Melinda watched as Roger put the amulet on the parchment, glad that the thing was finally going to be away. That vendor was going to get tossed into Azkaban if she had anything at all to say about it.
Studying the healer more closely, however, she realized she was the woman from the market. She was going to say hello, when the healer said something about the compensation. Judging from her tone, she didn't approve of Melinda wanted hazard pay. Well, Aurors and hit wizards got it, didn't they? She was a secretary. She shouldn't have been in a hazardous position in the first place.
"They're going to pop off?" Merlin, she'd bet someone would want her to mount the damn things. Isn't that what Muggles did when they hunted? Or something? "I'm going to molt?"
The idea made her stomach turn over a little, but she took the potion, swallowing it quickly. Her nose wrinkled as a slow ache began to appear centered around the horns. "Thank you," she said belatedly.