"Is the MLE responsible for tracking down the wanted muggleborns now? Is that in addition to seeing that Harry Potter submits to the Ministry summons for questioning?" Hestia asked curiously, if a bit incredulously. That train of thought seemed to follow what the Prophet was printing. Hestia had never given the Prophet too much credit, but now, the articles that were being printed, every word of the paper had to be taken seriously. Even the small, very hastily worded announcement about the recent releases from Azkaban. It was unbelievable.
At his blunt, although tactfully asked question, Hestia's eyebrows shot up. That was hardly the last thing she had expected him to be asking her, especially from the bits and pieces of his personality she'd heard about from various family members. "If someone is in need, I am obligated to use my training and abilities to help them in whatever way I can, as is expected of all healers," Hestia said directly. She looked him in the eye for a moment before she went back to sorting her papers.
"Don't worry Mr. Weasley, you're my patient for now, I'll see to myself later," Hestia said with a small smile.
"Now, your eye, it looks like that salve has done the trick. It appears to be only naturally discolored. Perhaps the enchantment was simply tied to the bruise. No matter, it seems to be righting itself." She rubbed her hands together before taking a closer look at the injury. "Do you feel any lingering traces of the enchantment? Has the pain of the bruise lessened?"
"I'll make sure that you have a bit of this salve to take with you when you leave. It should help through the night, but I can't guarantee that the bruise will be completely gone tomorrow, there might be a few lingering traces, but your eye should feel more normal at least," Hestia said.