He hadn't wanted her to be there with him when he went to the Healers. Mona could understand - only just. Alex had been dealing with it since it happened, and he didn't need any hand-holding.
But she did.
While she waited back at the flat with George and Fred she had gnawed and chewed almost all of her nailpolish off her fingernails until Fred threatened to chop them off and feed them to the pygmy puffs downstairs. Mona just glared, as she knew the puffs weren't carnivorous.
Then Alex appeared, throwing himself and a piece of parchment about and disappearing into his room without so much as a word.
Mona hadn't needed to see any test results on any parchment to know what news he had received. Finding a seat next to a window, she stared down at the passerbys in Diagon Alley.
She looked up what seemed like an hour had passed when George talked to Alex who was standing in the doorway.
"I'm glad you're back," Mona said, quietly. "We were just discussing dinner."