She squeezed Angel's hand gratefully, offering him a quick, tiny smile before turning her attention back to Andromeda, even though her mind was telling her the woman standing in front of her was really Fred and she was having some kind of bizarre dream. But no. This wasn't the first time the facetwin thing had come up since she'd been in Lawrence. There was Booth -- who looked just like Angel only a bit older. That had been pretty trippy when she'd first met the FBI agent.
She reminded herself that if anyone knew what she was doing, it was probably the woman in front of her. After all, she was from Harry Potter. Which meant she was likely incredibly powerful.
Cordelia was starting to regret not having finished reading the books. She owned all of them back home, but she so rarely had time to read for enjoyment. If she wasn't dealing with a vision, she was training with Angel, and if she wasn't training, they were working on a case, and if they weren't doing that, well. She had to sleep sometime. She was just a human at this point in her life. But so help her if she got sent back and somehow managed to remember everything she'd learned in Lawrence, she was going to punch Skip right in the face very hard when they met.
And The Powers That Be? Way to screw her over, she thought, suppressing a twinge of bitterness she couldn't help feel every time she thought about what the future had in store for her. Distracted by her own thoughts, she shook her head a couple of time before paying attention to what the healer was saying. Not feeling anything definitely sounded like a plus but she held still instinctively as the woman waved her wand around and then examined a parchment.
Cordelia cast another sidelong glance at Angel as she reached out and took the potion from Andromeda. "Yeah, that's fine." After all, the first diagnostic hadn't hurt. She drew in a breath, staring at the potion for a moment, then swallowing it down quickly. At least it didn't taste bad.