There were too many people in this small space ; and everywhere she looked, Penny saw witches and wizars with injuries and sheer madness.
There had to be an order to it, she just couldn't see it right now. The woman was still half-draped over her, and her arms were begging to ache. Miss Eyebrows was reallly the last straw.
"Oh I'm looking for the Terrortours Agency," she said sharply before letting out a sigh and blowing a curl out of her face "To a mediwitch who can examine this woman, and a chair so she can sit down and not collapse on the floor.If she could get a glass of water, I'd be grateful. I don't think she's drunk anything recently. Please."