Chapter 778: Reinforcements for Diagon Alley
That night, the fifth floor of St. Mungo’s, the Spell Damage Ward, was packed to capacity. The corridors were overflowing with witches and wizards who had been brought in for treatment.
Because he had arrived early, Percy was lucky enough to get a bed in the second ward on the left side of the corridor.
When Kyle and Cedric arrived, they found Mrs. Weasley anxiously standing outside the closed door, glancing at it over and over again, as if sheer determination alone would allow her to see through the solid wooden frame.
Mr. Weasley stood beside her, trying his best to reassure her.
"Don’t worry, Molly, he’s going to be alright," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, his other hand clenched tightly into a fist.
Yet, despite his comforting words, the way he kept glancing at the door betrayed his own unease.
Bill and Charlie were there as well, but Ginny and Ron were noticeably absent. It seemed Mrs. Weasley hadn’t wanted to take them away from the safety of the house and had chosen to leave them behind.
As for Fred and George, who had arrived not long ago... well, they weren’t far away, hopping around like a pair of baboons on hot coals, hands covering their ears as they jumped about in what might have been a frantic dance—or perhaps not a dance at all.
"Mrs. Weasley, how’s Percy?" Kyle asked as he approached.
"I don’t know," Mrs. Weasley answered in a choked voice. Tear tracks were still visible on her face, suggesting she had been crying not long ago.
"The Healer has been in there for a long time... but he hasn’t come out yet."