Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Christmas on the Closed Ward

           ThemomenthehadbeendepositedinhischairbytheHealer,Gilderoypulledafreshstackofphotographstowardshim,seizedaquillandstartedsigningthemallfeverishly.

           ’Youcanputtheminenvelopes,’hesaidtoGinny,throwingthesignedpicturesintoherlaponebyoneashefinishedthem.’Iamnotforgotten,youknow,no,Istillreceiveaverygreatdealoffanmail...GladysGudgeonwritesweekly...IjustwishIknewwhy...Hepaused,lookingfaintlypuzzled,thenbeamedagainandreturnedtohissigningwithrenewedvigour.’Isuspectitissimplymygoodlooks...

           Asallow-skinned,mournful-lookingwizardlayinthebedoppositestaringattheceiling;hewasmumblingtohimselfandseemedquiteunawareofanythingaroundhim.Twobedsalongwasawomanwhoseentireheadwascoveredinfur;HarryrememberedsomethingsimilarhappeningtoHermioneduringtheirsecondyear,althoughfortunatelythedamage,inhercase,hadnotbeenpermanent.Atthefarendofthewardflowerycurtainshadbeendrawnaroundtwobedstogivetheoccupantsandtheirvisitorssomeprivacy.

           ’Hereyouare,Agnes,’saidtheHealerbrightlytothefurry-facedwoman,handingherasmallpileofChristmaspresents.’See,notforgotten,areyou?Andyourson’ssentanowltosayhe’svisitingtonight,sothat’snice,isn’tit?’

           Agnesgaveseveralloudbarks.

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