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Chapter 2 : Going to St. Mungo's
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“How are you feeling today Lily?” asked Mrs. Evans the following morning.
“I feel much better!” exclaimed Lily. She looked in the mirror and saw that the lime green spots which were on her face yesterday, were no longer there.
“I think that you’ll be able to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow,” said Mrs. Evans with a warm smile.
Suddenly there was a high – pitched squeal coming from Petunia’s bedroom.
“Mum! Come here right now!” she screamed.
Mrs. Evans shook her head and tutted before tottering off in her black leather boots to Petunia’s room. When Mrs. Evans set eyes on her daughter, she gave an ear – piercing scream of horror.
“Lily, come here at once!” she roared.
Lily innocently walked in to Petunia’s fluorescent pink bedroom and looked at her mother.
“Is this some kind of joke!?” Mrs. Evans hollered.
“What are you talking about?” asked Lily.
“Oh, you know what I’m talking about Little Miss Innocent,” said Mrs. Evans “Fix it now!”
“Fix what? Honestly, I’ve got no idea of what you’re talking about. I’ve done nothing wrong!” protested Lily.
“Take a look at Petunia,” said Mrs. Evans crossly folding her arms.
Lily glanced over to where Petunia was slouching in the corner, her hands covering her face.
“She’s got the Dragon’s Measles,” Lily breathed “Muggles can’t get the Dragon’s Measles.”
“How are you going to cure her then?” asked Mrs. Evans expectantly “I’m not having my precious daughter go round looking like this.”
“Mum, she’s going to have to go to St. Mungo’s.”
“Well I’m not taking my daughter to St. Flippin’ Mungo’s if that’s what you think!” shouted Mrs. Evans.
“If you want her to recover, then you’ll have to,” said Lily shrugging her shoulders.
“Can’t some normal hospital cure her?” questioned Mrs. Evans.
“Nope, it’ll have to be St. Mungo’s. And you can’t go alone, I’ll have to come because they only allow Muggles in if they’re accompanied by a witch or a wizard,” Lily informed her.
“Well hurry up then, we need to go!” exclaimed Mrs. Evans.
“I can’t, I’m still in my night clothes!” said Lily.
“Pyjamas for goodness sake! You’re not at flippin’ Hogwarts so speak properly!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said Lily moodily “I can say what I like considering I’m the one who decides whether we go to St. Mungo’s or not.”
Lily pulled on her Muggle clothes; a red sweatshirt and a pair of jeans and her soft, winter boots. She felt justice that Petunia had got the Dragon’s Measles though she certainly wouldn’t tell this to her mother!
“Lily hurry up,” said Mrs. Evans, impatiently tapping her golden wrist watch.
“I’m coming!” replied Lily as she dashed out of her little box-room and met her mother with a petrified Petunia on the landing. Petunia scratched her scabby green boils in an ungainly fashion so it seemed like she was trying to pick them off. Her greasy brown hair hung limply across her face and her eyes were down cast. Mrs. Evans had her arm on Petunia’s slumped shoulders.
“Let’s go,” said Mrs. Evans glumly.
The group of three lethargically walked down the cream carpet stairs and entered the run-of-the-mill azure car. Mrs. Evan flicked the radio on to create sounds that would break the deafening silence which was present.
It only took about thirty minutes before they arrived at St. Mungo’s.
Dozens of wizards and witches in long robes were leaving and entering St. Mungo’s. Although the doors were crowded, Lily managed to guide Petunia and her mum through the hustle of people.
When they reached the reception, a receptionist spoke to them.
“Hiya, how may I help you?” she asked, sounding like her nose was being pinched by a washing up peg.
“I don’t know how, but this Muggle here has Dragon’s Measles,” Lily told her, pointing at Petunia.
The receptionist’s eyes widened.
“I don’t think we’ve had that before!” she exclaimed “anyway, I’ll send you to the Dragon’s Wing. No. 238.”
“What on earth is she talking about?” Mrs. Evans asked loudly.
“Shhhh!” shushed Lily “She was just saying that we need to go to the Dragon’s Wing, room number 238!”
“Ah, I get it,” said Mrs. Evans nodding her head “Euurggh! Look at that – he’s got snakes for hair just like that Greek person Medusa. Oooh, and look at that man there, she how much his cheeks have swelled. Goodness, what do witches and wizards do to themselves!?”
“Probably spells that have gone wrong or they’ve lost a duel with someone else,” suggested Lily “anyway, we need to get to the Dragon’s Wing – it says to follow the red arrows and we are but it’s not there!”
Mrs. Evans scanned the corridor.
“Is that it over there?” she asked pointing to a sage green door with the number 238 on it.
“Yep I think so.”
Lily and Mrs. Evans briskly walked to room number 238, Petunia trailing behind. Lily sharply rapped her knuckles on the door and friendly looking young wizard opened it.
“Hi,” he said “You must be Petunia.”
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