It's the Same Waiting

"He was sitting beside her bed in St. Mungo's holding her hand. His white shirt was corroded with dirt and for the life of him he couldn't remember where he had left his robes after the gala. But he didn't really care much. He was more concerned with the witch laying in the hospital bed. "

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