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[thelighterside]

[Sirius threw the handful of floo powder into the fireplace, calling out the address of who she wanted to talk to. It had been a little while, too long in her opinion, and she could only hope the man wasn't too busy to talk.

Carefully, she went to her hands and knees, sticking only her head into the emerald flames.]

Oi, Li? You there or is the little bundle giving you too much grief?

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[passingglances]

Mine either. [He was referring to the children, as depressing a thought as that was to bring up.]

You really think so? I mean... Should I write to Dumbledore now? See what he has in mind? I never did spend much time in the Hospital Wing except for visits.

[That brought a fond smile back to his face.]

[thelighterside]

[That brought a smile to her face. Aaah, the hospital wing...]

Sure, why not? Pomfrey is amazing, but a little extra help would probably do her good.

[passingglances]

"We'll see." He stood up and walked towards the other room where his desk was. He dropped back briefly to point at Harriet, then Sirius, then waggled his finger as he left the room again. He'd write to Dumbledore, set up a meeting, and from there... Who knew? He might have secured Harriet's future.