Émilie Taylor was already in her fifth year. When Pomona saw her appear in the corridor, she almost thought Bellatrix had returned.
Everyone who saw her stepped aside, boys and girls alike. Only one Slytherin girl, too absorbed in the book in her hands to notice Émilie, walked straight into her.
"Are you blind?" Émilie snarled, then viciously shoved the Slytherin girl aside. It was no exaggeration to say that the girl was knocked to the floor like a sheet of paper.
Émilie looked down at the girl contemptuously, then left with her friends.
Pomona shook her head to herself.
Bella would never have needed to push someone. One look from her was enough to scare off anyone who ran into her.
Since this small clash in the courtyard caused no further stir, Pomona continued toward her destination, the Hospital Wing.
After Bill, the Weasleys' second son, Charlie, had also entered Hogwarts and been sorted into Gryffindor. He was currently a second-year. He had joined the Animal Training Club, and although all he could do for now was make Kettleburn's Crups jump through hoops of fire, he had still caused quite a bit of trouble.
For some unknown reason, one of the flaming hoops had exploded. Several people at the scene had been injured in the blast, and everyone had been sent to the Hospital Wing.
Fortunately, they were only ordinary burns and regular ointment would do. Pomona still remembered to bring a large bundle of herbs when she came.
"Poppy, come help me!" Pomona shouted from the double doors. She was carrying too many herbs to free up a hand to open them.
Before long, the doors indeed opened, and Pomona practically squeezed her way inside.
"Here, hold these for me! I'm exhausted." As she spoke, Pomona stuffed all