Half an hour later, Roy, now changed into a hospital gown, lay back in his faithful St. Mungo's hospital room.
This time, Roy had returned to the same private room he had stayed in during his previous admission. The furnishings were almost unchanged from when he had been discharged three months ago.
As the only victim of the entire attack, and the only person who had fought the attacker, Roy had not remained at the fully sealed-off train station for questioning. Instead, he had been rushed to St Mungo's Hospital to treat the neurotoxin in his body.
"By the way, where did Snape go? Oh, right—aren't all the students and parents still being held at the train station? Then why are you here keeping me company?"
In the neat, spotless hospital room, Roy lay limply sprawled across the bed after drinking his Potions. Aisling, dressed neatly, had pulled up a chair beside him and sat with one leg crossed over the other. She held an unpeeled apple in one hand and the new wand she had bought in the other.
Hearing Roy's rapid-fire questions from the bed, Aisling sighed speechlessly. She lightly tapped the apple in her hand with her wand, and the thin peel came away in spirals like torn tape, flying obediently into the trash bin.
Still seated with her legs crossed, Aisling took a bite of the apple and shook her head at Roy in displeasure.
"I mean, you're already in this state and still can't shut that annoying mouth of yours? Sometimes I really don't know why you worry about so much. Does any of it have anything to do with you?"
"Of course it does. Didn't I tell you? What they wanted was the diamond I had. They not only hijacked my Floo Network trip,