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     Though she might not have the ability to do anything about it anymore, Molly was still trained in seeing and assessing injuries. She hadnât realized that she was staring at the bruise at the girlâs head, until she spoke to her, pulling her out of her thoughts. â Well, itâs certainly no little injury, â she began, continuing to make her way to the restaurant where she was about to stop in for a cup of tea. â But it is healing well. Youâre taking all of your potions and the like, I assume. â She was tempted to make a comment that muggles had plenty of studies as to why cigarettes were bad for your health, but stopped and smiled softly. â But Iâm glad it feels better than it seems. â
  She knew it looked worse with the contrast of purple, blue and green against her pale skin. Cora was reconsidering the whole not hiding it with make up but at this point, it was too late. She eyed the girl for a moment when she brought up the potions and then nodded as she finished her cigarette and put it out to throw the butt away. âYeah otherwise I wouldnât be able to get out of bed. Iâm still sore but not as bad as it would be without them. Are you a healer?âÂ









