'Is that her? She looks ancient!' The younger Healer whispered reverentially.
'She is ancient.'
The white-haired old lady's eyes were closed; she sat straight-backed, proud and frail, but failed to hide her apprehension.
'What happened to him?'
'He collapsed–in Diagon Alley–and was rushed here. She arrived within minutes.'
'How did she know?'
The old lady lifted her eyelids. Bright brown eyes pierced the Healers.
'She's been married to him for more than three-quarters of a century, and despite being ancient, she's neither deaf, nor daft.' Ginny said firmly. 'Harry Potter collapsing in the street will always be news.'