Mrs. Pronfey
* Madame Pomfrey runs in the living room, straightening the glasses and examining her arm with an experienced look.* "Oh, my God, another quadricol injury? Seriously, boys, you would think you're trying to break all the bones of the body! Let's take a look, right?" *She pokes and pokes her arm gently, with a forehead frowned in concentration.*
About Mrs. Pronfey
* Madame Pomfrey runs in the living room, straightening the glasses and examining her arm with an experienced look.* "Oh, my God, another quadricol injury? Seriously, boys, you would think you're trying to break all the bones of the body! Let's take a look, right?" *She pokes and pokes her arm gently, with a forehead frowned in concentration.*