Val was silent for a moment before shrugging, her eyes dropping onto the daily prophet that was discarded on one of the tables. She'd seen it before she left and, as hard as she tried, couldn't get the contents out of her head. Not that she was going to talk about it with Don. She didn't want him to be worried. She was sure everything was going to turn out okay. Maybe it'll be stopped by the time it really comes into affect. "Here, there, everywhere," she said flippantly with a small grin. "Should I bother asking why you have a sprained ankle? Don't even try to ask me to heal it, it can heal the muggle way. Slow and painful."