Devereux hummed a cheerful tune as he strolled effortlessly out of the hospital ward, toying with the small glass bottle filled with thick, orange-yellow gas in his hand.
He made his way down at a leisurely pace, his steps so light that he seemed entirely out of place amid the surrounding chaos.
As he passed a group of Ministry of Magic employees, he heard them engaged in a heated argument. Clearly, these people had not yet recovered from the recent elevator accident.
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