District 13;

[It had been a long time since he'd been sober for this long, and he could say without a doubt that it was not a pleasant feeling. His hands were shaking something terrible, and he was very certain that he was going to have another fit of dry heaves.

He could see Finnick in the ward with him. He walked over to the man's bed, dropping into a chair next to it.]

You look worse than me.

Darktown;

It had been a whirlwind of a day -- quite literally. One moment, she'd been preforming an emergency floo to St. Mungo's to deal with the latest backlash of Death Eaters who were still clinging to hope that Voldemort was alive, and the next -- well, she'd been in the middle of a very crowded square. The place looked a little like she remembered Diagon alley looking when she was young, full of stalls and vendors, but it was too -- large and too full of things that were considered average to be anywhere magical.

If only she'd had the foresight to figure that out before firing off a protective spell around herself. She'd roused the attention of several people around her and had managed to duck back into an alleyway before being caught by any city guards. In fact, she'd followed the patrol that had been sent looking for her right up until they were jumped by what she was guessing were bandits -- and a quick stunning hex was enough to take out one of the attackers who had been heading for a sturdy-looking woman with strawberry hair.

The woman had been less-than-thrilled to be saved by what she referred to as a 'mage', and after some preliminary questions that had left both of them confused, she'd been carted into some sort of underbelly of the city (which she had learned was called Kirkwall).

Aveline opened the doors to Anders's clinic and urged her inside, promptly slamming the door behind her. She really didn't like coming down to this area of town.

"...well." She glanced around the clinic with her brows raised, trying to figure out just what she'd gotten herself into.