It had taken a preposterous amount of deliberation, but eventually, her doting nurse had accepted to help her up. The journey had been tensed and strenuous, but Minerva stiff joints had managed to carry her from her bed to a nearby chair. Though she had been sitting for a few minutes, her muscles were still jolting from what should have been a menial jaunt.
Once she had been sitting Minerva had sternly requested a copy of the day's paper. Desperate for news of the world outside her accursed hospital room, the Professor was even willing to consider reading the Daily Prophet without her usual disdain for its obvious propaganda.
The suspiciously long delay was making Minerva rather trepidatious. Was the nurse avoiding her request for fear of the burden of bearing bad news? Just before she could ask for the assistance of another staff member a familiar figure stood in the doorway. "Dianne," she greeted slightly surprised.