St. Mungo's was bursting with activity as Pansy Parkinson made her way through the reception area. Not wanting to be late for work, she quickened her pace, heading for the lift. As she arrived on the fourth floor, she stepped out and walked over to the central station where two other healers were sitting. The two looked up at her as she approached and she immediately got a feeling that something was wrong. Stopping in front of the station, she raised an eyebrow at them, the brunette behind the desk lowering her gaze.