He huffed, he hadn’t the slightest recollection of Madeline at Hogwarts, and he highly doubted she had any idea who he was either and had decided to invent this memory just to avoid speaking to him about Hermione. Instead of responding, he took in his surroundings. They had just gotten off the lift on the third floor, and a sign on the wall opposite notified him that he was in the Magical Accidents Ward which made sense, considering. She guided him down a long hall, the florescent lights causing a headache to bloom behind his left eye.