Ten minutes later and Hermione joined Enola and Arianwen in Angharad's room. Neville had been employed to take Myfanwy on a security sweep of the Palace Wards, just to keep the horrendous truth about the depths of her girlfriend's condition far from her mind. Angharad was asleep right now, looked pale and thin and very ill. She was ten times worse than when Hermione had seen her at breakfast a few days ago, and she felt sure a cosmetic charm must have been used to hide the severity of her condition from the others. 