Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~ Dylan Thomas
Saturday, February 3rd ~ Late Morning
At first she thought Harry might have hit Remus with a stunning spell too, but then Izabel realized when she did the Finite Incantatem - it would have ended as well. Poppy's salve was used to no avail after the broken ribs had been healed. When he still didn't wake up, Izabel was torn. She'd told Severus and Harry that if anything appeared wrong, she'd contact them - but this wasn't the kind of wrong they were in charge of.
She'd summoned Poppy and watched while the Healer checked him over. The puzzled look on the other woman's face made Izabel's heart sink even farther than it had before. She'd answered the Healer's questions about what she'd done and didn't respond to the veiled insinuations she'd done something incorrectly.
Now it was a day later and there hadn't been any change in Remus' condition. It was unacceptable and Izabel was starting to panic. There was only one person who could possibly help that knew what had happened. The bell over the door sounded her entry and Izabel realized - it was the first time she'd ever been in his shoppe. Leaning heavily against the door she looked around before moving forward. She didn't see any customers, but it was early in the day for shoppers to be out and about.
Let him be here and not an attendant.