Fiona Grimm couldn't believe she was late. She hurried down the hallways behind the healer that had promised to help her find her way, clenching her fists together and cheeks turning pink. She wanted to turn back and just disappear, but she felt on the hook with this healer now, and doing so could potentially lead to some sort of confrontation that she wasn't ready for.
"It's right here," the healer said, peeking through the window. "Looks like they've already begun."
"Maybe I should just go," she said, taking a step back.
"Don't be silly, it's fine," the healer said, opening the door and ushering her inside.
Finn had entered right on top of Lucy Weasley's admission. She hovered next to the door, gaze lowered, hands fumbling to clasp in front of her.
Once Lucy was done, she felt eyes on her and she cleared her throat, rubbing her arms. "Sorry I'm late, I- sorry. I'm Fiona Grimm, I, um, struggle with anxiety, I guess. Especially, um, social anxiety?"
She looked down at her feet and the quickly crossed, sinking into a chair next to the Potter girl.