Chase was wrapped in a traveling cloak, her hair pulled back into a low ponytail, her eyes clouded over. She had been told to go to St. Mungos to make sure the baby was growing all right. So that's what she was doing, she also had the mind to ask a few need-to-know questions so that she knew what to eat and what to do to make sure the baby was as healthy as possible. She emerged from the fireplace in St. Mungos and coughed lightly before glancing around the room. There were a lot of people with really weird problems here, and it made her happy to think that one day she would work here.
Going up to the front desk, she signed in. "I need the birthing center, I'm here for a checkup.." She said softly, and was pointed in the right direction. Walking down the hall quickly, she looked around in amazement. Soon she would be here, working alongside the healers, but for now, she was a patient, ready to find out information, ready to figure out what to do. And here for some well needed support and information. Getting to the desk in the birthing center, she rang a bell and waited for a moment, looking around. This section of the hospital was never one of her favorites, filled with crying babies and screaming women. Which would be her in nine months time.
Chase bit her lower lip and pulled her cloak closer to her. Elijah hadn't been able to come, which made her nervous, because there was a possibility she'd be seeing some people he had told. And she felt nervous just with this in mind. Without him there, she felt so vulnerable, like she was naked in front of the entire hospital, even though she was wrapped in the cloak. She had her arms around her stomach, as though protecting whatever was in there, and she bit down on her lower lip again, waiting for someone to answer the bell.