Catherine turned around, once it was clear that Nancy wasn't coming back, raising a brow at Vera, "Do you really have to taunt her? You know she will rip you to shred without hesitation when she catches you." she reminded, gently pushing the fallen stray hairs behind her ears. Vera smiled sheepishly at the action before standing up properly and crossing her arms over her shoulders and claiming "You're not the one who has to hear Nancy complain that she will never have a chance with Malcolm. Or hear her gush about what Malcolm did that day, or what he wore, no not what he wore, how he wore it. Or how his hair shines in the light but only when it hits from a certain angle." 

The ginger witch shivered in slight disgust and closed her eyes, "Exactly, I was tired of it so I did something about it since she wouldn't." Vera continued, truth be told Catherine wasn't angry with her for what she did, quite frankly she was impressed she had such balls to do it. She knew that Malcolm was going to question the whole situation sooner or later, she worked with him in severe cases so it was only expected for him to do so.

"Madam Prewett, Nurse Spellman." A welcome witch greeted them, in her hands was a clipboard, a clear sign that they had a patient. "Nadia." the two women greeted, "Nurse Spellman you have a patient in room 507. Madam Prewett, you have a visitor." she told them, Vera smiled at Catherine and stepped away from the ginger woman and closer to the welcome witch, grabbing the clipboard from her hand and winking at her before leaving.

Sighing once more, the 27-year-old witch turned around and began to walk to the grand and majestic staircase, grabbing her apron and skirt at the knees and lifting them so she could climb the stairs with ease. There were times in which Catherine missed St. Mungo's and the UK, she missed that her family would visit her for lunch whenever possible, she missed her bother stumbling through the door of the hospital every other week because of a charm he had been perfecting, but then she'd look around and think proudly of the fact that she was the first Prewett to set foot in America, let alone work permanently in America.

Arriving at the lounge, Catherine quickly located her visitor, it was hard to miss the bubbly aura around Queenie Goldstein, her dark navy blue dress was also a contrast from the green and beige gowns and robes worn by the wizarding staff.

"Kitty!" Queenie squealed in greeting, waving her arm in the air, bringing more attention to her, some glaring, clearly getting ready to leave the hospital after a very long shift, others shaking their heads, used to Queenie's antics. "Queenie." Catherine greeted quietly the second she reached her, allowing the blonde to pull her into a tight hug.

"You left without having breakfast this morning." Queenie chastened, pulling away and giving the ginger a tight faux glare, "I was late for my shift Queenie, you know how I get when I read up until early morning." Catherine reminded gently, chuckling when she saw Queenie's glare falter. "I-I just worry you know? I worry you don't take care of yourself like you should." the blonde claimed, her eyes casting down to their feet, or rather her feet because Catherine's were covered by her gown.

"I know sweetie, but you need to stop worrying about me. I'm the Mediwitch here." Catherine replied, gently grabbing Queenie's soft hands into her slightly rough ones, "Not you." her British accent coming forward a lot more. "I know that but I can't help it." Queenie whispered softly, Catherine rose one of her hands and gently pulled her chin up to face her, to look her in the eyes.

"What have you brought me Queenie?" she questioned kindly, her mere simple question brought a wide and energetic smile onto the blonde's lips making an identical one grow on the ginger's face, "I brought you homemade mash and roast, as well as tea." Queenie informed, lifting her purse, obviously enchanted to be bigger on the inside.