open RP for the Hospital Wing
(( OOC: Snape is head of the Hospital Wing. Hook was made his assistant a while back. This post has been posted with Snape-mun's permission. ))
Hook had been spending much more time in the Hospital Wing than anywhere else. He was a sociable guy, but explaining his nickname to people got old fast. Anyway there was a lot to do here. Not so much in regard to actual patients, sadly. One of Hook's nonmedical professional specialties was finding things that were going to waste, then reallocating them to parts of the hospital where they were needed. Here at Hogwarts, the hospital itself was small, and the school as a whole was the institution. Taken within that broader view, circumstances were much as at the Kingdom. The Sorting Hat's excesses meant piles of things ordered and forgotten.
Snape had given Hook quite a free hand when it came to Muggle medicines, machines, preparations. Snape's purview was Potions, and Hook didn't have access to Snape's stores where that was concerned, but since Hook hadn't actually learned much about Potions beyond what a couple of wizarding textbooks could tell him, that wasn't a huge loss to him. While hanging out with the former potions master was not Hook's idea of a roaring good time, lately Snape had been finding other things to do, which left Hook alone in the Hospital Wing more often.
Today was one of those days. Hook was sitting on a hospital bed, propped against a pile of pillows, legs crossed and shoes off, leafing through Acta Neurologica Scandinavica vol. 118, issue 3.
He'd treat anyone who came by, of course. If they didn't need any treatment, he'd chat with them, maybe offer them coffee. He'd welcome some company.
Hook had been spending much more time in the Hospital Wing than anywhere else. He was a sociable guy, but explaining his nickname to people got old fast. Anyway there was a lot to do here. Not so much in regard to actual patients, sadly. One of Hook's nonmedical professional specialties was finding things that were going to waste, then reallocating them to parts of the hospital where they were needed. Here at Hogwarts, the hospital itself was small, and the school as a whole was the institution. Taken within that broader view, circumstances were much as at the Kingdom. The Sorting Hat's excesses meant piles of things ordered and forgotten.
Snape had given Hook quite a free hand when it came to Muggle medicines, machines, preparations. Snape's purview was Potions, and Hook didn't have access to Snape's stores where that was concerned, but since Hook hadn't actually learned much about Potions beyond what a couple of wizarding textbooks could tell him, that wasn't a huge loss to him. While hanging out with the former potions master was not Hook's idea of a roaring good time, lately Snape had been finding other things to do, which left Hook alone in the Hospital Wing more often.
Today was one of those days. Hook was sitting on a hospital bed, propped against a pile of pillows, legs crossed and shoes off, leafing through Acta Neurologica Scandinavica vol. 118, issue 3.
He'd treat anyone who came by, of course. If they didn't need any treatment, he'd chat with them, maybe offer them coffee. He'd welcome some company.