open Hospital Wing RP

[doctor_hook]

Dr. Jørgen Krogshøj was known to his Copenhagen colleagues as Krog, which the translation charm like the TV show's subtitles converted neatly to its English equivalent "Hook". He'd taken to simply introducing himself as Krog, which the translation charm also grabbed and converted to Hook, and by now even such an easygoing man as himself would have

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[blond_bondshell]

In recent memory, James Bond had almost been stabbed, shot, poisoned, drowned, burned, run over, beaten (well, there was no 'almost' there), and had survived a little hop out of a plane sans parachute. In other words, he was no stranger to the infirmary. So he figured that he might as well acquaint himself with the doctors here, before he would inevitably need them.

"Hello," he said pleasantly to the doctor. "Weren't you at that class taught by Professor Snape? I hadn't realized that you worked with him."

[doctor_hook]

"That's the reason I was at the class." Hook nodded amiably. He didn't take Bond's words as a challenge or criticism. In Bond's place, he'd wonder what a grown man was doing at that absurd class, too. "Snape means well." That was about as much good as he had to say of the class. Bond's demeanor was not that of a lackwit; Hook assumed the man would read between the lines.

[blond_bondshell]

Bond had figured that every adult at that class had some sort of ulterior motive. His own had been antagonizing Vesper, which he'd pulled off quite well until he'd been kicked out of the class.

"I'm sure he does," he said dryly. "Does he run the Hospital Wing like he runs his classes?" He felt it was a question worth asking.

[doctor_hook]

Hook didn't bat an eye. "The Hospital Wing doesn't require much running. I think most of the patients may have been frightened off. I have to say that class didn't put my colleague in the best light," he added, being fair. At the same time ... there really was no justifying that class. "Snape's very competent at what he was trained to do." Implication: No one ever trained him to teach sex ed. "An unworldly sort of man. We're on good terms, he and I." Implication: I'm not going to badmouth him overtly.

[blond_bondshell]

"I see," Bond said, and dropped the topic.

"What sort of emergencies are you equipped to deal with?" he asked. "I assume magical, but what about more mundane accidents?"

[doctor_hook]

"Mundane's my own area of expertise, actually. I'm from what these people call the muggle world. Before I came here I was a neurosurgeon at the Kingdom Hospital in Copenhagen." So the translation charm rendered Rigshospitalet; not to be confused with the hospital of the same name in Lewiston, Maine. Had he been talking to someone who'd seen Antubis, or to whom the distinction would make any other kind of difference, Hook would've bothered clarifying. He'd never met anyone besides Antubis who knew about the place in Maine, and he'd never heard of it himself before the giant anteater came into his life.

"The equipment here is, of course, different." Hook said this with no trace of apology or embarrassment. Hogwarts was what it was. Hook wasn't responsible for its lack of advanced machinery. "We use magic for the things I'd have used machines to do at the hospital. Some things, the wizards can actually do better than my own training would've allowed. Bone regrowth, for example. Other things, they've got some catching up to

[blond_bondshell]

Danish was one of the few languages he didn't speak, and in cases such as these the translation charm was much appreciated. "You're not from that far away," Bond idly commented.

"I'm sorry for all of the questions," he said, though of course he wasn't. "Coming from the muggle world myself, sometimes I think it's better to approach with a sort of caution. After all, if even the food can't always be trusted, one would hate to think about what could happen with the medicine."