A Mediwitch's job is never done.
Private
In the past week, I've seen five bloody noses, two broken bones, three sprained limbs, a baker's dozen needing doses of Pepper-Up, and one case of sea sickness. (I've no idea how a student acquires sea sickness this far inland, and I have a feeling that I do not want to know the answer.)
Oh yes, the new term has begun.
There have also been a few staff-related health issues; Minerva and Severus were in for check-ups, each goading the other into finally seeing me. Both were much better than they were the last time I tended to them, but neither had progressed as far as I'd have liked. Minerva especially needs to watch herself when it comes to exertion; I would like to avoid having her need hip replacement surgery at some point down the line if at all possible. Severus, as is usual, groused about my orders regarding his health, but ultimately agreed to a course of treatment. The last full moon left Remus a bit worse for wear and he needed a bit of patching up before he could return to the classroom.
Then there has been the news in the Prophet. Umbitch Umbridge, that bastion of educational wisdom, has opened a new, Ministry-approved school. Or what passes for a school nowadays. That wasn't as much of a shock as attaching Albus' name onto one of the houses at this new school. Oh, that burned. I ended up duelling with Ms. Ethelbert to let off some steam. It had been a while, but I was able to hold my own; a few bruises and scrapes (and I was definitely feeling it the next morning), nothing too serious. We shall definitely have to do that again.
Mr. Potter came into the Infirmary earlier with a rather nasty cold. I've put him to bed rest for the next day or so, and I'm taking him some tea and chicken soup after I finish scribing this. He looks so miserable, the poor dear.
Locked to Ernie MacMillan, Post Master
I am expecting a package today from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Please let me know when it arrives.
-Madam Pomfrey
In the past week, I've seen five bloody noses, two broken bones, three sprained limbs, a baker's dozen needing doses of Pepper-Up, and one case of sea sickness. (I've no idea how a student acquires sea sickness this far inland, and I have a feeling that I do not want to know the answer.)
Oh yes, the new term has begun.
There have also been a few staff-related health issues; Minerva and Severus were in for check-ups, each goading the other into finally seeing me. Both were much better than they were the last time I tended to them, but neither had progressed as far as I'd have liked. Minerva especially needs to watch herself when it comes to exertion; I would like to avoid having her need hip replacement surgery at some point down the line if at all possible. Severus, as is usual, groused about my orders regarding his health, but ultimately agreed to a course of treatment. The last full moon left Remus a bit worse for wear and he needed a bit of patching up before he could return to the classroom.
Then there has been the news in the Prophet. Umbitch Umbridge, that bastion of educational wisdom, has opened a new, Ministry-approved school. Or what passes for a school nowadays. That wasn't as much of a shock as attaching Albus' name onto one of the houses at this new school. Oh, that burned. I ended up duelling with Ms. Ethelbert to let off some steam. It had been a while, but I was able to hold my own; a few bruises and scrapes (and I was definitely feeling it the next morning), nothing too serious. We shall definitely have to do that again.
Mr. Potter came into the Infirmary earlier with a rather nasty cold. I've put him to bed rest for the next day or so, and I'm taking him some tea and chicken soup after I finish scribing this. He looks so miserable, the poor dear.
Locked to Ernie MacMillan, Post Master
I am expecting a package today from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Please let me know when it arrives.
-Madam Pomfrey