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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[nordic_stoic]

Well. Sweden HAD been going to get something to lessen the swelling after his hand slipped and he hammered his thumb.

He came into the hospital wing and got one look at Hook, though. He actually meant his glare this time.

[doctor_hook]

Hook suspected nothing.

"Can I help you?"

[nordic_stoic]

"Y're D'n'sh." Sweden did not like the Danish. Though honestly, he's blaming the children for the parent's actions. Metaphorically.

[doctor_hook]

"Yes, I am." Hook's reply was mild and matter-of-fact.

[charlesofdensen]

Ofdensen was fine. However, during the chaos, he had no chance to properly thank the doctor that worked on Skwisgaar. He couldn't even really remember the name, something Danish.

Still. How many Danish doctors could there be in the hospital wing?

Ofdensen straightened his tie before entering the hospital wing, looking for said doctor.

[doctor_hook]

How many doctors of any sort could there be in the hospital wing? Hogwarts used to be served by Madam Pomfrey alone. It wasn't the world's most vast infirmary. Nowadays you got one of three, if you counted Igor as a doctor.

Odds being what they were, it wasn't too hard to find Hook.

"How's the patient?" he greeted Ofdensen informally.

[charlesofdensen]

"Doing better. Being secretive about something, but healing. I never did get around to thanking you for that night, things got a bit hectic, so thank you."

[doctor_hook]

"No problem." Hook was pleased that someone actually thought to thank him, though it wasn't really necessary. "Just doing my job. Surprised your clients haven't brought their own medical staff along."

He thought at some point he'd overheard something about liver transplants, but that could've been his imagination playing tricks on him.

[rat_bstrd]

Well, why not? A young man, fiddling with his lip piercing walked into the room. He stood quietly for a while.

"You guys do magical healings too?" he asked finally. Might as well get the humiliation over with.

[doctor_hook]

Hook let the young man fidget as long as he liked. No sense in scaring him off. Upon being addressed, however, he answered promptly and cordially.

"Of course. If it's possible, that is. Some things, even wizards haven't figured out yet. I'm a Muggle doctor by training, so I might need to consult with Professor Snape if it's too magically taxing. Happy to take a look, though. What seems to be the problem?"

[rat_bstrd]

Rat frowned. "It's a magical problem. I ate some bad food and now I turn into a rat at random times."

[doctor_hook]

Hook scratched his (admittedly stubbly) chin. "Huh. That's an odd one." From a clear glass jar, he fished out a wooden tongue depressor. "Open your mouth and say 'ah'."

[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.

[beets_r_god]

Unfortunately for Hook, Dwight had a question.

"Can you make any guarantees that the medications you hand out aren't going to be abused?" he inquired. Abuse of medication was probably something the Order of the Phoenix would not tolerate. Hopefully.

[doctor_hook]

"Any medication can be abused." Hook refused to be cowed by this officious fellow. Hook and officiousness did not get along. "Let me guess. If you were in charge of the infirmary, you'd make everyone sign a disclaimer before they could get so much as a stick-on bandage? They might put the bandage in their mouth and choke on it."