Don't expect miracles, he says. Humph...should expecting my patients to show up when they say they will really be considered a miracle? How can I help him if he won't do his part? He needs to rest his hand. He needs to let me begin treatment of his eye. The longer we wait the less chance of success there'll be. I know he really doesn't want ( Read more... )

PrivateFinally I have a chance to catch my breath. Most of my patients have been released from the infirmary proper to their own rooms or the care of their families. Those that remain will be more than enough to keep me busy for awhile ( Read more... )

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Since he wasn't able, despite all his efforts, to make this month's batch of Wolfsbane potion, Snape reluctantly did his duty...and passed on the unfortunate news to Lupin.

Many, many thanks to the wonderful aculeatus ! Who really is the very best Snape of all. :D

( the truth about the moon... )

If it’s not one thing it’s another. Severus finally returned, thank goodness, and he brought Valerius Visconti in for treatment. Mr. Visconti was bitten on the left foot by a dudgeon. Nasty thing. He’d managed to remove it himself, but its venom has saturated his system, and he was suffering from its strong hallucinogenic effect when he was ( Read more... )

As you can imagine, what with the battle, and other pressing activities, there is a backlog of owls in the post room  Those of you who have your own postal arrangements are unaffected, but those who still receive mail via the post room may (or may not) hear back from the senders that the following note was attached to their owl.

To whom it may ( Read more... )

In the early hours of the morning, a diffuse, silvery shape will pad into Thorne. Constantly shifting and wavering, as if uncertain what it is meant to be, it seats itself in front of a few likely Order members, curls its tail around its feet, and addresses them in unmistakeable, if somewhat wearied tones.

I have Valerius. Someone inform Patil ( Read more... )

Luna smoothed her skirts under her and sat, carefully. Not so many robes any more, so she had to be careful with the ones she had left. She reached out and smoothed the sheets with the same gentle hand. Remus looked so weary, even though he slept. As if each wound and scar were tipped with invisible hooks to wound and scar his soul as well as his ( Read more... )

At shortly after six o'clock in the evening, and without any ceremony or prior announcement, two figures portkey into the infirmary. They remain still and silent, quietly waiting for the room to stop spinning around them as the after-effects of portkey travel wears off ( Read more... )

There had been deer, lots of it, and Maggie had gorged herself happily of the fat little doe. Now she paced up and down the length of the cave, her tail swishing dolefully, making curving patterns in the sand floor. Her Flamehair had come to rub her down and he'd polished all her scales just as beautifully as he always did but water had kept ( Read more... )