Saturday evening clinic post

[saves_the_world]

When the island had transformed overnight into something out of an Indiana Jones movie, all exotic and full of temples, Peter got the feeling things were going to get interesting. If he had only known just how, he might not have gotten so excited. Sure, there were temples to explore and new plants and animals to look at, but he scarcely had the

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[backup_hero]

Neville'd had the sniffles all day now. At first he wasn't really bothered by it, figuring that it was probably from spending so much time indoors in the cool air. But by dinnertime, after spending most of his day outdoors by the river, his throat had begun to tickle as well and he thought he ought to go to the clinic for something to cure it before it got any worse.

"Hello?" he said, only really familiar with the place from having brought other people in for treatment.

[saves_the_world]

Peter was in the middle of taking a large sip of coffee when the young guy came in the doorway. Swallowing, Peter waved him in with one hand while setting down his cup with the other.

"Hey," he greeted with a smile, pushing up out of his chair. "I'm Peter. What can I do for you?"

[backup_hero]

"Can you give me something to get rid of a cold?" said Neville. He didn't have any idea what it would be called in the Muggle world, but surely whoever was working in the clinic would know. "I won't be any trouble."

[saves_the_world]

"I'm sure I can give you something to take care of that," Peter said warmly. Pulling a clipboard off the nearest counter, Peter tucked a new patient form on top and poised his pen over it. "Before I take a look at you, can you tell me how you've been feeling? Running nose, fatigue, sort throat...?"

[be_normal]

"You look like a busy bee," remarks Gwen from the doorway, and immediately crosses to Peter so that she can press a kiss to his cheek and slide a plate of snacks onto the table beside him. His hair's growing out again, and she instinctively smooths a stray bit back from his eyes.

[saves_the_world]

The minute Gwen steps into the clinic, a broad smile breaks out on Peter's face. "Hey," he greets, a hand automatically going to her stomach as she reaches up to smooth his hair.

The baby is putting on a show, moving like anything. Peter laughs a little, looking up at Gwen. "Not as busy as somebody else, I think."

[be_normal]

"He wants out," Gwen opines, and reaches to snag a cookie from Peter's plate. "And I want to let him. D'you think if we say please, he'll oblige?"

She's smiling as she chews, but she's actually half-serious. While she's excited for the baby and wouldn't have things any other way, being pregnant has gotten old, and she wants her body back.

[saves_the_world]

"Maybe if you say pretty please," Peter teases, reaching for a cookie himself. "Maybe it runs in the family; my mother said I was a little early, though Nathan was right on time."

Chewing thoughtfully, he leans over to pull down on the hem of Gwen's t-shirt. "You think we're ready for this?"

[visibleclaude]

Claude marched into the clinic without pretense and announced, "Peter, something has got to be done about that damned dog."

[saves_the_world]

Dropping the file folder he'd been flipping through, Peter summons up as much patience as possible before looking over at Claude. "Since you don't have the dog with you, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say you aren't talking about a medical emergency."

[visibleclaude]

Claude snorted. "I might not pay that much attention, friend, but I do know that you're not a vet. Though I'm pretty sure that what the thing needs is an exorcist."

[saves_the_world]

"Careful. You keep all that whining up, people are gonna start thinking you're a drama queen," Peter points out, chuckling slightly. Hopping up on the counter, Peter swings his feet, his heels hitting the cupboards lightly. "So has Mr. Muggles' head started spinning around or did he just pee in your shoe and you're grumpy?"