"Healer Donovan, I'm sure you are more than capable of overseeing their evaluations, are you not?" It begged concerned if the Ministry's Head Healer hadn't thought to proceed without needed to be prompted. Wandy shook his head. It was the stress that was affecting his thought process. Poor, POOR Healer Donovan.
"If you'll begin those, I'll take care of this." Thank you. That would be all.
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Ferris couldn't be sick.
The germaphobe had been so, um, well, you see, careful when he had been subjected to working in the asylum. He had wanted to resign, but his mother said if he was to live in her basement he had to keep the job. Even his panic attacks could not sway her. But now they wanted to give him a health check. A horrible, terrible sign that something was wrong.
Even worse still it meant he had to interact with humans. Perhaps two or three. He would freeze up. Meep. Social interaction was not his strongest suit. Human beings had evolved past human companionship. Modern technology was proof that the species could survive without it.
And he didn't want to go. It was making him shake- the very thought of it.
So when he showed up and saw a lot of people he nearly passed out. There was some swaying going on. Of no fault of any sickness. Just his general discomfort at the sight of humans.
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...and this one was just a walking textbook example of stress.
"I'll be seeing this fellow, as well." Wandy would save his life. He would...and potions would be administered. Strong potions.
Flipping through the pages of the appointment book, he glanced at the nervous-looking young lad.
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Bazinga Victoria had noticed someone come up behind her, well two more people. Though she didn’t know the woman she certainly knew the man. “Hello Deacon, how are we today. Other than annoyed by this.” She couldn’t be the only one irritated by the waste of time this was. How she wanted to speak to Anthony and give him a piece of her mind about interrupting the work day with this nonsense. That’s exactly what it was. “Grown adults forced to do evaluations. We have our own healers for that.” They weren’t children.
Her eyes moved back to the one man that said, “The healer isn’t even here? Well lovely, we are forced out of our work to stand around and wait on someone who isn’t even here.” She gave a frustrated sign. Seeing a familiar face she did force a smile. “Brad how are you?” Was he enjoying the helping of torturing the ministry employees? “I’ve been wonderful other than this memo I got about interrupting my work day to come here and do something that my own healer is very capable of doing.”
Hearing someone else she glanced up and watched as he asked the woman her name and stuff. She could care less about that. “Are you from St. Mungos, because if you are. My appointment is now and I do need to get back to my job. I think you would understand that since you are clearly here to do yours. So can we please move this along.” Tapping her foot in frustration as she looked at the healers. She was very close to turning and going back to her desk she had work to do. "Exactly Brad, we were here before her and we have appointment times." She wasn't trying to be mean, but she had things to do other than be skipped in line just because a younger prettier female was there for the healer to hit on.
Wandastian really hadn't needed to respond to the sarcastic blond woman, but her attitude was just oozing contempt. WHY could these Ministry people see the dangers they were in and presenting to others?
"Ma'am, you are overworked; an explicit sign of a stress condition." The signs! Oh, the drastic AMOUNT of signs.
"Healer Donovan should have been attending to you all before I arrived. If he is inadequate in any way, I presume you'd take that issue to Healer Cresswell."
He shifted his gaze back to the Healer in question, a pleasant smile in place.
"It seems you have some work to do, Healer."