Wandy listened as she ranted and raved, solidifying all his assumptions about her dangerous stress levels. He hadn't remembered asking her for the excess of information, but if she wanted to do this out here in the open without the privacy of a
silencio'd room, he could accommodate her.
Cracking a file open and scribbling things down here and there as she spoke, Wandastian nodded; 'I'm-paying-attention' noises sounding from his lips.
Hmm. Mhm. Go on.
Oh, was that it, then? Glancing up, he seen that she was stalking away. Wandastian called her back...and if she wouldn't listen, he had little scruples in tracking down her department head and giving his analysis. Yes, Wandy was deeply concerned and with one as angry and stressed as she, it was his CIVIC DUTY to HELP.
"It's unfortunate that you had to suffer for this long, but don't you worry!" The scribbling continued for a moment before he closed the file, quickly sprinted after her, and stuffed the light purple potion in her hand.
"If you feel like you're about to have an episode, this will help you to remain calm. You may go back to work now."
OFF TO HELP THE NEXT PERSON!
SPOILER!!: DanialRadFAN01
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Health Evaluations were just like Quidditch physicals, right?
Nothing to worry about. Ellis Recard made his way to the Healing station at his scheduled appointment time and entered the the queue behind a guy (Ferris) and a few others waiting for the Healers to call their names. The Quidditch public relations worker had felt fine and wasn't entirely sure why they all had to have a health eval but he was just assuming it was for insurance reasons or something.
He'd not been in St. Mungo's since he took that bludger to the head as Keeper.
Recard took a deep breath and looked around the room. There were quite a few people there already but none of them looked ill, mostly just annoyed. He noticed his manager Vic there as well as a redhead leaning against the counter.
Suddenly the memory of his past physicals came back to him--he might have to take his clothes off. He wasn't in bad shape but he hadn't done an official team work out in years.
His shoulders deflated slightly as he took a step forward as the next person was called.
"May I get your full name and department level?" He asked the next fellow.
SPOILER!!: BanaBatGirl
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Well this was just lovely, wasn't it? It was quite like watching a Quidditch match between the two Healers, that woman from another floor, and everyone else standing around waiting to be evaluated. Tori was immensely amused AND taking detailed mental notes about all of this. Yes. All the arguing made for GREAT newspaper material.
So.
Her name.
She cleared her throat slightly and blinked up at this NEW Healer, this much cuter one. "I'm from level...... six." That was, what, Transportation? Yeah, because seven was sports, and five was cooperation... Tori was totally rocking this.
"Last name: Smith, first name... well what do you have me under? I actually go by my middle name." She was pulling that one out of her butt and counting on it + her good looks and charming smile to work. Smith was a very common name, so it was easy to assume that a busy and important department like Transportation would have a Smith in there somewhere. Little did she know that there was, in fact, a Smith on Level Six.
Level Six. A rather busy level, yes.
The Healer quickly searched by surname and indeed found a
Smith.
"A...Ms. Anna John Smith?" Wandastian shifted his gaze towards the redhead and considered with severe intention. A 26 year old from Mumbai?