 Slytherin by heart
Splinching. Lovely. He listened carefully... moreso than before. He had learned quite a bit about healing before, and even worked in the hospital back at the encampment. However, splinching, oddly enough, wasn't something he really encountered there. As far as he knew, no one really apparated.
He started his way over to the dummy, looking to Mr. Trumbull. "Will we be given something that is at our level to treat, or if encounting something that is beyond our ability do we bring the 'patient' and information to you?"
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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