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Healing – Chapter1 - Hiding
The first time I saw him…I hid. I had glanced up from my chart and I saw a flash of blond. I stared for a second, wondering where I recognised him from. Then it hit me. Within thirty seconds I had ducked my head and scurried behind a shelf of blankets. I watched as his tall stature strode down the hall, his deep blue eyes scanning the corridor. He paused outside of room 5645 and knocked gently. Inside was one of our more elderly gentlemen. A nice man with a little trouble with his heart, every so often we would have a minor emergency but it didn't take long before we corrected it. The shame is that magic can't prevent our humanity from showing through disease, all it can do it fix it once it's broken. I threw myself back against the wall as I saw him turn his head towards my direction. I don't know why I hid but it seemed logical at the time, I didn't know what I could have said to him if he'd recognised me. Hi. How are you? I shook my head, feeling foolish at the thought. It may have been 6 years since we left school, but that just made my skin crawl. Maybe try and be the professional that I'm supposed to be? Mr Malfoy, are you looking for someone in particular? I shuddered again, no that was just too fake. I leant forward again and sighed with relief, he had entered the room and I was left to roam my corridors once more with out fear of talking to Draco Malfoy.
Hospitals are interesting places, no matter of your status or achievements, this is the place where you are completely vulnerable, the place where your well being is in the hands of another. Well for the meantime, Mr Foster's heart was in the hands of one of the healers at St. Mungos and since he was such a major investor in the company it was my duty to visit him. I found his room rather easily and found him propped up inside looking well.
"Hello my boy!" he beamed at me, I smiled graciously back, "Good afternoon, Mr Foster, now don't be tiring yourself or the wife won't let you to eat these" I replied whilst plopping down a large assorted box of Honeyduke's finest. He chuckled appreciatively. I'm almost certain that Mr Foster's infamous sweet tooth is the reason he needs repeated admissions to St. Mungo for cardiac treatment, but a little obstacle like that wouldn't stop him from getting some gummy worms.
"Now when you are released from these confines you are most welcome to come over for dinner or in fact we are holding an autumn ball shortly. Would that be suitable? You could bring the entire family?" I settled myself into a chair beside the bed and rummaged around idly in a nearby sweet bowl.
"Oh of course we would be happy to attend, your events are always most pleasing!" he agreed.
I pride myself on having an excellent relationship with my business associates. It makes the process so much easier and of course it doesn't harm to have some acquaintances on my side. I stayed only a little longer, chatting over trivial matters such as Quidditch, until I excused myself as I had pressing matters to get to. Slipping out of the I glanced to the desk and double took.
It was the first time I'd seen her in 6 years. I ignored the impulse to walk away, I knew that I could leave and she would never know I had been here. But that's not what I did.