Dr. John Dorian was born a witch.
Brooms, potions, spells and wands. All of it. However, the whole pointy hat thing had ever really suited his fancy. He liked healing people. And not like a medi-witch, either. There was too much guessing involved in becoming a medi-witch, too many hours in transfiguration and potions classes. He had always wanted to become a muggle doctor. Sure, it was nerve wracking, but on the plus side he never had to worry about how to treat a werewolf allergic to wolfs bane, which occurred more often than many would guess. Or especially about the morals involved in having a patient who also happened to have previously been a death eater. But mostly, he always worried that he wasn't any good at magic.
Sure, he could cast spells. He was known to play the occasional game of quiddich, and he was rather adept at charms. But every time he tried to turn a parrot into a pen, he would get a gut wrenching feeling, and sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, it would turn into a fudge cupcake. He didn't suppose it would do well to be trying to turn poison inside someone's veins into blood, and ending up with fudge.
But that sort of stuff didn't really matter anymore, because Dr. John Dorian was now a fully fledged medical practitioner. He was a muggle doctor. And he didn't have to worry much about faulty transfigurations. Except on the rare, rare occasion when he suddenly had a craving for sweets….
Mmm…. Cherry filled chocolate truffles………. His mouth watered.
"Oh heeeeeellllll no, Shirly. You are SO not looking at me like that." The patronizing voice of the beloved Dr. Cox broke through JD's sugary fantasy. "And is that drool I see? We'll Anna Maria, I just know your feeling so VERY terrible after that big fight you had with your boyfriend the other day. But really, try not to go on the rebound so quickly, you'll just end up hurting yourself. And besides, if you'd stop being so selfish and perhaps take into consideration the fact that, hey, maybe the guy needs some rewards for having to listen to you EVERY SINGLE DAY. Maybe you haven't realized this newbie, but you are reEEAALlly annoying, pretty much, oh, I'd have to say all the time. And sometimes, a guy just needs to get some stress relief. So go on there newbie, just give him a little sex. We can't all be like camels." And with this particularly self esteem building lesson, Dr. Cox continued heading down the hall.
"……… Hey wait, did you just tell me we're having sex, because if so that was really fast sex." JD shouted out as he followed Dr. Cox, then realized that the entire floor probably heard him. Damn. "I meant, that………. Um……….. Well………."
"Don't worry about it." The janitors voice said from behind him. "We know your not having sex."
JD was, for the moment, flustered. "Well, I just meant that I wasn't having sex with Dr. Cox, because I assure you it is goin on,"
The janitor seemed to think on this. "I'm sure." Then walked away.
"But……. It is goin' on……….."
And so began another wonderful day in the life of Dr. John Dorian, M.D.