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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that belongs to JK Rowling- but I do own Mia, Debbie, Ava and Remiel… and I made up the Morsus

This chapter skips forward to February

Chapter 10: The Slightly Incompetent Healer

"For the last time, Ma'am," Mia said through gritted teeth, "you have been bitten, not stung! And Morsus bites aren't dangerous at all!" the middle-aged woman sitting in front of her was cradling her arm- which was fully healed after Mia ran her wand over it a couple times.

"No, but you see, I'm sure-"

"Who's the Healer here?" Mia snapped, shoving her wand into her pocket. She turned to leave the room.

"Don't you turn your back on me!" the woman said shrilly. Rolling her eyes, Mia turned around as the woman stuck out her arm. "Don't you tell me that don't look infected to you!"

"No, Ma'am, to me, that looks like a scab!" Mia replied harshly, "Morsus bites are not dangerous, and you will be fine. Now, I have other patients to attend to- patients who actually need tending to. I suggest you leave as quickly as possible, because someone may need this bed later on." She turned on her heel, leaving the woman with a very stunned expression, and left the ward.

As she made her was down the stairs, Debbie caught onto her arm. "Ava wants to see you in her office before you go home," she said.

"It's not about that woman, is it?" Mia asked.

"What woman?" Debbie blinked. Mia twitched her hand in a 'don't worry' motion, and Debbie shook her head, "I don't know why," she said, "But just go see her. She's very busy."

"Ok, ok, I'm going!" Debbie smiled as Mia left, holding her arms out to the sides in defeat.

When she got to Ava's office, she knocked and heard a faint 'come in'. When she opened the door, Ava looked up briefly. "Mia, good. This will only take a second." She picked up a slip of parchment and read over it quickly. "We have a new Healer coming in tomorrow. He'll be shadowing you, like you did with Debbie on your first day." Mia looked down at Ava.

"But…" she said, "uh, isn't there someone else-"

"Everyone's busy, Mia," Ava said sharply, "and there are some Healers here busier then you!" Mia looked down at the floor and licked her lips.

"Right," she mumbled, "sorry."

"Good," Ava replied, "His name is Remiel Marez," Mia nodded, and Ava sighed, "You can go now," she returned to shuffling through her paperwork.

Once Mia had gotten outside and closed the door, she muttered, "He'd better not be a dick."

The next day, Mia watched with an amused look as Fred and George tried to figure out what kind of guy the new Healer would be.

"I recon he'll of been a Hufflepuff at Hogwarts," Fred declared.

"Why?" Mia asked, sipping her coffee. Fred just shrugged.

"I recon he's married," George said.

"Why?" Mia laughed.

"No, no," Fred shook his head, "George only hopes he's married- because if he's married, then he can't flirt with you." George raised his eyebrows, but went ever-so-slightly red.

"Even if he was married… that might not stop him flirting," Mia smirked.

"Huh?" George said.

"I think she means 'cheating', George," Fred said. George looked up at Mia and she laughed, placing her coffee down and sitting on his lap.

"Aw, don't worry, George, I'm not gunna cheat on ya," she rapped her arms around his neck as he raised his eyebrows.

"I should hope not," he said, amused, kissing he lips quickly.

"Blegh! Can you not see me here!" Fred said from the other side of the table. Mia looked around, with a confused expression on her face, her mouth showing the slightest shadow of a smile.

"See who?" she asked, "George, can you see anyone?"

"Ha, ha, very funny," Fred replied dryly, rolling his eyes.

"I know, right?" Mia replied, hopping up from George's lap, "anyways, I gotta go… I'll tell you about him later."

She was about an hour into her shift when a very tall man in his late forties strode in. His pale brown hair was slicked back neatly and his hollow, dark grey eyes were looking around boredly. He was also wearing Healers robes.

"I'm looking for Mia Homing," he said flatly.

"That's me!" she replied, as she finished wrapping a bandage around her patients arm. She turned to the guy. "I'm guessing you're Remiel Marez?"

"Yes," he replied, in the same flat tone. She blinked.

"Ok then…" she replied, "um… you'll just be following me 'round today," she tried to remember whatever she'd done with Debbie on her first day, "on a few rounds in the wards, you know." She left the ward and Remiel turned to follow her. He had long strides and had kept adjusting them because she couldn't keep up.

"Hey, Mr Donner," Mia said cheerily as she entered ward. Like the woman yesterday, Mr Donner had been attacked by a Morsus- only he had been stung, and Morsus stings were quite dangerous. "How ya feeling?" she asked. He shrugged.

"Woke up last night with a pain in my leg, but that's about it," he replied. Mia nodded.

"Ok… oh, this is Remiel," she gestured to him, "he's a new Healer, following me around. Remiel, what do you think of this?" she asked. He looked over her shoulder at Mr Donner's arm.

"A Morsus sting," he said, inspecting, "it happened a week ago." Mia looked up at him, her brow creased.

"Three days," she corrected him. Remiel raised his eyebrows.

"Must be getting the time it happened and when he's allowed out mixed up," he said, "happens a lot." Mia licked her lips and nodded. Guess it could happen, she though.

"Uh, here," she gave a tub and a bottle to Mr Donner, before moving to another before that was occupied.

"You have to take him off my hands, Debbie!" Mia hissed to her. They were in the supply room. Remiel was on the other side of the room, searching around the shelves.

"I'm sorry, but I can't," Debbie replied.

"He gets all these little things wrong! Just tiny things that are actually really important!" Debbie chuckled.

"Yes, well, speak any louder and he'll be able to hear you." Mia whipped around and saw Remiel striding towards her.

"I found the Sanot," he said, dully. Mia groaned in frustration and resisted the urge to pull her hair out.

"It's pronounced Sanat! Not sanot! San-at!" she told him, then turned to Debbie and mouthed, "see what I mean?" Debbie just shrugged and reached up to the top shelf.

As Mia and Remiel left the supply room, she tried her hand at starting a conversation. "So… no offence, but you seem a little old to be just starting out as a Healer…" ok, so it wasn't the best thing she could've said, but he could have at least answered. She looked up at him for a second, before trying again. "What was your last job?"

"I was at the Ministry," he replied, staring ahead.

"What did you do?" she asked. He didn't answer this time, so she asked again.

"I was in a rather low down position."

"And why did you decide to come here?" she asked. He closed his eyes slowly and breathed in before he answered.

"My boss advised me to take the position."

"Oh…" she replied, then dropped it, seeing as the conversation wasn't actually going anywhere.

When she returned to the flat later that evening, the first thing she said was, "he's terrible."

"Who's terrible?" Fred asked from the table.

"Remiel Marez," she practically sneered the name. George, who was sitting on the sofa, tugged on her wrist and she fell onto his lap.

Fred rolled his eyes, but said, "He can't be that bad!"

"Oh really?" Mia laughed dryly, then her mouth fell into a straight line, "he has no personality and I'm surprised he got the right NEWTs." She leaned her head on George's shoulder.

"What do you mean 'he has no personality'?" George asked. Mia rolled her eyes.

"Exactly that. No personality. He had no expression when he spoke and he kept getting all these little tiny yet important things wrong! Like Sanat! He pronounced it sanot! I mean, come on! Sanat… sanot… they are two very different sounds!" she sucked in a breath as she finished her rant. From the table, Fred was trying to hold in a laugh.

"Calm down, love!" he said. Mia raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"You try being shadowed by a fifty year old guy who only knows the basics of his job!"

"Find me a fifty year old guy and maybe I will!" George rolled his eyes as they carried on with their argument.

Eh, I have a feeling their will only be a couple more chapters of this story, and there will be a lot of time skipping… hope you don't mind that!

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