Camp Hogwarts Challenge Collection

Camp Dumbledore

First aid- Write about being a Healer (50 points)

Chapter 4 - First Aid

It had taken several years but, finally, Molly Dodd was a fully-fledged and qualified Healer. She was ecstatic, of course, it had taken a lot of time and effort to get where she was. Then again, the pay was considerably better for a Healer than it was for an apprentice, so that was definitely a motivator.

The drawbacks to her chosen profession, however, came to a surprise to Molly.

Had you asked her prior to working at Saint Mungo's, Molly would have never guessed how many hypochondriac's there were among witches and wizards. Granted, there were many of cases that came into the various wards that were serious. Many, many more that were a result of utter stupidity, though Molly was professional enough not to say so to her patients. But the sheer number of people who came through the ward over absolutely nothing was utterly astounding.

Seriously, a runny nose didn't mean that you're dying. It means you have a runny nose!

No, ma'am sneezing three times in a row does not necessarily mean that someone has cursed you. Especially if three sneezes are the only potential symptoms that you're showing.

Yes, ma'am, you're a woman. It is most definitely normal for you to bleed from your 'private area' every month unless you're pregnant or old enough to be menopausal. Considering that you are neither, thankfully, it is completely normal. Yes, ma'am, I'm sure.

And Molly's personal favorite: No, sir, I don't believe that your stomach is upset because you jinxed a Hufflepuff twenty years ago. It's just a result of something you ate. Probably for breakfast this morning.

That's not to say, however, that Molly disliked her job. On the contrary. Molly loved being a Healer. She loved helping people. Being one of the people that other witches and wizards came to for help. Mending bones when a child had a broom accident. It was a pleasure for her.

Sometimes, though, she felt at the end of her patience with people. She had no doubt that anyone who worked in a position that had constant contact with the general population felt the same. There had been numerous cases come to her where an individual was injured while playing around with something they had purchased from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and had attempted to sue the brothers afterwards only for the Weasley's to simply point at the warning labels in big, bold lettering on the side of the packaging. Having already treated both of the twins on numerous occasions, Molly had heard many of cases like that.

Shaking herself from her frustration, Molly realized that her break was officially over. With a sigh, she tossed her empty teacup and made her way towards the exam room and her next patient.

Please, please let this one be normal, she thought to herself as she pushed the door open.

"Oh! Mister Weasley, what are we here for today?" She sighed internally in relief when she entered the room to see both Fred and George Weasley sitting in the exam room. Fred on the spare stool and George perched on the table.

"Ah, we're not exactly sure what this reaction is," Fred spoke up. "He's doing you a favor by not speaking right now. Every time he opens his mouth it smells like overripe rubbish. He's also got some sort of allergic reaction to the potion since he's got hives on his torso."

Molly nodded and jotted down notes in George's file. "What was this potion actually supposed to do? Not smell like ripe rubbish, I'm assuming?"

Fred laughed, "No, not exactly but we'll have to keep that one in mind, thanks Doc. But no, the potion was to be worked into a chewing gum and the affects were intended to make the consumer's body hair streaked skunk-like and for them to have rank gas. So I suppose it sort of worked but he'd only splashed just a bit on his uniform. All of this is from what little soaked through the fabric onto his skin. That's what doesn't make sense and we can't quite figure out how to reverse."

Molly tilted her head in thought as she completed her notes. "Mister Weasley, I am going to temporarily remove your shirt so that I can see this allergic reaction. I would like to eliminate possibilities before I jump in with potential solutions."

At George's silent nod, Molly vanished the shirt and closely examined the blistering rash. Moving around the table she noticed that it was also on his back and reaching up his neck towards his ear.

"Mister Weasley," She said, beckoning Fred towards here. "Has this spread or is this the original?"

Fred's eyes widened, "Definitely spread. It was only on his chest and upper stomach area before."

Molly nodded and jotted a few notes on a small square of parchment and sent it off, much like the paper aeroplanes at the Ministry.

"While I'm confident I can fix your bad breath, I'm reluctant to move forward until we can stop and reverse the spread of this rash," Molly explained. "Mister Weasley, either one, I need you to write down every ingredient and the entire process that you used for this potion. Leave nothing out. As this batch was obviously botched, I don't believe you need to fear someone taking your recipe."

Fred and George shared a glance and then nodded in agreement, quickly writing down everything they had done for the potion from start to finish.

Two hours and three specialists-which was not an uncommon occurrence when either one of those two were involved-later, the Weasley twins were sent on their way. George's breath no longer smelled like ripe rubbish and the rash was slowly fading. He had been warned to avoid working with potions for a few days lest it cause unforeseen interactions with the potions they had given him to combat his previous condition.

It was, perhaps odd for a person in her profession to have a 'favorite', considering that they were a medical facility, but Molly's were definitely the Weasley twins. They kept things very interesting. They were skilled enough as wizards to treat most things on their own, something that was probably quite handy considering their chosen profession, so when they did come in, it was always something massively interesting. If she hadn't known better, Molly might have considered the idea that perhaps they enjoyed testing the Healers and Specialists as much as they enjoyed testing their products.

Yes, those two Weasley's always kept her on her toes. She smirked to herself as she made her way back to the break room to finish filling out George Weasley's file.

Molly Dodd was a professional and would never utilize her position in a way that might be perceived as inappropriate. However, there was no rule against looking.

It doesn't hurt that they were quite easy on the eyes, now does it?

Story Word count 1155