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Originally Posted by Erik Vinteren

Erik had already started checking the charms around the parameter of the room. He was going to do his job, with or without Botros' old man permission. He refrained from rolling his eyes when the old man started repeating the word 'no,' about five hundred thousand times. OK, they got it.

What he found most suspicious, however, was that Botros' supposed Healer had not been interested enough to check him or the school out, in person. Did no one think it necessary to observe the man growing more youthful in action? What about the youth ageing so quickly they were nearing the brink of death?

He cleared his throat and slid his wand back into its place smoothly. "Mister Botros, I vhink it is high time vhe Board of Governors insists on meeting vhis Healer of yours. Hogwarts does not have enough help to care for its ageing population now. Surely your personal Healer vould not protest?" She was the next person they should question.

Botros' eyes had glanced between the man checking his office and the other Governors as they questioned him. Bloody man wiv his exotic accent and ungodly good looks. No one questioned that now did they, noooo, it was just poor ole' Botros, and for getting his golden curls back.

The professor remained politely expressionless, though. Even in his youth when he had the ability to be annoyed at people, Botros had always been polite. "I vhink-- think she won't mind, no." He scribbled down her name and slid the paper over to them. "I contact her at St. Mungo's."