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Anna Banana 
Oops. Gabriella hadn't meant to startle the boy like so. Being around children would take some getting used to. Hogwarts just wasn't like New York City, when Gabriella often times either worked alone or with small groups of people. Her new Healer job would require surrounding herself with children---lots and lots of children---during all parts of the day.
She listened as he replied to her with a stutter that was somewhat difficult to understand. Being a Healer, though, Gabriella was used to meeting with people who were either A, extremely nervous, or B, very ill or injured. Seeing that this child wasn't hurt at all, she assumed he was just really nervous.
Medical condition, though? She eyed the parchment he held in his hand then nodded understandingly. How independent of this child to bring her his medical records all on his own. "I see, Mr. Upstead. First of all, I appreciate that you've come to discuss this with me. I promise you that I'll do my best to take make extra sure you're taken care of," she replied. She wondered exactly what was on that parchment he held, but she figured he'd hand it to her when he was good and ready.
"Okay," Jake said simply. He looked at his bad writing on the parchment and immediately gave it up as a lost cause. From the bag he had slung over his shoulder, Jake pulled out a niiiiiice thick file type thing. They weren't his official records... just a few medical reports for his guardians, and of course, his present mother's own little input.
Putting the folder on the desk, Jake shoved the parchment he'd held back into his pocket.
"I tuhh-take three ccccalming potions a d-day," he announced, wondering if he'd taken the ones he was supposed to today.
"I tuhh-take care of th-them mysssself," Jake added. If there was one thing he liked, it was his independence.
"They kkkeep me ruhh-real calm an' quiet." Usually...
Hmmm, what else was it?
"I've buhh-been to St. Mungo's..." the boy paused for a moment, counting on his fingers to try and remember.
"Ab-about three? Or fuh-four times... th-those were sssstays for a wwwweek or luhh-longer," he added, just to clarify. And then, to clarify further, he tapped the side of his head to indicate his mind, and then pointed at the file as if to say 's'allllll in there'.
"I al-also hhhave an all-allergy to sssugar," Jake went on, wondering why he was revealing this. Now the Healer would know he couldn't have sugar. Anyone else you want to tell, Upstead?
"I go... hhhyper and th-then get ssssick."
He was really running out of the energy to tell all these now.
"Llllast year I hhhad these wuhh-weird fit th-things. But th-they stopped... but I sssstutter. Profff-professor Bunbbbbury... Devil's Sn-snare..." Jake shuddered. He really wasn't fond of that memory.
OH YES! One last thing... if he remembered correctly.
"An' Kapoor an' Buhh-bontecou de-decided last year th-that I should ttttake a dr-dreamless ssssleep p-potion," Jake's faint smile disappeared.
"Nightmares."
Scary nightmares.
But, like it said in the file, Jake dealt with that too.
Maybe Jake would leave out the fact that he was a climber and therefore liable to get hurt. But it had never been a problem so far, right? Right.
"Think th-thassit," Jake finished with a pleasant smile, holding his hands behind his back. Doooop doop dooooop.
Was that a puffapod.