The SA Department Head had been perfectly fine, considering he was going to fake these evaluations.......That was...until one of THEM just HAD to rear their unnecessary heads IN THIS SPACE. Anthony eyeballed the St. Mungo's Healer with barely concealed disdain.

It looks could crucio...

SPOILER!!: January!

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January nodded her head politely. When she got the head jerk, she unclasped her hands and followed the department head to the not-so official exam room.

"So..." she started, glancing around. "What's the reason behind these exams?" Just because she was obediently doing this didn't mean she didn't want to know why.

Making sure they weren't being overheard, Anthony plopped down into a seat.

"As you can see.....they're insane." He listened carefully, trying to gauge where THAT woman was at the precise moment. The shrieking would've difficult to NOT hear, of course. So, he didn't need to strain too hard. No, no...Still dealing with others. Anthony could hear it now.

"Here's what we're going to do...I'm going to check your vitals. Then, I'm going to ask you a bunch of random things, jot your answers, give an analysis...and you'll be on your way." No, the questions weren't going to be the least bit serious. No, he wasn't going to give a real diagnosis. No, a single care was still not being given on this day.

Slipping on a pair of latex surgical gloves, he pulled his wand and gave an apologetic look.

SPOILER!!: Jose!

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The more and more the man continued to talk the more he started to like him. " yes, sir I sure do. ", waiting to hear what time he could go in at was very short, this man found him right away. " 11:30 he thought that wasn't too bad but.....

Oh Jose has an option either go now or go in thirty minutes. He knew he has plenty of things to get done so what was the harm in going right now. And h he would be seeing him as well, well his day was turning out better than he expected." if you don't mind squeezing me in now that would be great! "

Stepping back out into the makeshift waiting area, Anthony gestured to Jose Mora. Merlin, he would attempt to prevent as much humiliation as he could.

There was an obligation to do so, considering the role he was being forced to play in this madness.

"Please hurry before you are spotted..."...by that crazed woman.

SPOILER!!: Aron!

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He was here. Early in fact. Early and ready to get this over with and, in all honesty, didn't want to be here in the first place and had considered skipping entirely. It all was utterly absurd. But he figured he would probably get an earful for not cooperating and, as much as he enjoyed the dull honking of all the honking daffodils in this joint, really did not want to have to listen to it.

Clutching his appointment time parchment in his closed fist, he pushed open the door and stepped inside with a grunt. Yeah. He was here.

.........WHY were there so many other people here too? Oh bouncing blueberries had they overbooked for the same times? Merlin help him....

"Do Department Heads get priority in line?" he questioned, partly joking but also partly serious.

Anthony's eyes snapped to attention as Aron entered the tech lounge. He was still too frustrated and angry to appreciated the man's face. What was this? When had his job gotten THIS stressful? Oh, yes! Anthony properly recalled now...Two days ago.

The glare he doused the St. Mungo's Healer with was unapologetic.

Shifting it between the St. Mungo's person and his fellow Department Head, he snatched a seat, hoping to properly display his displeasure. There was literally nothing he could do...since the DHs were priority. They'd insist on seeing Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne themselves.

Damnit.

Poor dear? Ronnie glanced up, puzzled. She quickly glanced around herself to see if the woman had been talking to someone behind her but it seemed like there was not many people near she could have been talking to. Turning her attention back to the lady at the table, she studied her. "I'm afraid I don't understand?" she said, cocking her head slightly. "What must be awful?"

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While waiting to be checked in - Merlin, they just LOVED to keep you waiting giving her more reason to believe this was a conspiracy for others in the party to do a search of their levels while the employees were in one area - Alex noticed a couple more people from her level join them. First Ronnie, her head's assistant, to which she offered the redhead a friendly smile and then one of them creatures people who'd she seen around when he started working there.

She shook her head at the creatures employee. "Merlin only knows, but if its our heads then I think they'll find their psychotic wards filled up quite quickly." And the Ministry will be without employees, which might be want they want? "You ... uh, this ... this might be really dumb, but you don't think this is a conspiracy, do you? St Mungos getting all of us down for these so-called evaluations, whilst they go search our workplaces for .... something?"

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HE WAS USING WORDS THAT DID NOT EXIST!!! Obviously the poor working conditions here had turned his brain to mush and he could no longer access the vocabulary his brain had spent years developing. The injustice, it was enough to HURT and Ravaora could only take the man's face in hands and go, "It will be alright. We'll make you better again and I might have an extra dictionary on hand as well."

Never fear Sir, the Healer's from St. Mungo's were HERE. "Do you have an appointment? How are you FEELING?? How many fingers am I holding up??" Though she hadn't released his face to reveal fingers.....ahem.

So the woman thought that all of this was a conspiracy, eh? The theory sounded a bit odd to Tancred, but he had heard and seen stranger things before. He shrugged at her and replied, "I don't know. This whole health evaluation thing does seem odd. But what would be the point of using it as a distraction while someone searched through the whole Ministry? I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just send us all home for the day?" If something fishy was going on though, he would bet it had to do with Mysteries.

He was about to say that this evaluation stuff was probably not that big of a deal. Probably just a random check-up to make sure everyone was healthy. After all, the two of them looked healthy enough to be in a working environment. However, the same couldn't be said for everyone else in the Ministry.

Out of the blue, a woman healer then came by and started touching foreheads ... and then his face. This wasn't part of the examination, right? Why were her hands still holding onto his face? Should she have let go by now? And what was she going on about a dictionary for?

Tancred just stared. Everything was going to be alright? Oookay then. "Yes, I have an appointment," he told her. He wouldn't be here if he could get away with it. "And I am feeling well. But I am afraid I won't be able to tell you how many fingers you're holding up with your hands on my face." Were they sure it was the Ministry employees that needed to be evaluated? He wasn't a healer by any means, but he was positive a certain someone had escaped a long-term residence ward.

Jasmine came here a little late. He noticed a few people were here before her. As she made her way, she didn't feel so nervous. I mean she was healthy the whole time working here. She hardly got sick. But it was the protocol and every member had to do this. So she shall do it too. She went to the front of the line and looked through the papers to check in. "Alright where I am...?" she asked skimming through all the names. Merlin this might take a while.

If the woman wasn't intensely looking at him with sparkly eyes as if he was about to fall off a cliff, he wouldn't have guessed she was addressing him. Was the gasp really necessary, too? He looked at her dumbly, which was achieved with difficulty because prosecutors didn't look dumb at all, and froze in his wandering. "Uh." Crumbling? "I'm-- I'm quite fine, actually, ma'am. I think. Is it my eyes, I haven't slept very well yesterday but I think-- am I sick?" Okay, she may or may not have increased his buried paranoia a tad.

Those were supposed to be professionals, right? The kind that could detect diseases the second they laid eyes on a person and all that jazz. Well, consider him very, very paranoid right about now. Vic headed towards the lady to do whatever to check in. BEFORE HE "CRUMBLED".

January caught glimpses of the other nurses and was slightly glad that she was not in with any of them. She tried to block out the noise of the others, too. However, once Anthony started talking, she wasn't sure how comforted she felt with him, either. He sounded like he was going to BS the whole thing and let her be on her way, but she had gone into this thinking it was going to be a real medical exam...

"Where did you go to school for this?" she asked curiously, eyeing his latex gloves momentarily. He didn't sound very professional. And that look on his face didn't exactly comfort her either.

Anthony, who had actively decided NOT TO give a single care today, began by checking vitals. No, he supposed he didn't sound very professional at the moment...but one would have that when they were at the absolute end of their rope.

Merlin, and the evals had just begun.

"I attended University in Greece." Anthony didn't need to be secretive about his previous studies and work history...if she was concerned about his credentials. It sounded that way. Finishing up the vitals check, Anthony pulled her file and wrote a few things down. Oh, that was another massive invasion of privacy. These records...

"I completed my Healer training at St. Mungo's."............and that was enough of that. Anthony didn't like the reminder. Especially after THIS. "Your blood pressure is a little high." Just so she was aware. It wasn't alarmingly high...but high enough that it could've been greatly exaggerated by any one of the other Healers.

After writing a few more things down, he removed the gloves and took a seat. "Are you comfortable?"

Looking up from his chair he heard the man talking about hurrying up and it looked like he was talking to him. "Me?" he asked but before he could answer he was out of his chair and he moved his way to him. "where would you like me to go?" saying as he finally reached him.

hfdsgashgfireaf

Didn't understand?? SHE WAS LOSING BRAIN FUNCTION!!! Oh deaaar, oh dear oh dear oh dear. "It will all be explained in a minute, if you'd just follow me into the examination room we can get you checked and sorted before your brain dilapidates further." All said in a ridiculously slow voice to be sure the woman comprehended. Did she mention she was an expert at this? This one had no need to worry.

"Please step this way." She said, gesturing to the room on the side. Then they could get down to business.

Thank Merlin he had an appointment. Even if she hadn't noticed him he would still get himself checked and now she would personally see to it because this was alarming. The man had no idea just how worried he now had Ravaora but she was good at what she did. Her eyes widened at the confession he couldn't tell her how many fingers she had up. "Poor sight, it's an early sign of O.O.P.S--not to worry we can get you a seeing crup now I insist you come with you before we have to remove your eyes and replace them with sanitized gulf balls." She'd been told it hurt but some people were just so whiny.

Finally she dropped her hands and gestured to the examination room. "Death is no joking matter and you've been playing dangerously with it. This way." She led the way to the room and waited on the inside. Why wasn't he moving faster?? Impaired movement as well???? WHAAAAAT?????

It didn't take long for Ravaora to see this one was lost. Looking but not truly SEEING. That would explain why she was flipping through the book as if she'd lost her shadow in the pages--had she? There was a disease with that one written all over it. As she approached, she cleared her throat so as not to alarm the young woman then cause mass panic within the room and have everyone throwing desks and chairs. Those were horrible times. "No need to check the book. I'd rather you come with me right now. This clearly can't wait." And what was numerical order anyway when you were tending to the DYING??

Just LOOK how confused the man was. He wasn't all that here in the head. Off on another planet perhaps? Venturing off with the dead while his hollow body remained to look haggard and unkempt. Surely there was still hope for him but just how much? And just listened to the way he went off on that tangent, rambling--did he say lack of sleep? He eyes grew wider than possible by this point. "YOU ARE RIDDLED WITH DISEASE, HOW ARE YOU STILL LIVING???" Forgive the shock but SIR.

He was coming toward her, sick as he was and Ravaora put on a brave face. If this was the day she caught a contagious disease while trying to help the masses then so be it.

The Healer reached out, grabbed him by the shirt and proceeded to pull him into the exam room. No wait for the dying; they may not be here long.

This lounge was an unfamiliar place to Sherman, seeing as he'd had no reason to come here before and couldn't bother the trouble with his wheelchair. He was a bit late, what with having to navigate new territory with his rolling seat and whatnot. But surely it wouldn't matter?

He wasn't actually sure what all the ruckus was about, just that it was mandatory. And that meant show up or he'd get in trouble. Somehow.

So there he was. His turn now?

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Another that wasn't using actual words? Just how many of them would they see today...and the way he clutched his parchment. It was like he was expecting an apocalypse at any second. The tension was real. His muscles must be so over worked, this constant living in fear.....Oh? A Department Head at that?? Ravaora glided over to the man. "You do actually. Running the madness you can't be all that right in the head yourself. No worries we'll take really good care of you."

Her eyes drifted to his clenched parchment again. "You need to let go...let it allllll out and come with me."

Yes, this way, as she led him off to the examination room.

............................

Did she...just infer that he was crazy? Anthony was getting smoldering looks right now. His eyes narrowed to practically slits before he slowly turned his head towards the woman. Out of all the honking daffodils he had ever met, this one was by far the worst offender.

And now he had regretted asking. He could wait. Really. Or leave and never come back.

"............let what go?" There was something he very much wanted to let go right now, but it went against his morals.

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This lounge was an unfamiliar place to Sherman, seeing as he'd had no reason to come here before and couldn't bother the trouble with his wheelchair. He was a bit late, what with having to navigate new territory with his rolling seat and whatnot. But surely it wouldn't matter?

He wasn't actually sure what all the ruckus was about, just that it was mandatory. And that meant show up or he'd get in trouble. Somehow.

So there he was. His turn now?

Oh for the love of gardenia. RUN SHERMAN. Only the old man couldn't really do that so it was more like ROLL SHERMAN.

"Actually, this gentleman and myself have our appointments set with Mr. Cresswell."

WINCE.

Was the shouting really necessary? Vic looked shocked, if anything, at the woman who didn't seem to appreciate the fact that he was getting closer to her. Well, TOUGH life, ma'am, it was her job to get close and cozy with sick people, no? "Whoa whoa." he said, freeing his shirt from her grip and giving her an uncertain smile, but still followed her to what he assumed would be the exam room. He was having second thoughts about her professionalism, though. Look at the way she grabbed his shirt and was pulling him with her. Not to mention that shouting from before.

... maybe, she was the sick one?? St. Mungo's mental section was missing a patient? Oh he ought to check on this once he got this over with. "I mean, aside from that, I'm really fine." He insisted, trying to get her to talk more.

January let him do his thing, patiently being evaluated, doing whatever she needed to to let him work. University in Greece. Greece generally had good schools. "Wizarding University?" she asked, looking for a specification. She raised an eyebrow when he mention that he finished his healer training at St. Mungo's. "Hm. Different class than the lot of them out there, I'm assuming." Because he didn't really seem like he was on the crazy train like the rest of them.

High blood pressure? "Oh?" That wasn't too alarming. Everyone had high blood pressure.

"Enough," she responded to his question simply. No one was ever too comfortable during a medical exam, but she wasn't complaining.

Lawrence was getting impatient at the long wait. People were filing into the room and that meant that he would either have to wait a long time or the Healer would be late for his appointment. Then he noticed someone looking at him. For an unusually long time.

Was she a healer? No wonder most of the department heads were not happy about the health check business. Healers appeared to be weirdos, and even though Lawrence hated to use the word 'weirdo', he just had to. "Good day to you too," he greeted the lady. The ministry advisor maintained the distance, incase she was - well.

"I'm from this level. Er, minister's office." Not the muggle technology centre. "I believe I have an appointment for a quarter past eleven? The name's Lawrence Lee." He said. Now, he did not have all day, so..

Curiosity killed the cat, and roadkill was ever so interesting, so naturally she had to have a look.

Emily was aware of her appointment time, and had initially opted to ignore it - this was something which required very little skill and next to no need for patience. It would have been only too easy. But considering this was an initiative the whole Ministry was to undertake, and because Gavin had always complained about her diet, and Zeke about her sleeping habits, it seemed only fitting to prove them both wrong and get a clean bill of health.

The Department Head arrived in the technology lounge, observing those gathered there. With her hands in her jacket pockets, and a casual stance, Emily offered the nearest Healer-looking figure a faint smile and announced herself. "Emily Browne, Level Two, I'm scheduled for an appointment in ten." So get on with it. Wow her.

There was noise, and there were familiar faces, neither of which she particularly cared for at the minute. Not when there was work to be done, and this was an inconvenience she could have done without.

Maybe she should have skipped it. Was it too late to leave?

Alysson nodded again while her gaze dropped to the book the other woman was holding. "So how long are you here for then?" She asked politely, trying to make smalltalk. And she wanted to see if she talked like that slowly all the time. Ah good, yes, but she DID in fact have an appointment. Or so the book said. Good-

.......excuse me what?!

"I don't believe I'm dying." She gave the Healer a strange look, automatically following her into the adjacent room. Was this check-up really about not DYING? Was anyone sick? Was there some kind of contagious disease going around the Ministry? What had she missed? Why had no one told her?

Health Evals?

Simon had seen the department notice...gotten his appointment time at his desk as expected but it was still not on his mind to go. He wasn't one for healers, having only ever gone near one when badly injured from quidditch or the job and the latter was mostly because as security he tended to go near anyone in the ministry. And okay, when he was looked at after being possessed by a pirate ghost for a better part of a school term.

Maybe that was the cause of the reluctance.

Because otherwise he was fine and had nothing to hide. Or rather nothing to find wrong with him. Still...he had noticed others in the department heading in the direction of the technology center and debated, finally leaving to head up there when it was time. With minutes to spare. And his gait casual as he walked to the desk, not revealing any lingering suspicions that typically dwelled in MLE employees.

"Simon Bennett..." he stated simply, giving his name as he waited to be checked in.

Health evaluations.

What. Was this like a... regular thing? They had never done health evaluations at Witch Weekly. So this was strange. Beyond strange. Maybe this was just as normal part of being employed in the ministry. She'd have to ask about that later, but for now the brunette made her way towards the room she was directed to. Luckily, it wasn't that far from her cubicle. Merlin forbid she had to walk up anymore stairs with these heels.

Of course, she did love the heels. Especially the little clunk clunk noises she made- which only grew as she neared the area.

Clunk... Clunk... Clunk... Clunk... Clunk.

As she stood around and waited for her turn, she took out her latest Witch Weekly issue out of her designer handbag and began reading.

Ew. She wore THOSE shoes with THAT hat? Disgusting.

Was he playing dumb? In denial? Unsure what she meant? Perhaps Ravaora would have to speak as slowly to him as she did a few patience that had earlier appointments. How wide spread was this epidemic and which one were they spreading?? So fascinating yet tragic. The bodies would begin piling up if she didn't get to work. "The stress, Love. Get rid of aaaalll that anxiety. Feel your muscles loosening." And on that note, why was he not following?

Hmm, clearly it was a cerebral malfunction. He truly wasn't processing a thing she said, was he. Parasites in the brain, most likely or the stress eating away at the neurons--

HANG ON!! "No no no." Ravaora clutched tightly to the handles of the elderly man's wheelchair. "This one is gravely ill, knocking on death's door and will be seeing no one but ME. How long has he been unable to walk?" She turned to old man and spoke exaggeratedly slow once more. "It. Is. Alright. SIR." In case he was hard of hearing too. "We'll get you walking again in NO TIME." No walking meant a muscular problem obviously brought on from a lack of exercise and poor diet. They'd get this one up and about in no time. Ravaora began wheeling him toward the room, no time for protests. "And I suggest you come too unless you want to drop dead." Unless he diiiiiiiiid. DID HE???? Clearly OOPS struck again.



Was that an involuntary tick? Was it? Ravaora noticed the wincing and knew immediately that this man's nervous system was failing. Pretty soon he'd be in a wheelchair too or carted off to St. Mungo's if they caught it quickly enough. This was even more serious than she thought--no, than she DARED to imagine.

"Repetitive speech with the use of 'whoa' twice." Had he already forgotten he'd uttered it? An advanced stage of the disease. Merlin's beard help them all if he got into the wider public. His sudden draw back had her eyeing him even more seriously. "Afraid of contact as well...." She muttered, drawing on little ideas here and there as to what would definitively be the cause of his melt down.

"And rambling." She noted as they got into the room. Offering explanations where there need not be any. The dark circles under his eyes as well......"How well are you sleeping?" And while she asked she reached for the closet thing on her table and hurled it at him. Just like that. Throwing missiles.



Minister's Office, Level 1, central point of the chaos she was willing to bet. That was where decrees came from, such a STRESSFUL job it was and it would break most people, in fact, it had broken this man right here. His internal self was long shattered but he did not know. What a shame in life this was.

"Yes, I'll be seeing you right now. Please step into the room. Have no fear, we've seen worse cases than your own. In no time we should have you fixed, just have to pinpoint what's wrong first."

Because something was wrong, did he know? DID HE KNOW HE WAS DYING???



Such. Short. Sentences.

Ravaora walked right up to this one, giving her a once over. Short sentences could only mean 10 things and one by one she would figure out what! Could be anything from too much sugar to a brain degenerating disease that was slowly ruining speech function. Tut tut, the woman might find it a little harder to fulfil her tasks if she could hardly give directions. "Emily Browne, yes? Department Head? Those have priority, step right this way Ma'am." Toward the room where your fate would be sealed.

She had caught her looking around earlier as well. Possibly feeling trapped, like the walls were closing in--or a fear of people, yes! It made sense! The short sentences too in an effort to be done with it. This woman had been scarred. It was heart breakingly tragic at the very least and the healer took the woman's hands in hers. "We will help you get through this. I promise you we're the best at what we do. You will be a new woman." Now chop chop the reformation needed to begin and it couldn't without a diagnosis!



Why was she looking at her like that? With those craaaazy eyes. It was setting in, wasn't it? Perhaps this one would need restraints while they got the evaluations done...just in case. "We will be here all day." Ravaora commented idly as she began patting at the woman's cheeks. "And will continue to be here until you are all healed and reformed." She sighed heavily, lowering her hands again. "It's just as I thought. Your face is changing colour. We'll need to prescribe you something for it." True. It was all red now. Would she need a mirror?

The healer reached for the clipboard across from her and began scribbling. "Denial as well..." She muttered as she scribbled. "But yes, I like your enthusiasm. You will not die so long as we are here! Now tell me, how have you been feeling lately? Stressed? Over worked? Under paid? Unfulfilled? Hmmmmm?" Leaning closer she pulled an eyelid down to check. It wasn't green. Huh. That ruled that out.



The nonchalance on this one was a telling sign, oh yes it was. He didn't understand the grave nature of this situation. He wasn't comprehending or perhaps he simply didn't know what was going on. The man had said his name, he knew that much but the healer had her doubts.

"I do believe you have an appointment yes, please come with me and we can have you sorted out." And poked and prodded and anything else she saw fit.

The examination room was all hers.



STARE.

Was this one stress reading?

Ravaora had seen that condition before. The woman was scared before her wits, terrified of what she would find out today and for that reason she was choosing to read. But what was it? What could possibly make people so utterly terrified that they would revert to witch weekly of all things??? Terrible thing this was and she would have to act fast.

"I'm afraid the situation is worst than your reading will be able to handle." She tsked as if disappointedly in life and all of this woman's choices. "Nothing to be done about that now though. You'll have to come with me and we'll see what we can find--pray to merlin we've caught it in time."

Oh...oh....oh....okay the examination had started apparently.

Alysson tried to keep as still as possible while the Healer slapped her patted her cheeks. All day. Well, at least they were only here for a day. That sounded reasonable. The next thing the woman said, however, didn't sound reasonable at all. Healed and reformed?? Turning her head slightly, Alysson reached up to rub her cheeks. That had hurt a little. It certainly hadn't been comfortable.

PRESCRIBE HER SOMETHING??????

"I don't feel sick." Her face had fallen and when she glanced back to the Healer, there was a rather helpless look on her face. "What's wrong with my face?" She looked around, clearly in search for a mirror. What color was it? Why? What did that mean? What was going on?

"Alright?" She was still looking for a mirror. Alysson forced herself to focus on the Healer again though. Questions. She should answer those. So she could get better. "No." She shook her head. "Everything's alright." More or less.

Harmony simply didn't see what the other Department Heads were up in arms about. Surely they cared about the health of their employees and as a woman who could see auras, the red head could vouch for the fact that many of the people in this building were stressed out. Poor dears. If only her love of laughter yoga and fresh hummus was shared by all. It did wonders for her health!

Sauntering into the technology lounge, the creature-crazy woman looked around and smiled. She then approached the table and cleared her throat.

"Helloooo! Department Head Harmony Skylark reporting for an examination!"

Good...so he wasn't down here for no apparent reason only to find he didn't actually have an appointment. Not that Simon would have minded it getting lost, it would have been a perfect excuse to bow out of it altogether. Get back to actually working and doing his job. But alas, he was stuck with an appointment. Well the sooner he got this over with the sooner he could return to his rounds or paperwork, or anything else that crossed his path.

"Very well," he said, moving to follow her into the examination room. He would obey... for now.

SPOILER!!: January!

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January let him do his thing, patiently being evaluated, doing whatever she needed to to let him work. University in Greece. Greece generally had good schools. "Wizarding University?" she asked, looking for a specification. She raised an eyebrow when he mention that he finished his healer training at St. Mungo's. "Hm. Different class than the lot of them out there, I'm assuming." Because he didn't really seem like he was on the crazy train like the rest of them.

High blood pressure? "Oh?" That wasn't too alarming. Everyone had high blood pressure.

"Enough," she responded to his question simply. No one was ever too comfortable during a medical exam, but she wasn't complaining.

"Yes, Wizarding University." Writing down a few more general things (to appear like he was actually doing his job), Anthony smiled. "Clearly getting out was smart, yes? I think someone slipped something into the water."......It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, making those types of comments.....but Merlin, if it wasn't true enough.

The liquid courage was running it's course.

"As I mentioned before, I'll simply be asking a series of questions."...to reiterate the general timeline of the evaluation. No, the DH had absolutely no idea what Silverkin was going to be asking or what she was going to do, even...but this was how he was preferring to roll.

"How's your diet? Your sleep pattern? Do you get enough hours in the night to feel properly rested the next morning? Do you consume adult beverages?"

...Just to name a few. All the while, Anthony glanced between her opened file and her face, trying to appear more serious than he had been before. Ms. Pennifold didn't need to know they were clearly UNDER ATTACK here.

SPOILER!!: Jose!

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Looking up from his chair he heard the man talking about hurrying up and it looked like he was talking to him. "Me?" he asked but before he could answer he was out of his chair and he moved his way to him. "where would you like me to go?" saying as he finally reached him.

"Just follow me back. Let's be quick...." Seriously, Mr. Mora didn't want to be subjected to that; mentally waving a hand in the Silverkin woman's direction.

"Make yourself comfortable. We'll begin shortly..." Merlin, did she have to be so LOUD?!

SPOILER!!: Aron, Serman, and the St. Mungo's Nutter!

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This lounge was an unfamiliar place to Sherman, seeing as he'd had no reason to come here before and couldn't bother the trouble with his wheelchair. He was a bit late, what with having to navigate new territory with his rolling seat and whatnot. But surely it wouldn't matter?

He wasn't actually sure what all the ruckus was about, just that it was mandatory. And that meant show up or he'd get in trouble. Somehow.

So there he was. His turn now?

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............................

Did she...just infer that he was crazy? Anthony was getting smoldering looks right now. His eyes narrowed to practically slits before he slowly turned his head towards the woman. Out of all the honking daffodils he had ever met, this one was by far the worst offender.

And now he had regretted asking. He could wait. Really. Or leave and never come back.

"............let what go?" There was something he very much wanted to let go right now, but it went against his morals.

Oh for the love of gardenia. RUN SHERMAN. Only the old man couldn't really do that so it was more like ROLL SHERMAN.

"Actually, this gentleman and myself have our appointments set with Mr. Cresswell."

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SPOILER!!: Mr. Wheelchair and his defender

Was he playing dumb? In denial? Unsure what she meant? Perhaps Ravaora would have to speak as slowly to him as she did a few patience that had earlier appointments. How wide spread was this epidemic and which one were they spreading?? So fascinating yet tragic. The bodies would begin piling up if she didn't get to work. "The stress, Love. Get rid of aaaalll that anxiety. Feel your muscles loosening." And on that note, why was he not following?

Hmm, clearly it was a cerebral malfunction. He truly wasn't processing a thing she said, was he. Parasites in the brain, most likely or the stress eating away at the neurons--

HANG ON!! "No no no." Ravaora clutched tightly to the handles of the elderly man's wheelchair. "This one is gravely ill, knocking on death's door and will be seeing no one but ME. How long has he been unable to walk?" She turned to old man and spoke exaggeratedly slow once more. "It. Is. Alright. SIR." In case he was hard of hearing too. "We'll get you walking again in NO TIME." No walking meant a muscular problem obviously brought on from a lack of exercise and poor diet. They'd get this one up and about in no time. Ravaora began wheeling him toward the room, no time for protests. "And I suggest you come too unless you want to drop dead." Unless he diiiiiiiiid. DID HE???? Clearly OOPS struck again.

Anthony violently cringed at the St. Mungo's Healer's....everything, actually. He was cringing at everything. Merlin, help them all.

He'd been in the process of approaching Mr. Serman Clark, a man that was rather well known around the Ministry...but that woman, and he used the term loosely, had struck again.

It was ENDLESSLY frustrating...having NO SAY in the going-ons of his own area of interest. Anything health related fell to him and HIS team....AND ARON. She was...He didn't....And Emily...

"I believe I need a break."...because violence. He wanted to perform violence.

Ronnie blinked. Before her brain dilapidated even further?! What was that supposed to mean? Ronnie felt completely fine, though...did she not look it? She took another glance at the woman once more, wondering what in Merlin's beard was up. Ah, oh well. She ought to follow her to find out, yeah?

Still extremely puzzled, the red head followed her into the examination room. She thought this would be a simple examination but now that the woman was all concerned for her, Ronnie felt it would be worse now and she wasn't looking forward to this whole thing.

Tiffany had finally made her ways to the BEST PART, 'which witch wore what'! It was only the most interesting section of the entire magazine- which was saying something because this entire magazine was brillllliant. She'd know.

But then. Of course. They always had to come when she was at her reading peak. Always. The brunette carefully marked the page with a single finger, making sure not to damage the page. Letting out a small sigh, she looked up to see that... Oh. Well this was an unfamiliar face, one of the healer's possibly?

Situation worse than reading can handle. What was this woman talking about? "This situation?" she questioned. No, there was nothing wrong with Tiffany Price, except for the fact that her work robes covered up her most fabulous outfit. But other than that, she was in perfect health and this check was only a routine thing, right? Like there wasn't anything seriously wrong with her... How else would she have gotten the job? Not in poor health that's how. The tsking was also something else. The brunette just raised a single brow as she safely tucked her magazine back into the designer purse as she walked behind the woman.

"Um..This is just a routine checkup, right?" She had nothing to worry about. Just possibly creepy healers who may want to touch her face and ruin her carefully applied makeup. That's it.