Who: Remus Lupin & Sarah Fawcett What: Remus needs some medical attention When: Early hours of Saturday, 19 January, 1998 Where: St. Mungo's Hospital Rating: G, I'd wager. Maybe PG-13 if we get gory.
There were different sorts of Healers, walking the halls of St. Mungo's. Remus had learned this years and years ago, as a young boy; for on the months when he'd managed to do himself a serious injury that needed tending to beyond what his mother, the Hogwarts matron, or in later years he could provide for himself, Remus had to seek the help of professionals. There were some who saw his condition as pitiable - dangerous, still, of course, but something to be sorry for. Others were only frightened, some found it to be fascinating with dozens of questions that Remus answered in a monotone, rather than suggest that they take a look in his file, which had grown nearly as tall as the man himself by now. Some were appalled that he did not simply take Wolfsbane, and it was no good explaining that he was without the skills of an experienced Potions Master, or the Galleons needed to buy the flask each month from one who might consider brewing for him. The truth was, there were more werewolves than not who thought the potion was an abomination, that there was far more danger in putting the wolf inside to sleep each month than there was in letting him lose. Remus couldn't say one way or the other, for while he had endured a lifetime of transformations and nearly a year of regular potion drinking, both were unpleasant, unsettling experiences.
The worst were ones who simply loathed him for what he was, a mangy dog that inevitably brought suffering and pain with him wherever he went. There had been plenty who had refused to treat him, three who had spat on him, and eleven who had furthered his injuries under the excuse of ineptitude before passing him off to someone else. It was with trepidation that Remus sat in the examination room now, a torn shirtsleeve serving as a compress for the deep, evenly spaced gashes that marred the skin of his forearm. If he could get one who didn't despise him, Remus would consider it a good day.