Sarah sighed wearily as she trudged down the hospital's long corridor. She'd been on shift for what seemed like forever and she had only covered about half of the patients she was scheduled to see on her rounds today. She'd been suspecting for awhile that the healer in charge of the trainees rotations had taken a dislike to her. Of course, she only had a nagging suspicion and her overabundance of double-shift days to back up her theory, but she wasn't dissuaded.
Smothering a yawn, she pulled her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She grabbed her next patient's chart and opened the door to the examination room at the same time. She'd not even gotten a chance to glance at the name on the top of the parchment before walking in. If she had, she would have avoided nearly biting her tongue when she saw who was waiting in the room for her.
"Percy?!" she half-yelped. Double checking the chart, she saw that her patient was, indeed, one Percy Weasley. "Percy. How...how are you?" Given that he was in to see the Healer, that was probably a bit of a silly question, but it had already been shocked out of her mouth. He was practically the last person she'd ever expected to have as a patient.