Morag shook her head, still not believing that Percy had taken up with Parkinson, of all people. She still rolled her eyes at the idea of there being more to the woman than met the eye. It was a given, with so many men entranced by her, she supposed, but it was still bloody annoying!
Making a face, she sighed. 'I suspect that she works her charm more on men,' she mumbled. 'She'd much rather have Antonin eating out of her palm than notice his wife is around.'
Morag shook her head. 'Not as healer,' she said. 'I just thought he would have a better chance at recommending the best person if he knew more of the facts. Someone who specializes in injuries from Dark curses, someone who deals with the damage from the Cruciatis.... Antonin knows he isn't a healer. He can handle battle injuries if they aren't too severe, of course, but even I can do that, although to a lesser extent.'
Morag nodded. 'If it has to do with the baby or me, tell him what you find out. Otherwise, come to me,' she told him. 'Of course, we don't have to tell him we set that up in advance. Let's not make things too easy on him. He needs to stay on his toes.'