Stephen snorted. "I still think that you don't need so many and inventive ways to kill someone, even if it does keep me busy. I wouldn't be able to head my own specialisation if the Potters didn't keep getting hexed."
He chuckled. "I see that you too have come to the same conclusion. Rather fortunate for us. I've seen Moody walking around, looking like he's ready to bite someone's head off. If this goes on for as long as it did with James, I fear that he'll kill everyone instead of Voldemort."
He smiled. "Whatever it is, she did a good job, and she's still alive. He is a teenager, fortunately. Considering that I'm the foremost expert in the Dark Arts at St. Mungo's and I know very little, I'd rather not deal with some of his more creative hexes." He put his quill down and clapped. "Well, congratulations on that cure. Now, I just have to ensure that she doesn't bleed out and then we're safe from Moody."