Hannibal was rather glad his first day at work had a slow start. There was a lot to adjust to. He was aware of the war that happened a couple of decades ago, but underestimated the aftershock and how it was still influencing the magical world. While walking through the hallways, the healer had encountered a few students with the same scared and weary eyes, that reminded him too much of his childhood time he had spent in the orphanage in the middle of war-torn Lithuania. He had a lot of work to do in this school.
The healer finished cleaning up the examination table after having treated a first grader with a minor potion's accident. A patient's sheet had appeared on his desk a couple of minutes ago. Hannibal picked it up and gave it a brief glance, then looked at it again, brows slightly raised.
A minute later, Hannibal glanced into the waiting room. The young man's eyes were closed. Hannibal assumed it was in order to try and calm himself down but with poor results, considering his very tense posture. „Mister Barnes?“ He called to get his attention. „Good afternoon. I am Healer Lecter.“ He gestured towards the hallway. „Please, follow me.“