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erniedtmac (erniedtmac) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Ernie had been all set for a nice lie-in in his flat, taking advantage of what was supposed to be a day off, when he'd gotten a floo call from a frantic healer he often traded shifts with. The man's wife had gone into labour and he needed Ernie to take on a home visit for him, which normally wasn't something he did, but he owed Wesley for that time he took over for for him when he'd woken up in an inconvenient situation after a night out drinking (okay, he had a few in his history, but this one had been pretty embarrassing and had meant Ernie'd had to call out of work at the last minute). Wesley had been so frantic that he didn't even have the patient's file on him, merely said it was a quidditch injury, gave him the address, then left the floo because the midwife had arrived.

These were the days of Ernie's life.

And so it was that he was knocking at the patient's door, only just managing to prevent a full-mouthed yawn when the door opens and there before him was a rather magnificent specimen of male wearing nothing but a pair of pants.

Ernie was going to thank Wesley the next time he saw him. He quickly cleared his throat and did his best to put on his most professional demeanour. "No, I'm not Wesley," he replied with a smile. "I'm Healer Ernie MacMillan. Wesley couldn't make it and asked me to come by for him. You had an appointment this morning?"

As he did his best to focus on the man's face, there was a niggling sense at the back of his mind that he'd met this man before.