The name was familiar too, maybe a professional quidditch player? Ernie wasn't a big sports fan, though he had a thorough appreciation for the athletes. "Please, call me Ernie, most of my patients do," he said as he was led up the flight of stairs. He took a moment to enjoy the view as they went up, biting his lip as a number of completely non-healing thoughts went through his mind, which honestly couldn't be helped as he was face to backside with a nicely well-toned derriere. Come on, Ern, be professional.
"Yeah, his wife went into labour and he was in a bit of a rush, didn't even have your file on-hand to give me, so you'll have to forgive me for not being completely apprised of your case history. Why don't we start with a diagnostic spell and go from there." He took out his wand and held it ready, but did not cast yet. He never cast a spell on a patient without their consent. "Is that all right with you?"