"Just because I went here doesn't mean I know her either," Bob said, rolling his eyes as he inched closer. For one, he was pretty sure Williams attended Hogwarts after his time. For another, though she'd been an apprentice at St. Mungo's while he'd still been working there, she'd been training as a mind healer, most of whom tend to stick to the fourth floor—ward 49 in particular—while Bob had preferred the domain of the emergency room.
"And you are a married adult man stuck in a teenage body. There is no reason for you to fear teenage girls. Besides which, teen girls are just as afraid of boys their age as vice-versa, and you have the ability to deduct house points and assign detention." Not that Lazzara could pull that with Williams unless she'd lost her memory, which, if she had, would make her absolutely useless insofar as soothing Lazzara's panic. At the same time, the prospect of the mind healer being assigned detention and actually having her believe she had to serve it was definitely appealing in Bob's mind. "As your primary healer, I really must recommend that you see Healer Williams as soon as possible," Bob concluded gravely.