WHO: Theodore Nott & OTA WHEN: Sunday afternoon WHERE: St Mungo's WHAT: Annoyance and general dissatisfaction. Pain optional. Theo is doing his rotation in the Clinic.
Theo didn't mind getting a weekend shift as much as his fellow StRs, which was probably how he got saddled with them so often. What he did hate, however, was doing his shift entierly in the Ground Floor Clinic instead of on the 2nd Floor where he usually worked. By his count, he'd treated three broken bones, one dislocated joint, four burns, two babies who swallowed something they shouldn't, and about a thousand cases of hypochondria. It was hard to take 'the sniffles' seriously when there were much more serious (and interesting) cases to be treated elsewhere. Especially when most of the people walking into the clinic could be treated with a stiff PepperUp Potion and a bit of backbone.
Theo finished with his last patient (who just had the flu!) and headed toward the front desk, not even looking at the mediwitch stationed there as he reached for the next chart. "So, what catastrophe in the making to do we have next?"