Mary had been assigned to the general clinic today. Checkups, people with sick babies, that sort of thing usually, but today that meant a round of checking over the former inmates of Azkaban, the Muggleborns who had been prisoner. Their regularly scheduled checkups were usually on Fridays, and she'd found herself assigned to them today.
It was somewhat strange in a way, to see them now, compared to how they'd been when they'd come out. They were recovering physically, but it was slower progress now compared to the first few weeks. The question now of course was psychological damage, and part of her job was to monitor that and see if they needed to be referred to the appropriate services. It was easier to convince someone to come in to have their weight checked then to make sure they were still holding together. She couldn't say she blamed them.
Today she finished writing in some charts and picked up the next one, looking it over for a moment before going out in the hallway, her long, lime green healer robes sweeping around her.