Re: Anthony
"Well see how we go eh?" Renwick said, flourishing his wand. The chair Anthony was sitting in began to recline back until it was a flat bed. Renwick pulled on a pair of latex gloves and charmed a leather belt up around the top of Anthony's arm, tightening to a slight discomfort.
"Sharp scratch comin'," He warmed. Businesslike and methodical, Renwick lifted a syringe and after a few seconds eyeing the rising veins in the crook of Anthony's arm, plunged the needle into his skin. He took three test tubes of blood and sealed them carefully. The wound left by the needle was healed with the tip of his wand.
"Right. Now that's out the way," He said, slapping his hands together, "I'll need ya to take off your shirt and turn over to lay on your belly. Going on what you said, it sounds like the virus might'a disrupted your chakras, causing a build up of magic that you can't access. Sort of like a kink in a hose. I'm goin' to...unkink you."