Zach had to read the note through a few times, having been utterly wrongfooted with the mention of Gillywump-Sniffwistle Syndrome, and the fact that he'd gotten only a few hours sleep after Debi's false alarm.
He glanced into their bedroom at his still-sleeping wife and sighed. She'd been down when they'd come home from St. Mungo's, but the Nutella, at least, had helped.
Refocusing his attention on the matter at hand, Zach pulled out quill and parchment and dashed off a reply to Luna.
Luna,
I'd be happy to see Neville, of course. Normally I'd shy away from anyone but the patient making an appointment, but as I'm also a man, I realise that it's not in our nature to admit we actually need a Healer.
My Friday is fairly open, we've a new Healer on the Urgent ward and he and Hawkins should be able to mind the store while I dig around Neville's innards to see what's making him lose whatever he puts into him. I'll be sure to run a comprehensive set of tests and leave no earlobe uninvestigated.
Shove him through Have him here around 2ish on Friday then?
We'll get to the bottom of this, Luna. I'll see to it.