Percy nodded and placed the telescope where she'd instructed. "You have others?" he asked, screwing up his brow. It hurt a little, so he forced himself to relax. "That is, not telescopes, I suppose, but..." But he wondered how many artifacts had been created by his brothers. As he dropped the telescope in, he peered around for any magenta packaging. "But out of curiosity," he finally said, "how many things in that sack are Fred and George responsible for?"
He waved a hand when she apologized. He shouldn't complain. The Ministry was having staff issues too, even if they were of a different sort. His own work load had doubled; he knew what it was like.
"I understand," he said. "It's like that at a lot of places, because of...everything." He couldn't even say it without a hint of doom. "Take care of your urgent cases first. I understand priorities, even if it does leave me at the bottom of the barrel." He smiled thinly.
Healer Jones had a delicate touch, he was pleased to note, though the salve was rather...pungent. "It's tingling," he confirmed, eyelid twitching a bit. He dug his fingers into the cot in an effort to keep them away from his face. Funny how situations like these were the time that tickling sensations and itches cropped up.
"Thank Merlin for them," said Percy, "as long as you can find what you're looking for. It's when things get listed by synonyms when the research gets troublesome."
He was somewhat dubious that she'd not read the text before - that was what he'd been hoping she might say - but a little bit of research was good. Besides, if she was a Healer, she had to be somewhat accomplished.