“If he catches you on the way out, he will,” she quipped back, remembering the many run ins others had with that particular person. “Though I do have to say that just about anyone is so very far out of his league.” Off the top of her head she couldn’t even think of anyone who would be suitable for him in the least. Well, perhaps certain people of poor blood standing, but even then that was pushing it.
Moving the folder in her lap into a better position Anabel looked up at Delaney and smirked, inclining her head in agreement. “And if that is what it turns out to be then you’ll have the necessary medical work to back up your claim.” Her nose crinkled just slightly when she mentioned she’d been thinking the food was good before this happened. “I don’t think I could even bring myself to go into a restaurant with a name like that let alone eat anything from it.” But Anabel knew that she was picky though she felt she was justified in being so.
As the answers were given Anabel dutifully wrote them down, continuing to skip the ones she thought weren’t pertinent. Seriously? Was she sexually active? While asking that question could have opened up a number of things to say and ideas, Anabel really didn’t think she needed to ask. Where did they get these questions from? Muggles?
“I’d say that as long as we get the nausea under control you have a fair chance of playing again,” Anabel replied back, keeping a straight face. “So you have a choice, and they tell me I have to give it to you, I can either run a few scans on you or I can go barbaric and draw blood for a work up to be done. Which, by the way, takes a lot longer than the scans and is definitely more annoying.” She didn’t know why they had to placate those that had grown up in the muggle world. They were here now. Conform.