"Perhaps its not so much my status, as it is that I plain don't like sick," she grimaced. "When I was small, it made me cry, when I would throw up, and to be honest, I usually still cry when I'm really sick and feeling miserable. I just hate it." She smirked. "Do you think the little worm knows we've been talking about him? Or is he the type who assumes beautiful women are always talking about him, like they have nothing better to do?"
She frowned. "Yeah, okay, we have been talking about him, but not the way he'd like to think, right?"
"Different, in that you probably have a policy against dating patients in the first place, and even if you don't, I just threw up in front of you, thereby eliminating any romantic interest you might have been able to muster up," she laughed. "Oh, and I'm sort of semi seeing someone, but she refuses to make it official, so I'm not too worried about that." Lies. She was super worried about that, but there was no need for Anabel to know that.
Oh well. Even if this didn't pan out romantically (and it would be a shame if she didn't at least get to see this woman naked, because wow), it would be nice to have a new friend. Especially since Pansy sold out and married Corner. It was so lovely to be able to mock the Weasleys at will. They did ask for it, with everything they did and everything they were.
"I wish you would," Delaney said earnestly, referring to the investment idea. "I've spent a total of what, fifteen minutes in your company and I already have an idea of the calibre of Healer you are - and the calibre of person you are. Just the way you rescued me from Brunning is one hell of a recommendation in and of itself. If you're interested, I can start the ball rolling this week. Find a space, talk to another couple of Healers, talk to a lawyer... this could be a happening thing. I'm grateful for what you've done for me, Anabel. I don't want to see you languishing away in this dump when you're worth so much more."