"Skeeter?" Huh. Dean wouldn't have figured that. "You'd do a better job, I bet. I mean if you told the truth even one out of ten times you'd be a step up on Skeeter." Of course then they might not sell as many papers. Muggle and Wizarding news weren't that different from what Dean knew - both of them played things up to sell papers or get people watching the news and whatnot. The Wizarding world was just smaller - and Dean knew the people they were talking about, sometimes. So it was more personal, and he knew enough to know it was full of crap.
"I'd never make the NEWT requirements for a Mediwizard, I don't think. Plus I think I'd get freaked out, being around people who splinched themselves or were sick all the time." Dean smiled at Drew. "People stuck in Mungo's or the like would probably like having someone happy helping them out. Doctors - healers - are usually a sour lot. Maybe you could work with kids or something. Charm their hair bright yellow to make them laugh before you have to give them a shot." If wizards even did shots. Dean hadn't dealt with mediwizards much outside of Pomfrey.