Without magic, work became more tiring to Clifford, and all the new hospital staff from London didn’t help, they only added to this disruption of Clifford’s routine. Nice, predictable, and relatively safe routine. Now - after a particularly wearisome shift - he was walking home. Some complained about not being able to apparate, but for Clifford it made no difference - he knew as a healer how good fresh air was for one’s health, so he mostly walked in Hogsmeade. Unless it was sunny, of course, as the sun was known to be harmful.
This time, however, the sun didn’t matter much, as barely any light could pierce the thick fog that rolled over all of Hogsmeade. Clifford didn’t mind the visibility problem, as he knew the way from home to hospital perfectly, walking it every day. So he thought about tea that awaited him home, his legs moving on autopilot, when suddenly a sound of falling body brought him back to his senses.
Could it be that creatures from the Forbidden Forest used the fog as cover to attack Hogsmeade residents? If so, it was exactly Clifford’s specialization to help those poor souls. Worried, he trotted to the source of the sound. What he found was a girl lying on the street, seemingly unconscious. Clifford even recognized her as one of the carnies who stayed at Hogsmeade Hospital for caranthine. Could it be that Magical Bugs Department missed an illness, as they were short on magic?
Despite the fear of infection, Clifford stayed with the girl, placing his bag under her head and checking her pulse. She was alive and regaining consciousness, so Clifford tapped her on the cheek and asked, “Miss! Can you hear me?”
This time, however, the sun didn’t matter much, as barely any light could pierce the thick fog that rolled over all of Hogsmeade. Clifford didn’t mind the visibility problem, as he knew the way from home to hospital perfectly, walking it every day. So he thought about tea that awaited him home, his legs moving on autopilot, when suddenly a sound of falling body brought him back to his senses.
Could it be that creatures from the Forbidden Forest used the fog as cover to attack Hogsmeade residents? If so, it was exactly Clifford’s specialization to help those poor souls. Worried, he trotted to the source of the sound. What he found was a girl lying on the street, seemingly unconscious. Clifford even recognized her as one of the carnies who stayed at Hogsmeade Hospital for caranthine. Could it be that Magical Bugs Department missed an illness, as they were short on magic?
Despite the fear of infection, Clifford stayed with the girl, placing his bag under her head and checking her pulse. She was alive and regaining consciousness, so Clifford tapped her on the cheek and asked, “Miss! Can you hear me?”