Finlay was running late, as per usual. He'd spent far too long in his greenhouse cultivating what he hoped would be a new species of fire-retardant rose bushes - a new bud had sprouted and he had lost time whilst examining it. He had cleaned off, shoved his healer robes on and floo'd clumsily to his floor. Unaware that he still had dirt in several places on his face - including the tip of his nose - he'd had to halt his brisk stride when he nearly trampled a fellow healer sprawled upon the floor.

"Er... do you need some help, miss?" He asked as he took in the scene - snacks scattered all over the floor, the cleaning cart askew, her tiny feet visible from beneath her healer robes. Without waiting for a response, he reached for his wand. And then promptly and horrifically discovered that he had forgotten it on the desk in his greenhouse. His knees cracked as he bent down and began scooping up the snacks with his hands, "I'd have these all collected sooner, only I um.. I seem to have misplaced my wand." What kind of a healer didn't bring his wand to work with him? Some help he'd be! Now he'd have to have a rather embarrassing conversation with the head healer and floo back home to retrieve it.