As she rounded the corner, Mabel could sense the nervous energy radiating off of the assistant. She was stumbling over her words, and quite pale as she led Mabel towards the injured patient. Fishing through her kit, Mabel pulled out a pepper up potion and handed it to the poor woman. Once they’d reached the man, Mabel could see that he wasn’t a Ministry employee at all, but looked like another person contracted to assist the Ministry in some way. At least that’s what the mediwitch surmised given the man’s lack of Ministry uniform or badge. A smile slid easily onto her face as she received the man’s apologies.

“On the contrary, sir you’re ensuring my day isn’t spent taking inventory of our potion supply closet!” she quipped, kneeling down onto the floor next to him. With a wave of her wand, she cast a basic diagnostic spell and waited for it to calibrate while she reached into her kit. “A basic pain potion for you to take while I figure out if it’s just your hand that’s injured. A doxy bite, wasn’t it?” There was a soft trilling emitting from the diagram hovering above the man, indicating the spell had done its work.

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