Well, Hogsmeade was certainly keeping her on her toes!

After hearing of a troll attack, of which the gravely injured patients were sent on the train to St. Mungo's, Nathalie, who was supposed to be taking a nap somewhere in a loaned office for a few minutes of rest, pulled herself out at the commotion. She'd already proven adept at basic muggle medical care, setting bones, stitches, treating mild illnesses thanks to some tips from a long ago friend, and so despite her fatigue, she offered to tackle a patient who had been tackled at some point during the troll attack.

Brushing her wild hair from her face, Nat pulled the curtain back from an occupied bed in the emergency services wing to find a pretty young brunette sitting there. She'd lost Mr. Wentworth around somewhere, though thankfully he was also proving very capable throughout their tenure in Hogsmeade. He would get a high recommendation from her when his promotion time was up. "Miss? I'm Nathalie," Nat had a tendency to introduce herself by her first name, for comfort's sake, especially to other women. "Were you involved in the troll attack?" Nat was about to close the curtain behind her when she met resistance in doing so.

"Oh, Mr. Goyle, was there something I could help you with?"