"Eight and one-half, Elliott with two l's and two t's. I could have sworn you would have been due for Hogwarts soon." Jack winked at him, showing the chart for inspection.

"And Mrs. Rowle, I always feel it's inappropriate to say 'lovely to meet you' under such circumstance, but never know quite what else to say." He passed her another smile as he pulled his tray over with the suture supplies. "My son, Emerson, just one m, unfortunately, just went to Hogwarts this year." Jack continued by way of keeping up with the distractions. "I'll have to tell him about your brave battle with the clabbert."

Jack scooped a little numbing cream out with a spatula. "This will make your hand a little tingly, but this way you won't feel the stitches." Explaining as he went was usually his mode of operation, unless the patient said otherwise. "You let me know when it goes all cold and we'll get started. Shouldn't take too long."