April 19th, 1894 - Hogsmeade Hospital
Bram was starting to get a little frustrated by the slow progress with his injury. There was progress, but it was minimal and as a man whose whole job was solving puzzles, it was aggravating when they couldn't figure out why his leg wasn't healing completely. The wounds were closing, but should have been a scar by now. There had to have been something on the rope he'd gotten tangled up in trying to keep his colleague from getting crushed, some potion or jinx that made it worse than it should have been, but he hadn't been able to figure it yet, even with the pretty Potion and Plant Poisoning healer's help. She seemed just as determined as he was to come up with a solution, so at least he had to have faith in that. He'd been seen by two wards now, his main case being handled in Artifacts, but they hadn't been making much progress, so he'd been sent over to the next department for them to take their turn.
For now she had handed him a new potion to try on it and sent him on his merry way. Bram hobbled through the hospital, sore from being poked and prodded for the better part of an hour. The rope burns that wound around his leg were raw from her cleaning them out again, hoping to rid the wound from any leftover residue, so he was moving extra slow, even with his crutch. By the time he passed the tea room he needed to stop for a break. Maybe he'd head home for the day and send deSpell an owl checking out for the day. His boss had been flexible with his needs while he was healing; it was his idiot son's fault Bram had gotten injured in the first place, and it wasn't often Bram took advantage of the situation, but he was feeling it today.
Deciding to take a break for longer than a couple of moments, he found himself a seat at a small table by the windows and got himself some tea and a snack to give his leg a rest before ambling the rest of the way to the atrium to apparate home. His tea had arrived and he was about to take a bit of the scone he'd asked for when a familiar face entered the tea room. He waved at Howlett just to say hi, sure the healer was busy, but Bram truly forgot just how many people he did know here in Hogsmeade, despite being gone for the better part of the last decade or so.
For now she had handed him a new potion to try on it and sent him on his merry way. Bram hobbled through the hospital, sore from being poked and prodded for the better part of an hour. The rope burns that wound around his leg were raw from her cleaning them out again, hoping to rid the wound from any leftover residue, so he was moving extra slow, even with his crutch. By the time he passed the tea room he needed to stop for a break. Maybe he'd head home for the day and send deSpell an owl checking out for the day. His boss had been flexible with his needs while he was healing; it was his idiot son's fault Bram had gotten injured in the first place, and it wasn't often Bram took advantage of the situation, but he was feeling it today.
Deciding to take a break for longer than a couple of moments, he found himself a seat at a small table by the windows and got himself some tea and a snack to give his leg a rest before ambling the rest of the way to the atrium to apparate home. His tea had arrived and he was about to take a bit of the scone he'd asked for when a familiar face entered the tea room. He waved at Howlett just to say hi, sure the healer was busy, but Bram truly forgot just how many people he did know here in Hogsmeade, despite being gone for the better part of the last decade or so.