Salvatore had had a busy morning. An incident with a goblin trying to put an Incendio in a bottle had led to he and two of his staff being rushed in to see Salvatore when his shift had barely even started. Fortunately the damage had been minor but the youngest of the three had proven to be quote troublesome to deal with. Then there was that Professor Prince from the duel, having paralysed his vocal cords he was looking for expedited healing in order that he could take his classes later in the week. He needed his break. The man walked in to the tearoom with a copy of the BMJ and a newspaper under his arm, hoping for a little respite.

As he walked in he saw a face he recognised. Bram Colson sat across the room taking tea and gave him a polite wave. Salvatore picked up his own teapot and mug and made his way over. He wasn't that hungry today, having the habit that many in the medical world had of grazing between patients. The healer walked across and gestured to take the seat opposite his friend. "Good afternoon, in for the leg again? Any improvements?" Bram had been under treatment for an irrationally long time for this injury caused by who knew what.

Unless Colson protested, Salvatore would take a seat opposite him and pour himself a black tea from the small pot.