It wasn't often that Sage was tasked with triaging the emergency rooms, but today they were short-staffed and she had to no qualms about helping out. It was the same work, just in a different setting. People came to her instead of her going to them. Thus far she had seen a young gent who had fallen from a horse; a woman who was clearly pregnant and in need of the services of a midwife, not a mediwitch; and a child with a marble stuck up his nose. Only one thing, a poisoning, by her estimation, had to be sent on to the proper ward.

"Ah, Mr. Greengrass, I suppose I should not expect anything else from someone in your line of work." If she remembered correctly anyway. They had been just a year apart in school, but she had only completed OWLs and so she obviously did not know him well. Still, she thought he often did some contract work for the hospital every now and again. "Was it from the fire or from a liquid?" That would determine how she treated the burns.