As she re-corked the vials and made sure the labels were in place, Tilda grinned. "Yes, it's MacFusty." she chuckled, "and yes, I do see this quite often, you're correct!" Mostly with Lach and Quill, though her father had also come to her for a few dressings (in addition to swearing her to secrecy) in order to evade the wrath of her mother.

"My whole family rather like to believe they're made of invincible material." she chatted, as she tapped the cart with her wand and sent it on its way to the healer's station. Moving back towards the counter, she took her clipboard and finished scrawling her prescription down. "Nothing like an encounter with a dragon to make you see otherwise." Tilda muttered. She peered over the clipboard at her patient and winced. "Dreadfully sorry about that shirt though," she commented, not being able to disregard the physique of the man in front of her. She chalked it up to her healer's eye and making absolute sure Mr. Scamander wouldn't suddenly collapse in front of her in a pile of clothes.

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