Wrapping up for the day, Harper jotted down a few more notes on a parchment for the intern before laying down his quill and sighing. It had been a rather long day. Not a tough one. Far from it - indeed, today was one of the easiest he had ever had at Hogsmeade Hospital as he had only dealt with two patients all day. The first in the morning who really only needed to be reminded not to point a wand towards a mirror, and the last came in just minutes before he was due to finish but was cleared up with a simple counter charm. Why the medi-wizards couldn't have dealt with that was frankly beyond him. At least it was something to do however.

As his stomach rumbled, Harper chuckled softly to himself. It was almost as if he had trained his stomach to expect something from Philip's store around this time of the early evening. Not that Harper was complaining, Philip was a dear friend and an excellent cook who never complained about Harper's constant grazing. With any luck Philip would be in the back room and wouldn't be surprised by a sudden apparition into the store.

As Harper vanished from the hospital and appeared in the back room of Sweet Delights, Harper went to open his mouth and say hello but before he could he spotted the fresh pie on the countertop screaming 'eat me', which Harper was loathe to refuse. Ignoring everything else around him, he reached right for a nearby fork and mangled the edge of the crust noisily. The smell was divine - chicken if he wasn't mistaken, though he preferred turkey. Finally he remembered some manners and said to Philip, wherever he happened to be in the shop "I might just have a sliver of this pie here if that's alright Phil. Smells rather delicious!"