"Well, truth be told it was not in actuality that bad. Just absolutely mundane." Taking the firewhiskey off Philip, he poured them both a glass. "Just two patients all day long, who really only needed the most simple of counter-charms or just time at home to recover. Surely the medi-wizards could have dealt with such a simple problem." Taking his glass of firewhiskey he downed the majority of it in one fell swoop. "Surely we could devise a better system where if a healer is not needed they can pop off home and apparate back in when actually needed to do something they are actually needed for."

Harper then finally noticed the tone of his voice and paused, looking over Philip. Here he was eating a pie presumably made for him, drinking Philip's firewhiskey, and needling for dessert as well. And he hadn't even asked Philip how he was doing today. That was a bit ungrateful of him considering how good a friend Philip is. "But enough about me." he said hurriedly, waving his fork in the air in front of his face, "How was your day Phil? As busy as the weekend?"