11th June, 1891 — Offices of The Doctors Pomfrey, Diagon Alley
Wystan Pomfrey
Wystan Pomfrey
One nosebleed and a Witch Weekly comment later, and Jemima was utterly convinced she was going to die.
She hadn’t thought she was diseased, or anything, but since the rather damning remark about dragon pox, Jemima had been paying far better attention to her symptoms, which, since the Coming Out Ball had included: restless sleep, especially the night before a ball; spells of faintness and dizziness, which had nothing to do with it being summer, she was sure; a pimple on her forehead, which might well be the first sign of pox; heart palpitations whenever she talked to strangers; and, well, her anxiety was through the roof.
And she had made Jacob give her a once-over but he didn’t seem to think she was consumptive at all, but he only specialised in Spell Damage and might have missed something, so she had convinced her mother to take her to the Pomfrey doctors’ offices to be thoroughly checked out.
(And if she was getting to do a little bit of checking out of her own, that was nothing at all to do with the fact that this doctor was much prettier a sight than the nurse had been. Nothing at all.)
Jemima did frown slightly at the apparent outcome, though, of Dr. Pomfrey’s brief examinations. “Are you quite sure there’s - nothing wrong with me?” she echoed, chewing a little on her bottom lip. She just - did not want to prove the magazine right and drop dead of some disorder she hadn’t even noticed she possessed, before her first season was even halfway through!
She hadn’t thought she was diseased, or anything, but since the rather damning remark about dragon pox, Jemima had been paying far better attention to her symptoms, which, since the Coming Out Ball had included: restless sleep, especially the night before a ball; spells of faintness and dizziness, which had nothing to do with it being summer, she was sure; a pimple on her forehead, which might well be the first sign of pox; heart palpitations whenever she talked to strangers; and, well, her anxiety was through the roof.
And she had made Jacob give her a once-over but he didn’t seem to think she was consumptive at all, but he only specialised in Spell Damage and might have missed something, so she had convinced her mother to take her to the Pomfrey doctors’ offices to be thoroughly checked out.
(And if she was getting to do a little bit of checking out of her own, that was nothing at all to do with the fact that this doctor was much prettier a sight than the nurse had been. Nothing at all.)
Jemima did frown slightly at the apparent outcome, though, of Dr. Pomfrey’s brief examinations. “Are you quite sure there’s - nothing wrong with me?” she echoed, chewing a little on her bottom lip. She just - did not want to prove the magazine right and drop dead of some disorder she hadn’t even noticed she possessed, before her first season was even halfway through!
