A Sunday Afternoon in November
The routine of working at St. Mungos made him less focused on the classes he was taking at Hogwarts. His only focus was his research interests into magic of the mind, studying for NEWTs, and doing good at this internship. As the reality was he’d decided he was either going to become a Healer or his grades likely wouldn’t manner as he didn’t see himself in the Ministry or anywhere else that would care.
As he looked around St. Mungos he realized how little grades likely mannered in the wizarding world with things like who you knew and the reputation of ones family being more important.
Thankfully, there were places like St. Mungos in the wizarding world were when it came to a medical issue at least everyone was treated equally - or so he thought. He saw a pair of guys just a bit older than him being rushed to a room with shocked questions coming out of the other healers mouths questioning how this could have happened with a gobstone.
“ It exploded and hit me “ said one of the patients whose eyes were scrunched shut with bubbling spots on his skin. Then the other man said
“ Like I just told those healers that ran out and told you to clean him up. I got a new set of gobstones and it was our first game. “Tigran looked at the guy with the spots of bubbling skin and said
“ I’m guessing the lines on the arms are where you tried to Wipe it and it spread? We are going to need to get a sample of it. “ Then he grabbed a metal tool realizing he might have to scrape off a sample off one of the small splotches of skin that the man had bubbling.
All he could do was look at Dylan and hope the more experienced healer had a better idea.