Derek had about marked out his trek from Hogsmeade to Gringotts by now, having been called on multiple different caseloads when the St. Mungo’s Branch was overflowing. And especially now with the Laughing Plague rampant, the medi-healer units were stretched thin as ever. Derek himself had been fortunate enough to escape the Plague’s clutches, but he worried it was only a matter of time. The echoes of his sibling’s laughter played on a loop inside his head, causing sleepless nights and dark circles to stamp themselves under his eyes. Nevertheless, work was work, and he had to provide for his family. Adam, Eliza and Isabeau were all out which left him, Edith and Jack to work in shifts.

It was a long year that the healer wished was over already.

Derek was still yawning as he approached the large doors of the bank in Diagon Alley, wondering who his patient was. He greeted the goblin standing at the entrance with what little Gobbledegook he knew before being led towards his patients.

As soon as he spied who the first one was, he couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter. The shock of copper-red hair was enough to let him know how the next few minutes would go. “Well, well, well,” He greeted as he made his way over to Lissington. “What’ve you gotten yourself into this time then, Grumpy Goose?”

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