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[occluminous]

Healer Song's first appointment with Sherlock, as ordered by Ms. Fish, was spent entirely with Sherlock napping in Healer Song's locked office with its spare cot and Healer Song elsewhere fiddling with his sun-drying herbs and checking his bandage inventory and fixing a broken ankle.

Ms. Fish, however, seems to think that as long as Sherlock continues to behave as though he's a he, he should meet regularly with Healer Song.

It is now his second such appointment.

Comments

[nobodyelse]

Sherlock enters Healer Song's office, and sits down, and says nothing.

[alicornucopia]

"Hello, Sherlock," says Healer Song. "I rather suspect Ms. Fish will check on me if I just clear out and let you catch up on sleep again. And I like my job and there's no such thing as tenure for me. So as long as we're here, is there anything you'd like to talk about, or shall I read a magazine?"

[nobodyelse]

Sherlock regards Healer Song with mild suspicion. But considering what he has gathered from their previous interactions, it is only mild suspicion.

"You do not then regard me as the victim of some unfortunate magical accident?"

[alicornucopia]

"Not as far as I know," says Healer Song pleasantly. "I've never heard of magic that could do it, and on the other hand it's often naturally occurring."

[nobodyelse]

"Yes, so I've heard," he says. It's possible there may be a hint of humour to it, and then again there may not.

[alicornucopia]

"I do regret to inform you that most of the Muggle methods of addressing things will be of no use in a wizard metabolism," says Healer Song quietly. "But perhaps you've already done your own research; as I said, or perhaps merely implied, the reason for this appointment having been made is farcical, so if you don't need to ask any questions, I can see what the Los Angeles Quodpot scene is up to."

[nobodyelse]

"Are there wizard methods?"

[alicornucopia]

"In a word," says Song, "no. I could go into more detail, but ultimately - no."

[nobodyelse]

"Well, that's not as surprising as I'd like it to be," says Sherlock.

[alicornucopia]

Song spreads his hands. "I'm sorry," he sighs.

[nobodyelse]

"It is not your fault," he says. "Unless it is, in which case I am very upset with you."

[alicornucopia]

Healer Song laughs. "I admit nothing."

[nobodyelse]

Sherlock giggles.

[alicornucopia]

Healer Song smiles back.

[nobodyelse]

"Read your magazine, then," he says. "Next time I will bring a book."

[alicornucopia]

"Very well," says Healer Song, and he picks up his magazine from the desk. "I have a handful of books about but I don't know that they'll interest you. You're welcome to them for the duration, in any case."

[nobodyelse]

"It can't hurt to try one, can it?"

[alicornucopia]

"Some people find illustrated medical texts distressing. I'd skip the section on dermatological ailments and their corresponding spells and potions."

[nobodyelse]

Sherlock laughs.

[alicornucopia]

Song winks, and reads his copy of Wizard Sports Monthly.

[nobodyelse]

Sherlock, of course, now that the challenge has been put before him, reads an illustrated medical text.

[alicornucopia]

Healer Song raises an eyebrow at his choice of material but makes no comment.

[nobodyelse]

He actually finds it more fascinating than he expected.

[alicornucopia]

That will pass this hour rather effectively, then, won't it.

[nobodyelse]

Yes it will! He may need to be reminded when the hour has passed.