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As a healer there were a lot of people that passed through Immy's life. She wished she could recall them all but usually name were lost to her, however ailments were not. It was usually how she identified her patients. Rashy man, dragon pox lady, overly -excited couple mistaking super glue for lube ... the list went on. Then there were people outside of her hospital life. She didn't meet many people in passing but when she did she tried to make an effort to remember them so it was kind of bugging her that she couldn't recall who the handsome guy by the pool was. She didn't recall him being a patient and he wasn't someone she knew outside of the hospital, so where did she know him from? The beautiful blonde wasn't familiar in the slightest which made Immy a little more comfortable because she was family certain she wasn't introducing herself to someone she'd already met, but this guy? Was she introducing herself to someone she'd already introduced herself to?

He introduced himself and realisation spread over Immy's face, her brown lifting as understanding swept over her. She did recognise him from the hospital but not because he'd been a patient but because he'd brought his daughter in. She smiled and shook his hand in return, "Of course. I should have known." She said with a bit of a chuckle while the lovely blonde made space for her, "Oh thank you, you didn't have to." She said, looking about and grabbing a chair from nearby (missing the spectacular pool splash), pulling it over and parking herself between Freya and Dorian where Freya had made the space, also curious as to how Dorian's daughter's hair had faired in the time since she'd seen her. Hopefully her little blonde curls were back to normal and with any luck there were no more magical outbursts! Kids that young that were aware of their powers were usually quite a bit of a handful!

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert and Freya Isis Fawley and all!
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Im waited patiently and then spotted Leo popping his head around the corner from outside. She smiled and straightened herself up a little, pleased she'd got the right house and that she wasn't imposing on some poor, unsuspecting family, sitting down, having their Easter Sunday lunch or something. Leo called out and Immy looked about the home, really taking it in because damn! The place was gorgeous. He had a chandelier and Immy wasn't sure why that surprised her because looking at the house it looked like the kind of place that would have had multiple chandeliers all over the place. Still Immy tried not to look like she was snooping too much, she looked back to Leo who asked if she knew Jasper. She did not know a Jasper, although as the guy came in from outside Immy felt as though he looked familiar. She was fairly certain he wasn't a patient but she felt as though she recognised him through work somehow. Well if he was a friend of Leo's then she was sure he'd be decent enough and she didn't mind being seen in by him.

The guy coming to greet her barely got two words out before he took a bit of a tumble, falling up the stairs and doing some kind of weird twist with his body. It all happened far too fast for Immy to register that something was happening but she gasped as she heard his head connect with the floor. It sounded shocking but Immy pulled out her wand and approached Jasper although he was trying to get himself up already. "Try not to move," She told him, then looked towards the back door, "Leo!" She called. Immy looked back to Jasper and saw a gash on his face. "Hold still." She told him before she flicked her wand, healing the cut along the side of his face slowly. He was going to need checking over for a concussion and possibly a dislocated shoulder looking at how he'd landed but at least she'd been able to clear the cut off his head for starters.

Tag: Leonardo Valerio Zabini and Jasper Ignatius Flint and all!
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Life as a Healer was a little unpredictable. There were the strange hours, the strange cases and the strange patients, and that was just the start of it all. Fellow staff could occasionally be inconsiderate while others could be flat out rude. Immy wasn't exactly someone that would let people walk all over her but she did put up with a lot more than the regular witch or wizard might, today's example came from a healer that wanted to be out the door on time and couldn't be bothered with another case. He palmed it off on Immy who acted more than happy to help a fellow Healer out but deep down knew her colleague was taking advantage of her kinder nature. She was keeping track, though, and if this became a regular thing, as in happened again, then she would be putting her foot down on the matter. There was helping someone out and then there was being walked over. Immy wasn't going to let herself be walked over but she would give her colleague the chance to get out on time, even if it meant her missing the start of Leo's barbeque, but he'd understand because he'd been where she was.

Finally clocking out and knowing her patient was in good hands and in a stable condition, Immy headed to the change room. She didn't have time to head home and change and if she did then there was the chance she'd just crash on her sofa and not go at all. Again, Leo would understand if she'd done that but this was the first out of work thing he'd invited her to at his home, mixing with more than just people from work that she already knew. Immy wasn't sure if she'd know anyone at Leo's place today but she got ready and she was looking forward to doing a bit of mingling and maybe making a new friend or two. What harm could it do?

Leaving the hospital Immy summoned the Knight Bus. She'd never been to Leo's place before so had no idea what it looked like which meant no apparating. She had no desire to travel by floo and get her clothes all dirty and she certainly didn't want soot all in her hair. She hadn't set up a portkey because she hadn't known what time she'd be leaving work (she never finished on time) and so the Knight Bus was the only plausible solution left. Unfortunately. Immy found herself tossed about this way and that as the chairs slid across the lower floor of the bus. A few times Immy passed under the chandelier that dangled from the far top of the bus and swayed rather precariously as they went round corners and as the bus squeezed to fit between cars. The muggle world was very busy.

Eventually the bus pulled up at the end of the driveway and Immy gladly got off, relieved that the journey was over and wishing that she'd taken something beforehand for the nausea. She sighed and smoothed her white tee shirt over her flat belly, partially in order to straighten it out a little but mostly to settle her nerves after such a journey. She made her way down the driveway and was in absolute awe at Leo’s home. She wondered if she’d got the right place but she could hear chatter, music and smell the smells of a barbeque. She felt like she was in the right place but there were probably plenty of people having barbecues today, celebrating Easter and what was probably going to be short-lived good weather.

Immy came up to the front door, which was slightly ajar, and knocked. “Hellooo?” She called, letting herself in and seeing straight through to the back where people seemed to be enjoying herself, she took a breath and started walking to where the people were having a grand ol’ time. She couldn’t see Leo so she really hoped she had the right place and wasn’t barging in on anyone’s Easter celebrations uninvited. If she was then she’d offer apology after apology and back out as quickly as possible. She hoped Leo was just out of sight around the other side of the wall or off in the kitchen or something simple, because if she had crashed some family’s Easter, she was going to be super embarrassed.

Tag: Leonardo Valerio Zabini
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Immy thought that Ariel was handling the situation tremendously at the moment. A lot of kids she got to treat were usually in fits of tears and it was near impossible to help them in smooth and easy way. Ariel was unsettled but she was unwell so it was to be expected. She was certainly a daddy's girl as she snuggled in against him. "I'm glad to hear it." She said with a smile, hoping this would run smoothly. Immy readied the medicine while Dorian readied Ariel. He managed so sweetly given it was a worrying situation and she was such a tiny human being. It was clear to Immy that this was his first child, he had that worry that parents with other children had lost after their first. Once Immy had the pink syringe ready with potion she double checked the dosage and crouched down in front of Ariel. "Ariel, I've got this very yummy medicine for you." She told the toddler, "It tastes like yummy, yummy sweeties and I promise it will make you feel better very soon." Immy pulled out her wand and created a kaleidoscope of different coloured butterflies that weren't close enough to startle little Ariel, it was amazing how many toddlers were frightful of their fast flapping, despite being such a small and delicate creature.

While Ariel was distracted Immy eased the syringe into Ariel's mouth and trickled the medicine into her mouth. The little darling looked to Immy but took the potion, enjoying its taste. Once the syringe was empty, Immy stood and looked at her watch. Any second now she'd have a little steam coming from her ears that would only last a little while, but would let them know that the potion was starting to work. The butterflies made what looked like a tornado of colour and then the steam started. Immy sighed in relief. "That's it! You're free to head home." She smiled, grabbing a new syringe and the remaining pepperup potion. "If her symptoms are back tomorrow you can give Ariel the remainder of the vial. It tastes like sweet berries so there's usually not an issue in getting the little ones to take it again." She reassured Dorian, placing the potion and the syringe in a white paper bag. Soon Ariel would be feeling much better and both she and her daddy would be able to get some much needed rest.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert !
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Really it was all a bit much for someone so young to understand that what was going on was for her own good. Immy knew she was nothing but a stranger to this littler girl and so she hoped to make her experience with St Mungo's a positive one. Lots of talking and reassuring from her dad would help a lot and Immy would keep a calm and cheery demeanour. Hugs were especially good, from dad, not Im, but sometimes it was just hard for a kid to find comfort, especially in strange surroundings when there something the matter. Immy empathised with both the kids and the parents when little ones had to make a trip to the hospital. It was never easy seeing someone so small go through anything even remotely unsettling and kids were learning that their bodies weren't invincible. Someone as young as Ariel, however, probably didn't even realise there was anything going on. She might have felt a little off but she wasn't able to express her discomfort in the same way an adult might which could be frustrating all on its own, so to have that while feeling under the weather was really quite a lot for a little one to handle.

"Mmm." She said in response to Dorian, looking up from her notes and nodding, while he went on to mention the girls mother, making it sound as though she was no longer around which was just devastating. So sad for such a little one to have lost a parent. "Based on what I've seen it just looks like Ariel has a common cold." She said, smiling softly, knowing that it wasn't that big of a deal right now and most parents, upon receiving such a diagnosis, usually felt a little foolish for overreacting, but Immy, much like all the other Healers she knew, would much rather a parent being overly vigilant than ignoring symptoms, hoping they'll pass and then finding the child had something mush worse than the sniffles. "Common colds are very simple to treat. I can give Ariel some Pepperup potion for under twos. It'll help clear her up nice and fast. She might experience a little steam from the ears but there shouldn't be any discomfort." She paused for a moment, allowing for everything to sink in for Dorian. Hopefully his worries would be soothed. She'd fetch the potion in just a minute, she had to be sure Dorian was taking in what she was telling him. With a title like Agent she knew not a lot would phase him, but when it involved the health of a loved one, anyone could be shaken, "If she has any reaction at all out of the ordinary, come straight back to us." Immy was confident that Ariel would be fine. Apart from the cold she seemed in perfectly good health, "As for Ariel's hair," She smiled, "I think that might just be her magic making itself known." She was quite young but it wasn't unusual for magic to present this early and typically it would be cause for celebration but she could understand if the handsome Agent Humbert was far from celebratory.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert !
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Outfit: Healing Babies, Healing Hearts <3

The sound of her alarm clock ringing next to her head was a familiar one. Ever since she was eleven years old she'd had the same alarm clock, a gift from her abuela and abuelo for when she started Hogwarts. She'd been sure to keep it in good shape. It was one of her most prized possessions, not for its worth but for its sentimental value. It was an old alarm clock, it was worth nothing to everyone else in the world, but to Immy it was worth the world. She knew that her grandparents on her mother's side hadn't had much to give and so every time they gave something she was forever grateful. She cherished so many little things from them, things that were only meant to last a short while and things that were meant to last a life time, although nothing was more valuable than her time with them. She liked her alarm clock. It was the one thing she used every day, even on her days off. It was a reminder for her of her family and she couldn't wait for her next visit with them in a couple of months.

Out of bed and into her usual wake up routine Immy went through the motions. There wasn't anything unusual about it apart from the fact she was waking up at two in the afternoon. She'd pulled a double shift at the hospital the day before which had bled into the night, covering the first half of a shift before someone else came in early at four in the morning, and so she'd needed the extra sleep desperately. It didn't matter though, she was going in early again today to cover another half-shift, taking over early from Gayle who'd covered the first half of the shift. There was something going around at work, a nasty little bug that required a good strong potion and a couple of days rest. Immy was glad she had a decent immune system but not everyone was so fortunate.

Dressed and leaving the apartment Immy made her way to work. She was there in next to no time and making her way into the staff room where the big board sat with every patients name, bed and room number. Immy took a file from the head matron, she'd been the one organising all the shifts so that no one would have to pull a full double and Immy was darn pleased to have her figuring everything out because double shifts were awful.

Getting her list of patients Immy had a read of the files and did a handover with the Healer whose patients she was taking. She made her first visit to an elderly gentleman, taking in a pre-made potion for his spattergroit, a highly contagious disease that Immy was protected against with a couple of really good spells. Once she was done she washed up and ready for the next patient. She picked up the file and had a quick skim. Dragon Pox. She got what she needed and made her way into the room, the girl didn't look much younger than herself but her skin was positively covered in the horrid blemishes, her skin green from the rash that was spread all over her body. Immy gave her the next round of treatment and promised to be back in a little while. Leaving the room she went and washed herself once more, being sure not to pass on any of the contagious diseases. Once she was done she moved to the matron's ward desk and picked up the next file. She made her way down the hall and knocked on the door to the private room. Miss Ariel Blackthorn-Humbert. Quite a mouthful, but at 18 months, Immy doubted she was saying her whole name quite yet. After a slight pause Immy let herself in with a smile, "Good afternooon," She said looking from the girls dad and to the little girl before returning her gaze to the father, "I'm healer Fenwick." She said, introducing herself formally first, closing the door behind herself as she did, "But you can call me Immy." She said to the toddler, keeping a friendly face to try and help keep the child as clam as possible and hopefully get her to relax a little, "And what brings Miss Ariel in to us today?" She asked, chatting away to dad but seeming to address the child to keep an air of friendliness about the place.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert !
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