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.
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.
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?"
"You do not then regard me as the victim of some unfortunate magical accident?"
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.
"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
Sherlock, of course, now that the challenge has been put before him, reads an illustrated medical text.