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.
Sherlock enters Healer Song's office, and sits down, and says nothing.
"You do not then regard me as the victim of some unfortunate magical accident?"
"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."
"Well, that's not as surprising as I'd like it to be," says Sherlock.
"It is not your fault," he says. "Unless it is, in which case I am very upset with you."
"Read your magazine, then," he says. "Next time I will bring a book."
Sherlock, of course, now that the challenge has been put before him, reads an illustrated medical text.
Yes it will! He may need to be reminded when the hour has passed.