Closed: Fred
Angelina darling,
I received this owl addressed to you from a Healer wither the Stonewall Stormers. Is everything alright? It's addressed urgent, so as you can imagine I didn't burn this one. But please, Angelina dear, let me know what's wrong.
Lots of love,
Your Mother.
Inside was a still sealed envelope with the official insignia of the Fellowship of North American Healers, the largest group of healers that worked throughout North America. The Healers name was familiar, a man who practiced as both a magical healer and a doctor who worked with the Stormers. Swallowing hard she opened the letter.
Miss Angelina Johnson,
Enclosed is a record of all tests associated with your recent stay at Thunder Hill Sanctuary and Hospital. I felt the need to include results from both magical and muggle based examinations for your convenience. As discussed, there are no outstanding concerns regarding your condition.
Should you return to North America I would gladly continue to be your physician and healer. However, if you plan on making your stay in the UK more permanent I suggest seeing one of the many talented healers at St. Mungo's to confirm you are still in good health. If a muggle Doctor is your preference there is a Doctor Carson Smyth in London who is quite good and is aware of the duality of situations as yours. And he's my cousin, so you needn't worry about being too careful, if you know what I mean.
I wish to again relay my sympathies, young dear. Stay strong, keep family and friends close in your time of grief.
Regards,
Doctor Reginald Farnsby Stempleton, Healer
Thunder Hill Sanctuary and Hospital
Looking at the parchment within the information was cryptic. There were two sets, magical and not, Stempleton a who knew a thing or two about his patients. So, taking a steady breath, she decided following his advice was the best thing to do.
But she couldn't go to a healer. There were a few things Angelina knew, and one of them was that the magical community was close and tight knit. Even if her privacy was protected it wouldn't be long before someone saw her there, asked a question or two, and then it would be common knowledge. That was the last thing she wanted.
Getting dressed she was quick to pop out and walk her way to the Doctor Smyth's offices. They were close to St. Mungo's, the office a reliable but alternate source of medicine that could cater to a flexible community of wizarding folks. It wasn't entirely strange to seek alternative medicine if magic didn't work. It was just more common that magic worked first.
But there's nothing really wrong with you is there. She thought with a heavy sigh as she walked the street slowly. You're not really sick. You're just going in for a checkup, because Stempleton knows his stuff. He healed that rotated shoulder cuff quickly and was a charm when you had that concussion. Angelina tried to convince herself it was those reasons but in the back of her mind it was the fear. Something could be wrong. Something he could have missed. There must be something wrong with you. How could you be perfectly well and still loose it?
A shiver travelled down her spine as she entered the office and gave them her Canadian doctor's name. She was ushered into a smaller waiting room with wizards. Or at least not the general public. The waiting was the worst of it, sitting and wondering who was there for what, could they tell why she was there, did anyone recognize her. The whole place had an oddly sterile nature to it that felt so... muggle. Mum would be proud, I guess. She thought with a wry smile. Hiding in plain, she would say.
“Miss Johnson?” Hearing her name jarred her from her thoughts and Angelina was quick to get up. Strangely enough, she expected to be as anonymous as can be here, but her name caught a few glances. Quidditch... bloody quidditch.
The checkup was quick and went on without a hitch. The usual questions: why were you referred, what are your symptoms, are you on any medications or potions, what are you looking to get from the visit, and some more personal than she had wanted to get over with as quickly as possible.
“You check out fine Miss Johnson.”
“Angelina,” she corrected. “My mother is Miss Johnson. Or was at least.” Smyth laughed. He was younger than she expected but friendly all the same. A lot like Stempleton with less hair on his face.
“Well, Angelina, you look to be in good shape. If anything changes you can let me know.” He paused, reviewing her charts one last time before resting back in his chair. “Is there anything else I can do for you? “
She shook her head before sliding off the table. “Nah, I'm alright.”
“Good. I'd like to get you in for another check-up in about a month or so. Make sure you're all regular again before you take any kind of medications or potions. As a precaution of course.” She nodded as he went on. “If you do become sexually active again we'll need to keep a careful eye. If you're interested in some local healers I have a few I can recommend for potions. If not I can offer birth control.”
He wasn't cold about it but she felt her mood shifting to a darker place, Angelina nodding as fast as she could to get it over with.
“Well then, it was nice to meet you Angelina. Take care.”
Rushing back to the apartment Angelina opened the door and flopped her bag down on the couch. Well that was uplifting. She thought causticly with a sigh. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at the table and saw the crumpled paper. It had been smoothed out a few times, possibly read. The owl from Derek. Who would have...
“Oh Merlin...” The words left her lips as she heard footsteps in the kitchen, her hands dashing to grab the parchment and hide it.