"Uh,

a letter from Hogwarts just came for you, Professor."

Professor Helbert Spleen took the letter distractedly, never once glancing up from the paper sprawled out before him. He'd been scowling down at it for several minutes now 'long enough that Wiggins had started to worry for his health. As a healer at St. Mungo's, Spleen could really be getting sick from all sorts of sources. Just last week, a pair of wizards had come in with something dreadfully contagious, involving boils and blood and vomit that Wiggins had had to clean up.

She worried her hands nervously while he read.

"Professor, Sir, Spleen,

uh '"

"Spit it out, Wiggins," he grumbled, still not even bothering to look up at his apprentice.

"You don't have any boils, do you?"

Please let it not be something involving vomit.

Wiggins had enough of that for one lifetime, thank you.