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It's early in the morning. Let's call it 6:30. Igor showed up at the hospital wing, muttering to himself.
"I am not just an Igor. I will not cringe. Cringing only embarasses people. I will let the cringe pass through me because I am an assertive, confident man seeking a job and not merely an Igor."
All the magic was starting to unsettle him. He took a deep breath. The door was already open, showing an office.
((The Hypocratic oath? What's that?))
((I know this is posted during the week when people are busy, but I thought I'd go ahead and do it.))
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Date: 2009-04-21 05:26 am (UTC)"This is my office." He shows Igor the kettle and tea set as well as the basket of emergency potions, setting them one by one in a row on the desk. Dittany; Bruise, Burn and Boil Pastes; Blood-Replenishing and Wound-cleaning Potions; Calming and Sleeping Draughts; Peppermint; finally Chocolate, which Severus nervously plies upon all comers in distress, usually when he is not sure what other course of action to take. "These are the most common potions, of which I always keep a plentiful and ready supply.
"Naturally I keep the laboratory and potions storeroom elsewhere, locked from prying fingers and foolhardy imbecilic incompetents with ill-advised 'projects.' For their own good. And to protect ingredients worth more than they are. In addition, there is the ward and Hook's stores of muggle medicines and supplies.
"We will be visiting those areas presently."
The office, and indeed the entire Hospital Wing, are decorated with huge lurid and obsessively detailed diagrams of anatomical blood vessels, nerves and organs. These are worked in green ink and thoroughly labeled. Many are expolded views and all are alarmingly grim. They are extremely clinical and thorough.
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Date: 2009-04-21 09:00 pm (UTC)Snape got right to business, pointing out what Igor assumed was the magical version of the first-aid kit. Most of these "potions" seemed self-explanatory. The burn paste might as well be ordinary ointment. He poked through the basket.
"Dittany and chocolate" he asked at last, looking puzzled. "I'm not familiar with those. Not used in treatment, anyway."
Igor suppressed a smile at the mention of ill-advised projects. How many had he taken on under Dr.Glickenstein's nose, after all? And done with ingredients worth more than he was on the open market. The almost-smile turned a bit sour.
The supply store was sure to be interesting anyway, even if it was understocked. Limitations required...creativity. He paused to examine the diagrams, taking them for blueprints of some kind.
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Date: 2009-04-23 04:09 am (UTC)He realises the room is a little bare, but he had arranged its decor himself. When Igor's eyes smile, he notices, and notices its quick fade as well. The young man had seemed responsible, but it was probably for the best that he aspire not to be an imbecile.
"Shall we look at the ward? Dr. Hook, of course, has charge over his own eqipment, but perhaps he will introduce you to it when you have cause and opportunity to meet."
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Date: 2009-04-24 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-24 12:39 am (UTC)"Certainly, I'd love to see the ward and meet Dr. Hook as well."
The interview was going well! No one had thrown anything yet. And Snape had an impressive bearing even if he wasn't a Doctor. Maybe he worked for this Dr. Hook?