“Well – now don’t get upset, Molly, but Augustus Pye had an idea…He’s the Trainee Healer, you know, lovely young chap and very interested in…um…complementary medicine…I mean, some of these old Muggle remedies…well, they’re called stitches, Molly, and they work very well on – on Muggle wounds –”
Mrs. Weasley let out an ominous noise somewhere between a shriek and a snarl. Lupin strolled away from the bed and over to the werewolf, who had no visitors and was looking rather wistfully at the crowd around Mr. Weasley; Bill muttered something about getting himself a cup of tea and Fred and George leapt up to accompany him, grinning.
“Do you mean to tell me,” said Mrs. Weasley, her voice growing louder with every word and apparently unaware that her fellow visitors were scurrying for cover, “that you have been messing about with Muggle remedies?”
”Not messing about, Molly, dear,” said Mr. Weasley imploringly. “It was just – just something Pye and I thought we’d try – only, most unfortunately – well, with these particular kinds of wounds it doesn’t seem to work as well as we’d hoped –”
“Meaning?”
“Well…well, I don’t know whether you know what – what stitches are?”
“It sounds as though you’ve been trying to sew your skin back together,” said Mrs. Weasley with a snort of mirthless laughter, “but even you, Arthur, wouldn’t be that stupid—”
“I fancy a cup of tea too,” said Harry, jumping to his feet.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny almost sprinted to the door with him. As it swung closed behind them, they heard Mrs. Weasley shriek, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT’S THE GENERAL IDEA?”
Tate, as usual, is a great sport. It seems like it wasn’t that long ago that I stood in my (nurse practitioner) friend Tiffany’s driveway, quizzing her on emergency rooms: What emergency room would you go to for this or that? What would you do if one of your kids broke a bone? What would you do if one of your kids needed stitches? Two stitches in Tate’s lip brings us to our fourth emergency room trip with children, in my book allowing us to now refer to Texas Children’s as TCH. It’s a really wonderful hospital, but as I always say as we exit the parking garage, I hope we never have to go back.
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