[ St. Mungo's always has to deal with the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, most especially when Time Deviants and Muggle-borns are involved. What the Ministry misses, St. Mungo's picks up, because one way or another, the most terrible magical accident will always end up either in the emergency room or a funeral home (if you're feeling optimistic, anyway); Andromeda's job is to make sure that it isn't the latter. She enjoys what she does for the most part, but the part where she has to dip her toes in the Ministry of Magic is another matter altogether.
But it's a job that she is required to do, especially when unregistered Time Deviants enter St. Mungo's in critical condition. The next step after keeping them alive is to report to D.M.A.C., and while an instant M.I.A.V.I. report has been sent out to the authorities, follow up paperwork is always expected. Which is why Andromeda is in this situation — the glorified delivery owl.
Suffice it to say, this is her least favorite part of her job. ]
Should there be any?
[ She says, ever so professional, a tone of voice that she really only reserves for family. And while the ability to look at Bellatrix Black in the eye is something most people lack, Andromeda has never had that problem, even now. She hands over a stack of paperwork. A list of names, currently residing in St. Mungo's. Most notably, a couple of muggle-born time deviants at the wrong place at the wrong time, now held in their walls. Adamant not to be registered, fearful and hateful of the name Tom Marvolo Riddle in equal measure, in the way that even muggle-borns of their own time are not, not yet anyway.
Andromeda and the other Healers cared for them as well as they could, but the rest is no longer up to them. ]
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But it's a job that she is required to do, especially when unregistered Time Deviants enter St. Mungo's in critical condition. The next step after keeping them alive is to report to D.M.A.C., and while an instant M.I.A.V.I. report has been sent out to the authorities, follow up paperwork is always expected. Which is why Andromeda is in this situation — the glorified delivery owl.
Suffice it to say, this is her least favorite part of her job. ]
Should there be any?
[ She says, ever so professional, a tone of voice that she really only reserves for family. And while the ability to look at Bellatrix Black in the eye is something most people lack, Andromeda has never had that problem, even now. She hands over a stack of paperwork. A list of names, currently residing in St. Mungo's. Most notably, a couple of muggle-born time deviants at the wrong place at the wrong time, now held in their walls. Adamant not to be registered, fearful and hateful of the name Tom Marvolo Riddle in equal measure, in the way that even muggle-borns of their own time are not, not yet anyway.
Andromeda and the other Healers cared for them as well as they could, but the rest is no longer up to them. ]
These are yours.