Order Only: Private message to Madam Pomfrey and Charlie Weasley
Charlie, just to give you the background on this, when I was little and still living with both my parents, I got burned very badly and instead of taking me to St Mungo's (because I might have been taken away right then and put with foster parents) my parents found a private Healer. Who was awful, and hurt me on purpose (though he did heal me in the end).
Anyway until this summer I didn't know his name, but I saw him a few times at St Mungo's. I guess he's working there now, some of the time. He oversees part of the potions dispensary. I wasn't sure the first time if it was him, but the second time I saw him, I needed to talk to him and when I heard his voice -- yeah. It was definitely him.
(Don't -- I mean, just so you know, I didn't tell Ron about it. He had his own stresses to be going on with this summer. Since he's your brother -- well, anyway, I don't know how much you tell each other.)
His name's Hubert Drubble.
The reason I'm writing to Charlie is because on the last day when I was making a delivery to St Mungo's I saw him arriving and he was taking off some protective gear and stowing it in a sack -- leather gauntlets, for sure, really thick like to protect his hands. Anyway what worries me is he's working with dragons -- at the preserve, or maybe at some other preserve, because dragons can't let you know if someone who's supposed to be Healing them is actually hurting them to get their jollies. If he's working with Creatures of some kind I'm sure he's not treating them like he should.
And Madam P, I just wanted to let you know that's who it was, in case, I don't know, you ever need to refer someone. Don't refer them to this bloke.
Anyway until this summer I didn't know his name, but I saw him a few times at St Mungo's. I guess he's working there now, some of the time. He oversees part of the potions dispensary. I wasn't sure the first time if it was him, but the second time I saw him, I needed to talk to him and when I heard his voice -- yeah. It was definitely him.
(Don't -- I mean, just so you know, I didn't tell Ron about it. He had his own stresses to be going on with this summer. Since he's your brother -- well, anyway, I don't know how much you tell each other.)
His name's Hubert Drubble.
The reason I'm writing to Charlie is because on the last day when I was making a delivery to St Mungo's I saw him arriving and he was taking off some protective gear and stowing it in a sack -- leather gauntlets, for sure, really thick like to protect his hands. Anyway what worries me is he's working with dragons -- at the preserve, or maybe at some other preserve, because dragons can't let you know if someone who's supposed to be Healing them is actually hurting them to get their jollies. If he's working with Creatures of some kind I'm sure he's not treating them like he should.
And Madam P, I just wanted to let you know that's who it was, in case, I don't know, you ever need to refer someone. Don't refer them to this bloke.