Draco took a deep breath before stepping forward to greet the Mediwitch behind the table. There were several leaflets and a display of posters showing various magical ailments on a big noticeboard to one side. “Hello!” the mediwitch greeted him, her brisk manner strangely reminiscent of Professor McGonagall. “Interested in becoming a healer?” “Yes,” said Draco, pleased he sounded confident. “I have been thinking about it for a while now.” “That’s good to hear. Are you taking the appropriate subjects?” She slid a checklist towards him, detailing the minimum requirements to be accepted onto the training. He quickly scanned it in case they had changed since he had read them in OWL year. “Yes, at Owl I got an O in Potions, Charms and Transfiguration, and E in Defence Against the Dark Art

