The Marriage deboucle

"I have a two pm appointment with Healer Matthews" The young red-headed witch glances through the window hatchet at the intruder before glancing at something to the side of her. "Your name," she asks with a deadpanned expression. "Hermione, Hermione Granger" "Ah yes, please take a seat, Miss Granger. Healer Matthews will be with you momentarily" With a nod of her head, Hermione turned to find a seat within the waiting area. White walls, Why in Merlin's name do hospitals have white walls? It doesn't matter what hospital be it muggle or magical they all seem to have white walls. Makes the whole hospital trip be more subdued if truth be told. Hermione quickly found a seat between an elderly lady with her arm in a clear fabric sling and a toddler with his finger up his little nose. She smiled politely at both of the two magical citizens before lowering herself cautiously into the only available seat. "I have a toy dragon stuck up my nose" Hermione swivelled her head around -so fast she thought for sure she had done some nerve damage- to see in fact the child seemed to have something large lodged up his nose. "Oscar here preformed his first bit of accidental magic, he made his nostrils expand in size making it easier for the said toy to be lodged so quickly up there, of course, child's magic doesn't last longer than a few minutes, so his nostril shrunk back in size easily trapping the blooming thing before either me or his Father could get to him" his mother explained both sounding frustrated and proud of his mischievous doings. "Miss Granger Healer Matthews will see you now in room 208" The woman announced over the intercom. Picking her bag up from the marble white floor she made her way towards the designated room. "You should just be able to go straight in deary" An elderly Healer advised as she walked past a hesitant looking Hermione. Entering the quaint room she sat down in one of the two chairs already provided adjacent to each other. Looking around the office it made her think back to Umbridge's reign at Hogwarts. The office she was currently sitting in reminded her of the very same office the Witch of Wizengamot occupied; apart from this woman had an obsession with birds. Squawking budgies to be exact, different sizes and colours of the damned bird surrounded paintings, parchments and plates filling up the room from top to bottom on each of the four walls, they seemed to add fuel to the fire of what was her ongoing migraine with their silly noise. "Settle down" A voice softly cooed at the animals as a tall, plump; jolly woman entered the room from a side door on the left-hand wall. "Hello, I am Healer Matthews" She began as she sat down in the high backed chair across from Hermione's, the chair groaned and squeaked in protest at the weight being plummeted into its small wooden frame. "What seems to be the problem ... Miss Granger?" The healer checked the diary in front of her for a name, pleasantly surprised to see a war hero sat in front of her. "I have a case of the stomach flu that doesn't seem to be going away" Healer Matthews lowered her glasses to the edge of her nose in disbelief. Being a lady of the tender age of 55 Healer Andrea Matthews knew a case of the stomach flu when she saw one –this was not-. "Miss Granger you do not look like a person suffering from the annual stomach bug, nor do you look like a person who is sick at all" "But, but I am. Every morning and evening I can't keep anything down … not even a sickness remedy potion" Hermione softly protested, what did she think she would gain by lying over something so trivial?. "I see, have you taken a pregnancy test, a precaution of course?" Hermione's face fell at the realisation of the possibility of another being growing inside of her abdomen. "But ... but" Panic etched the young witches face rather quickly. "It is something we just need to rule off my dear, now we just need a simple prick of blood" Hermione's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Can you just not perform a charm or something?" Hermione remembered Ginny waving a wand around Tonk's tummy and saying a strange spell when she fell pregnant with Teddy. The healer shook her head with a sympathetic smile set in place. "I am afraid all charm work has been suspended from the Hospital for this morning my dear, we have to do things by the muggle way I am afraid, now there is no need to be scared of a bit of blood. Roll your cloak sleeve up a little please" Hermione mumbled incoherently on how blood didn't make her feel nervous or sick, she complied anyhow and rolled her long-sleeved travelling cloak up to her elbow. Healer Matthews, with expert precision, withdrew blood from Hermione's arm and waved the vial off to the testing labs. "All done, the results shall be back within half an hour if you would like to go for a coffee in the canteen it's just down the hall and to the left. Maybe a bit of sugar will calm those nerves of yours my dear"