Edda was furious. The hospital wing was silent aside for the slow exhalation of breath from between her pursed lips and clenched teeth. This was boring! No student had been attacked by the fouler of the magical creatures in the Labyrinth, nobody had blown up part of a classroom with an overheated cauldron or misaimed spell, no one had injured themselves seriously during any of the quidditch games as far as she had heard. This was unheard of. Secrets were boring, what was interesting were puncture wounds and flesh eating bacteria and fixing them.
The last two people to visit the infirmary had been days ago. An older boy and a younger girl, neither terribly in need of attention but they had come at the worst time- while she was eating. So she'd made them wait and now look at the place. Deserted.
“Really, do I have to go around the school and hex things in order to have patients? This is ridiculous! Boring! I've never seen so many clumsy people in my life and yet they all avoid my infirmary like the plague!” She was an excellent physician but it had been mentioned on several reviews at previous hospitals she'd worked at that people would rather have the plague than spend another minute under her administrations.
She'd been walking around and had now fallen into a reclining seat and propped her crossed legs up on her desk. Her arms, also crossed, were wrinkling the doctor's coat she was wearing. She started drumming her fingers against her arm, wondering if she should really attempt to hex a few things. Really, it wasn't as if it would be entirely her fault if the students were careful if she just. . . well, no, tact wasn't her thing. This was part of the reason she had so many non-fatal injury cases request different doctors. Those doped up enough to not care, those whose life depended on her were happy for her attendance on their case result wise, but also thankful they didn't have to interact with her.
Thankfully she decided against hexing things. If things really got too boring she might try to teach an extracurricular class but for now she'd wait and see what limp cats dragged themselves in.