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Minerva was kept very busy with her many commitments but she refused to let her students suffer even if Voldemort himself were knocking upon the doors of Hogwarts. Thus she’d ensured all her fourth year’s essays on the principles of intermediate transfiguration were fully marked with comments before sending an owl to let one Lily Evans know she was free for an afternoon meeting. While certainly not to the questionable level of say, Professor Slughorn, Minerva did enjoy the odd meeting with some of her more favourable students and Lily was certainly in that category. 

She’d already tidied her work things away and set a table for tea and biscuits, tapping the silver teapot with her wand to instantly heat the water so stream trickled lazily out of the spout just as there was a knock on her door. “Come in,” she answered briskly, smoothing down her usual emerald green robes as Lily entered, “Ms Evans, do come in.” she said offering a rare smile and gesturing to a free chair as she sat in her own. “I do so hope your beau hasn’t been causing you too much trouble between your current training, how is St. Mungos treating you?”

Waking up with a fairly large red stain on his pillow should’ve been the first red flag (no pun intended) but rather than be a bother he’d simply looked at the barely crusted over blood wound on his head, wiped it gently with some water and gently put a hat on his head before going into work. He made it all of twenty minutes before he must’ve aggravated the wound somehow and it started bleeding again... A few drops landing on a parchment report he was writing. 

He’d been about to drop it in the tray when he’d noticed and been reaching up to run his hand over the wound when his co-worker came in and proceeded to freak out, thinking he’d concussed himself which... may have been the case since he thought this was a good idea. He ended up getting flooed to St. Mungo’s from the Ministry and that travel only opened up the large head wound more. 

A healer saw to him quick enough and he assured his co-worker he was fine to be left alone. Other far more serious cases needed to be helped first so he was content enough to wait sit in a room for a Healer to come to him, using a rag to wipe away the blood that kept dripping down his head... Boy... He was starting to feel kind of woozy.