Corduroy Canterbury had to keep his wits about him. Despite the fact he was certain he'd manage to get legitimately injured while teaching flying to the first years he knew how important it was not to panic. The lesson was nearly over when one of the first years had managed to fly into him full force- slamming him in the back and knocking him to the ground. Now his back was aching and on his way to the ground he'd slammed his face against the broom handle and had a tooth that seemed to be a little loose.

After ending the lesson he very slowly made his way to the infirmary- he was monumentally glad that it was on the first floor, Cord wasn't sure he could make it up all the stairs the way his back kept aching with every step.

He entered the room and sat down on the first comfortable looking chair he could find before waving over the healer. "Miss Sage," he greeted her with a nod of his head and a grimace. "I seem to have had an accident on the quidditch field. Had a first year collide with me and now my back is in bad shape and I think I've got a loose tooth. Hurt to even walk up here." There was a little blood on his teeth when he gave her a sheepish smile- a result of his moving the tooth back and forth with his tongue to test precisely how loose it was.

Tempest Sage had just moved everything back into the castle and gotten everything set up- he'd heard about it and watched students carrying things for her- and Cord felt bad that she'd only been set back up for one day and he was already limping in with an injury. He wasn't as young as he once was, and the newer brooms were a lot sturdier than the ones he used to fly. Cord gingerly touched the side of his jaw where a bruise was beginning to bloom. "Happened about twenty minutes ago- had to finish up class before I came up here. Save face, you know."

Things were starting to settle in at Hogwarts, even if Tempest had no idea where most of her stuff was. The downside of having free moving help was getting acquainted with where everything was and rearranging to suit her own needs. Thankfully, a young Ravenclaw had helped Temp to organize her most important potions and salves the day before, and the healer couldn’t have been more grateful. She had already treated a Gryffindor who had been savagely attacked by a cat (Temp was quite sure the little snot had deserved it), two students with anxiety attacks over impending Apparition lessons, and an unfortunate case of boils – the unsuspecting Slytherin didn’t see the hex coming.

When Canterbury came limping in, Healer Sage hurried over, her heels clattering on the stone in her haste. The flying instructor took no time in explaining his injuries and Temp couldn’t help but allow a peal of laughter to flow from her mouth. “A first year did this to you?” She asked, getting closer to Corduroy to examine his wiggly tooth. “Well at least this won’t be too difficult to fix. That might not necessarily be the case with your back,”

Offering the wizard her arm, Tempest stepped back slightly, “We’ll need to get you into a bed. Come on, I’ll help you to the back,” She smiled kindly at the gentleman before her. It was odd, but Tempest hadn’t even considered the prospect of healing the adults in the castle, but she supposed she should have. After all, this was a school of magic, accidents happen. “I’ll put you in the back, save face if anyone else needs my help, yes?”

He frowned slightly when she laughed at him. Cord was usually the sort of person who could take a joke. For that matter he was also the sort who could take an injury- he'd played professional quidditch for a long time, after all. But he definitely wasn't as young as he used to be and having someone barrel head first into your spine wasn't the same as having a bludger hit you. Brooms, after all, had a pointy end. Bludgers did not.

"Yup. Lost control of the broom, trying to land, came in fast and low and BAM!" Cord clapped his hands then winced. Too much force. "The handle of the broom hit me then she went sideways and knocked me down off my own broom. Not her fault, though. Accidents happen. All part of teaching little ones to fly."

He stood up with care- not sure how he felt about having to get into a bed. Cord wasn't even sure if she had a bed big enough to be remotely comfortable for him. He was a tall man and very broad. But Corduroy had learned from a young age you didn't question a woman who was taking charge, so he followed her (albeit begrudgingly) to a bed in the back. At least she was considerate enough to think of his reputation.

"I'm sure word will get around anyway. Just like at the welcoming feast when I got my bears singed off. I had kids calling me Firebeard for months. Seems I'm just a little bit clumsy these das in my old age." He chuckled and sat down on the bed, still pressing at his tooth with his tongue. "Hurts like a bitch, though, I won't lie. Good thing I don't have another flying class until next week. Don't know what I'll do about quidditch, though."

The difference in the pair’s frames was almost comical. The tall, broad man relying on someone a foot shorter and much narrower cut quite the picture. Tempest had always been strong for her size, and somehow managed to hold back another giggle as Corduroy mentioned burning his beard off – she would have paid good money to have seen that, Temp was a sucker for good comic relief.

“Well, there’s no since in helping the rumors spread – as you said, it’ll get out on its own soon enough,” She offered the flying coach a playful wink. “I’ll have you up and running well before your next match, I’m sure. Though if a substitute referee is needed, I’d happily offer my services. I might not have been a professional Quidditch player, but I still know my way around a broom,” She said in a tone that could have been joking or completely serious, it was hard to tell.

“Stop messing with that tooth, if it falls out it’ll be much more painful to reattach,” She put her hands upon her hips like she would have done with any student that walked through her doors. “Get comfortable, I’m going to go grab a couple things,” She waved her wand once and an open-backed robe zoomed quickly across the room to land beside Corduroy on the bed.

“I’ll pull the curtains closed, change for me, would you?” Without waiting for a response, Temp started walking away. The quicker she handled his issues, the quicker she could get back to rearranging the Infirmary. Before pulling the curtains to, she called back over her shoulder, “And lie on your stomach, I’ll need to get a good look at your spine to get a better idea of what the issue is,” Then she turned, a finger tapping her lip curiously. “Do you think you’ll need assistance?” She inquired, hoping silently that he did not. It was one thing to assist a student with disrobing, quite another to help an adult she would have to work with on the regular.

They might have been in a professional setting- but Corduroy was still a man and hearing Tempest state with simplicity that she knew her way around a broom made him crack a grin. He knew that wasn't what she meant. But he couldn't help but find it amusing. Boys and their immature jokes- it never changed. "Hopefully won't come to that. Don't need to seem that frail that a first year knocked me out of doing my job."

Her hands were on her hips. Tempest Sage meant business. He stopped tonguing the tooth- he didn't want to push it out of his mouth, but it was hard not to mess with it. "Yes ma'am." Cord might have a high pain tolerance but he wasn't about to deal with any extra dental pain if he didn't have to. He slouched a little when she told him to get comfortable- it didn't matter if he sat up straight or not, his back hurt either way.

Corduroy's eyes went wide when the open backed robe came flying at him. "Get changed?" he repeated, holding it up with one hand, and looking at Tempest with a look of absolute terror. "What do you mean? Like... Wear this and nothing else?" The idea of being naked under the robe didn't set well with Cord. Being naked around a woman he had to work with didn't seem like the wisest thing to do.  She closed the curtain- obviously ready to get on with it- but he stood up and opened it again. No way he was going to disrobe just for her to look at his back. "Can't I just take off my shirt?" she asked. "Wouldn't that be easier to deal with?" It would be a lot less embarrassing for the flying instructor, that was for damn sure. Corduroy wasn't about to go bare-assed in front of a female colleague.

"I mean maybe it's not so bad-" he said, back pedaling. "Maybe the pain will just go away in a day or two. You can fix up my tooth and I can be on my way. I'm sure you're a very busy woman with lots to do. I can just get a potion or a salve and I'll be right as rain in a few days."

When Cord replied to Temp’s broom comment, the grin did not go unnoticed. A quick one of her own, followed by a wink, was all the response needed. Sure, she hadn’t meant it that way, but Healer Sage knew well that going along with patient’s antics seemed to help calm them. And it had been quite funny, even if it was at her own expense.

The witch was almost to the shelf of medicines when the curtains split open wide again, an uncomfortable-looking flying instructor framed behind. She turned on the spot, quite ready to give Corduroy a tongue lashing for moving so much, but decided to laugh instead. Temp’s melodic laughter filled the room, a large grin cracking her features, and a hand reached toward her diaphragm to help stifle her giggling.

“Well, I was assuming you’d keep your skivvies on – but I forgot that men these days tend to not wear any. Current fashions are hard to keep up with,” She offered him another trademark wink, then wiped the moisture from her eyes brought on by laughing so hard. “Very well then,” She called, turning her back to the man again to retrieve the items she needed.

Arms laden, Tempest returned to the bed and set her jars and phials on the bedside table gently. “I can get a good look if you feel comfortable going topless, though your medical care may be compromised if I’m forced to stare at your bare torso,” It was a joke, obviously, and Tempest’s way of saying ’be calm, I’ve got this,’ even if that was the exact opposite of what she said.

Corduroy blushed something fierce when she brought up men not wearing underwear. It wasn't his intention to advertise his lack of under garments- but he wasn't about to give one of his colleagues an eyeful of his butt either. At least not an unclothed eyeful. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Don't know I'd consider it a fashion. Not like anybody sees them whether you wear 'em or not." And if you did wear them and someone was seeing them chances were they were going to take them off of you anyway.

"More comfortable that way than in a hospital gown," he said with a nod. He'd already started to tug his shirt over his head when she made a comment about staring at his torso. His brows raised and he paused in an awkward position- shirt half on and half off, his head hidden inside the fabric. Here he was worried about being professional and she was cracking jokes at his expense. It didn't really upset him- but he felt awkward enough as it was. Corduroy had never exactly been great with the ladies. He'd been married to his career.

Tugging the shirt the rest of the way off, he dropped it on the bed next to him. Even the action of taking off his shirt was painful. Corduroy Canterbury wasted no time at all laying down flat on his stomach- turning his head away from the healer. This was embarrassing. Lucky for him he could excuse the behavior as not wanting to lay on the sore side of his face.

"Torso isn't bothering me anyway," he commented after finally getting more or less comfortable on the hospital bed. "Just warn me before you go poking and prodding." Corduroy was a big guy and getting startled might not end well for the hospital bed, for himself, for the bedside table, or for the witch who was trying to give him some help.

Tempest laughed again as Corduroy revealed that he, indeed, wasn't wearing any undergarments - a comment she'd made as a joke. If all the Hogwarts staff were this much fun to be around, she was sure she'd made the right choice to transfer from St. Mungo's. Canterbury's awkwardness was cute, in an odd way - as it didn't match is large frame. As the man turned his face from her, Healer Sage pulled her wand back from beneath her robes and walked around the bulky man and the bed he was resting in.

"Alright then, we won't worry about your back just yet," She said, smiling at him - able for the first time to actually look down at the man's face to get a better look at the damage done. "Oh yes, it's definitely broken," she tutted softly, placing her free hand beneath the man's chin to lift his face into better light. She was careful to not extend his neck too far as to make it uncomfortable, but barely gave any warning before pointing her wand directly at the Quidditch Coach's face, "Ready?" she asked, then, "Episkey!" and she watched closely as the man's nose shifted back into its proper position.

"See, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" She asked, smiling at Cord - aware that she'd ignored his wishes about giving him proper warning - though he had specified his back, so no harm, right?

Cord wasn't surprised to discover that his nose was broken. Not the way it had been bleeding. He winced when she lifted her chin and then- without much warning- cast a spell to fix his nose. It always felt weird to feel his bones reshifting in his body. It wasn't the first Episkey that he'd experienced in his life time- but it was not something you got used to. Once it stopped shifting around Corduroy touched it gingerly. It was still sore, but it did feel like it was in the right place. So that was something, right?

"Not difficult, but not the best," he said as a compromise. He hoped his back would be just an easy of a fix. He knew it wasn't broken- but the way the muscles around his spine were knotted up he wasn't sure how painful it would be to unknot them.

"I hope fixing me back is that easy," he grunted from his position on the bed. This wasn't exactly comfortable, laying on his stomach, completely at a loss of control and unable to really do anything. Cord wasn't a man who liked to be in vulnerable positions- it came from playing quidditch for so long. Injuries weren't a new thing but as he was getting older they were a lot harder to shake off. Corduroy was still having a hard time reconciling the fact he wasn't young anymore. Retiring from quidditch had been a hard blow- but since he was still so involved with the sport he could still pretend he was youthful.

He shifted a little on the bed. "Shame that we had to meet like this formally, isn't it?" he said. "I was sure I'd be seeing you around, but not like this." Cord talked a lot when he was nervous. Of course he couldn't place why he was so nervous.