Walking through the Potions and Plant Poisoning ward, she could hear her hard soled flats click against the hard wood floor. A recent addition had caught her eye. A man who was caught on the business end of a bad love potion seemed to be fairing worse than she previously expected. The bloke, having spent much of the evening flirting with a coat rack, Emily decided it was time to escort him back to his bed.

The gossip had been swirling about the dark haired man, and who might have slipped him the juice. Leaving him alone strapped magically to the bed with a binding spell. “Can't wander off now,” she muttered as he began to compare her eyes to pools of dishwater. Cocking a brow and turning on her heel, she swished her hips keeping time with her internal beat making her way towards the visitor's tearoom she decided to take a small break.

There was the risk of burn out with this job. The twenty-five year old sat in a comfy chair the scent of tea wafting to her nose as she tried to think of reversal spells and potions. Coming up empty, there was definite frustration growing within her. Her hands found her throbbing temples as she started to rub them in a counter clockwise motion. If she went back up there and he had untethered himself in some fashion she was going to blow a gasket.

That's when she gasped, “Jason!” She thought out loud startling a woman who was about to sip some tea. The young healer jumped out of her chair and moved quickly towards the stairwell. If anyone would have the answer Jason Marren would, her mentor and jumping off point. Heels clicking loudly against the ground she cussed wearing such insensible shoes while in a building of that size. That was of course an issue for another time. She rounded the corner of the first floor and bounded through the door, she was on a mission.

It had been a rather enjoyable day at work. It was cloudy and overcast outside, giving the ward a darker look than usual. But he preferred that. It went along with his current mood, anyway. He forced a small smile to his face when his coworkers came around, when he was outside of his office that he had retreated to more often than usual. After helping with a newly admitted werewolf, Jason left his capable healers to the rest of the paperwork.

With a stop at the staff room, he grabbed a cup of coffee and his lunch. Once he was back at his office, he pushed the door to almost closed and settled into his chair, groaning softly. His food now forgotten on the table top, he leaned back in the chair, hearing it creak slightly as he closed his eyes, hands grasping the arms of it. The day had kept him busy, at least. Left him little time to wallow in the things he felt he should sulk in. Running a hand over his lips, he finally sat up and pulled his packed lunch to him.

He’d have to owl Fiona and find out if he could see Aidan over the weekend; he had it off, and she’d been more understanding in his visits and time spent with his son than she was with him getting things from their home. Not that he necessarily blamed her, but it was a pain nonetheless. Pulling out his sandwich he’d prepared with bacon and cabbage, he looked down at it and bit his lip. It smelled good, at least. Lifting it to his mouth, Jason took a hearty bite. If he’d been with someone else whose opinion he might wonder about, he might have been more considerate with the amount he put in his mouth.

As it was… he was feeling a bit too hungry. It felt as if he hadn’t had anything of substance to eat all day! Which, come to think of it, was true… he’d had a couple pieces of toast for breakfast with his coffee, and that’d been it. Jason had been of the opinion he’d get to eat his delicious sandwich a little earlier. Nevertheless… he picked up a crisp and chewed on it noisly, sitting back in his chair and closing his eyes again, munching happily on his bite. Food could make a man forget his troubles. And lack of sleep...

Making her way to his office, Emily could still hear her shoes clacking on the floor as she found the door marked with his name. A distinct doorway that she had been through a bunch of times in the past. This of course would be no different. Jason was still her mentor in every shape and form.

So barging in on him during the afternoon into the evening didn't seem far fetched for Emily one bit. Bringing her hand up to the door she softly rapped on the outside before bringing her other hand to the cool handle clicking it open without waiting for an answer. Slipping into his office like she did so many times before she smiled brightly at the man before her.

Emily made it no secret that she looked up to Jason and had a bit of a thing for him since her early days as an intern. The man however was saddled with a wife, much to her dismay, for much of her time in his presence. Emily always wanted to remedy such a tragic coupling, however she hung back waiting for it to self destruct in it's own time. There was no need to mettle with things she didn't understand.

"Jason, I have a question for you about a patient on my floor. It seems he has taken up with a coat rack and is rather infatuated to say the least," pausing she looked at his face he almost looked serene before she had spoken, it was too late to stop now. "It seems none of my antidotes will do the trick, and I am curious if there is a way to speed up the recovery on such a strong love drug, or if I should just let it run it's course. Either way he is currently bound to his bed..." she trailed off without explaining the need to restrain the poor young man.

Some part of his brain registered a clicking sound on the tile outside his door. Another part probably noticed it stopped there as well. But those parts of his brain were on the back burner; what was to the forefront was his hypothalamus, controlling his very large appetite. It was bound to come back. He hadn’t been eating quite up to snuff the past couple weeks, and it had started to show. With the sudden zeal for the food in front of him, though, he doubted it would take very long (so many meals, of course) to get back to where he was.

But his mum had always taught him to take his time with his meals; to savor them while they were there. And so, though he felt as if he could eat a dragon (perhaps not a full grown one, but the lame, baby one… that died of natural causes), he would enjoy the bite he had before stuffing another one in behind it. It was just his luck he took enough of a bite to count as two or three normal ones.

Then the knock came and he had enough time to open his eyes and frown in surprise before it opened. Then his expression changed to shock and slight embarrassment, the bite of food hollowed out in his cheek (perhaps he looked like half a guinea pig, stuffing food for later). Nevertheless, he visibly relaxed when he saw it was Emily, his shoulders dropping. Chewing, he put a hand up in front of his lips, his smile reaching his eyes.

“Jason, I have a question for you about a patient on my floor.”

Perhaps it was lucky for both of them that he couldn’t interrupt her and she wouldn’t be slowed down. His eyebrows rose as he tried to think of a polite way to talk with his mouth open and settled for chewing and swallowing as she just barreled through.

“-It seems he has taken up with a coat rack and is rather infatuated to say the least.”

His left eyebrow rose at that and he swallowed the last of what was in his mouth, letting his hand drop to rest on his lap. A coat rack… infatuated? He waited momentarily for her question, as so far he’d heard statements… and some rather useless ones at that. Observational statements.

“It seems none of my antidotes will do the trick, and I am curious if there is a way to speed up the recovery on such a strong love drug, or if I should just let it run it’s course. Either way he is currently bound to his bed…”

A slightly shocked look came to his face at her last statement, and he finally sputtered out. “Wait… he’s moved on from the coat rack? Or you let him have the coat rack in the… bed?” Shaking his head, he sighed and leaned back in the chair, watching her a moment. “Well… worst case you can let it wear off, unless you’re worried there was something else in it, then I would consider a bezoar.” Motioning to the direction of in front of him, he smiled at her. “Take a seat and tell me what your antidotes consisted of?”

Jason was no longer her preceptor, so his desire to give creative criticism was not needed or wanted. What she wanted was a better solution then 'ride out the storm' or 'well of course yout nit wit this will solve this in two shakes of a hippogryffs tail'. That and the main excuse for her coming down there was to pick at his brain which was fascinating to say the least.

 "From what I gathered from the young man it's not the coat rack, its the coat... whomever owns the coat he brought in with him," she gained the knowledge that whatever was effecting him was because the perpetrator who created the potion had been wearing the coat at the time they slipped their poor victim the strong concoction. Emily couldn't be positive if he was the intended target or if the chap just happened to get his hands on the wrong thing at the worst possible moment for him. Either way the person who had given him the potion was long gone leaving only their coat in his possession. Emily had hung it on the coat rack and that was the end of her sanity when he was convinced that the coat and him were meant to be.

"I had been hoping to find something a little easier on him then shoving a bezoar down his throat. " Granted she had been trying a number of different methods to lessen the effects. The potion she had given him so far was clear in consistency, perhaps she had missed a critical step in the simmering process. There was always the slimmest of chances she had missed a small amount needed of the Extract of Gurdyroot or left out some of the Wiggentree twigs which were necessary for the perfect antidote. "My attempts have been standard in nature, there is of course the possibility I over looked something along the creation process. Slim as that possibility maybe, I wondered if there was anything I might have overlooked beyond that."

Taking a seat as requested she crossed her legs and had a far off look on her face. The more she mulled it over in her head she wondered if time would be the only true healer of this man's problem. "What I made was a classic Love Potion Antidote. I used Wiggentree twigs, Gurdyroot extract, and common castor oil. There is always the possibility that the potion he had taken was stronger than anticipated," it would be why her antidote didn't work right off the bat.

"It appears from the initial review of his condition he only harbors foolish delusions of love for whoever spiked him. Otherwise I see nothing else really effecting him," relaxing a little in the chair she focused her eyes on him, "How have you been Jason. I just realized that I barged in without even giving you the proper greeting, it's been a while since I found myself needing to pester you."

“From what I gathered from the young man it’s not the coat rack, it’s the coat… whomever owns the coat he brought in with him.”

Well clearly… The coat rack couldn’t brew a potion, unless it was someone who was in a horrible transfiguration accident. And that… would be some sort of assault, if she’d let the poor man take the coat rack with him. He was sure of it. But if she thought it was the coat… then there was that. Shouldn’t there be something that clicks in someone’s brain to not drink a certain potion or eat something they weren’t sure where it had come from?

Then again… if he’d become infatuated after being on the floor… then he was probably a little cloudy in the head to begin with. A small smirk came to his lips; he would have suggested that perhaps his healer should have kept a better eye on him, but figured that sort of smart arse remark might get him a death gaze.

“I had been hoping to find something a little easier on him then shoving a bezoar down his throat.”

His smirk grew a little and he tilted his head, leaning his chin into the palm of his hand. “Sounds like you just don’t want to do the work…” He spoke it, muffled out into his hand, an amused look on his face. Granted, shoving one of those giant hairballs down someone’s throat was disgusting and a downside to work, but… if it was necessary to save them, then it was done.

When she asked if there was anything she might have overlooked, he did frown slightly in concentration. Leaning back in his chair, he leaned on an elbow against the side of the chair, that hand resting against his lips. Standard attempts… that didn’t quite seem like Emily. However… love potions weren’t that grand, and it was often easier to seclude them and let it wear off rather than make them sick with a potion.

“What I made was a classic Love Potion Antidote. I used Wiggentree twigs, Gurdyroot extract, and common castor oil. There is always the possibility that the potion he had taken was stronger than anticipated.”

Making a face at the mention of castor oil, he shrugged slightly at her idea. It was always possible it was stronger; made you almost feel bad for the person who would have gotten it. Whoever it was made for. Clicking off the ingredients in his head, he tapped his lips with his pointer finger. “Hm… Did you strain it well? Get the purest form of it?” The clearer the solution, the more empty it looked in a glass… the more potent and likely to reverse the potion it was.

“It appears from the initial review of his condition he only harbors foolish delusions of love for whoever spiked him. Otherwise I see nothing else really effecting him.”

Sounds like the whole reason for a love potion to Jason. “So you’re saying he took a love potion.” He couldn’t help the grin that came back and he sighed, sitting up and leaning against the edge of the desk. “Your skills are impressive, Healer Cooper. I see you were taught well.” He was somewhat sarcastic, somewhat boosting his ego.

“How have you been Jason-”

His smirk grin slid off his face as he frowned slightly, glancing down at his desk and shrugging. Picking up his coffee, he busied himself with taking a sip.

“I just realized that I barged in without even giving you the proper greeting, it’s been a while since I found myself needing to pester you.”

A small, brief smile came to his lips before he set the cup down, leaning back again. “I’ve been good.” That sounded so genuine, didn’t it? He almost gawked at the emptiness in it. “But what about you? Keeping busy with love sick patients?” Focus on her issue… And then he felt something starting to click. “Ah… if the basic antidote isn’t working… Why not add some leech? Or mix it with…” He was grasping for something here and felt as if he’d hit it. “Try adding your ingredients to a wit-sharpening potion. Some ground scarab beetle, ginger root, and armadillo bile.” Yummy.