St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where the waiting room was quiet, just a few waiting for a Healer, one man with a caludron stuck on his head.

CRACK!

Dingy appeared pushing a wheelbarrow. Dingy’s arms where above his head to reach the handles but somehow Dingy still drove without worrying about such problems as not being able to see to steer.

“Emergency! Emergency! Master Casey is critically injured!”

“Oh pipe down Dingy,” said the form in the wheelbarrow, slightly peaky from Side-Along Apparation in a wheelbarrow. It looked like Casey but the shrimpy Slyterin was not known to have orangutan like arms, nearly five feet long with multiple elbows. The legs also followed suit. This gangle of noodle shaped appendeges were coiled in the wheelbarrow since there wasn’t enough of a skeletal structure to allow Casey to walk on his own.

Though an embarrassing ‘injury’ Casey was bemusedly humorous. Well, as light of spirits as Casey could get to.

“Oh, hello again,” Casey said to the Welcome Witch[1] he had meet last week, who look absolutely mortified to see this child again. “Spell went out of control,” he said calmly.

”F-Fourth Floor,” said the Welcome Witch.

“Marvelous. You can just leave me here, Dingy.”

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“Dingy will get Master Casey to the Fourth Floor!” The wheelbarrow was pushed again.

”Don’t worry about it, Dingy, the Healers can take care of it from here. Besides,” Master Casey said in a tone that should be obvious, “the stairs.”

“Oh,” Dingy said. “Dingy will get Master Casey to the Fourth Floor without stairs.”

“Wait, Dingy, don’t—”

CRACK!