Madam Pomfrey directed her colleagues and their playthings to the far side of her upgraded hospital wing, her new employers spared no expense on equipment or opportunities for her to prove her skills. For now, she didn’t want to be distracted by the howling of human guinea pigs, she readied the bindings on her surgical table waiting now for her newest famous patient. She didn’t have long to wait when Snape strode into the room with a naked unseeing prisoner behind him, the leash in his hands forcing an unreasonably quick pace given the Mudblood was decked in 5-inch heeled ballet boots. The footwear changed the formally demur student’s gait; introducing a pleasing sway to slutty hips, a balancing act of speed and not hurting her leashed love-button.