The corridors are busy, as it always been since the war began. Hermione’s chest hammered as she apparated her way to the entrance of Chief Healer’s office. Throughout her one year and nine months of medical service, there isn’t a call from the Chief Healer’s Office that delivered her good news. It will always be heavy fieldwork or a friend’s death. It was torture for her to hear about a friend’s death when she had to shut down her emotions for her job. It marked her heavily that she fears the glowing of her healer mark because her mind would immediately jump to negative conclusions, to which she was never wrong.