"I don't see how failing at your department is grounds that he can't be a healer," the head pointed out. "We added Mental Health to the training rotation, so all healers know what issues to look for, how to refer them to your department and show them how to treat psychology issues. It is not necessary to pass in order to be a healer. Mental Health is only a small part of healing and requires its own certifications."
                              
"You made this argument when Potter went through here!" he sneered.
                              
"And I was completely in the right then, too."
                              
Higgs glared. "It's not that he passed or failed. It's his work ethic, the lack of respect for his superiors and his arrogance I find unforgivable. He thinks that he's better because he's Potter's lapdog."
                              
The head healer sighed. "Healer Higgs...."
                              
"Better being my lapdog than your buttlicker, Higgs," Harry's sure voice drawled from the doorway.
                              
"Potter...." several people grasped. Everyone nearly cranked their heads to look in his direction.
                              
"Harry," Joel whispered, now very concerned about what was going to happen. Joel knew Harry focused when his friends were under attack, but Joel was concerned with it after it was over. Harry could have a panic attack from the confrontation that was sure to come. He barely held it together the last few times he met Higgs. Harry, however, walked in like he was meant to be there and looked expectantly for a chair.
                              
"Sorry, I'm late, everyone. Couldn't find the room," Harry said, nonchalantly.
                              
"Potter! Get out! You've got no place here! This board is for department heads only!" Higgs spat.
                              
Harry smirked and held up the nameplate from his desk. "Funny, this says "Department Head" right on it."
                              
Higgs's mouth popped open, audibly. "You're the only one in your section, Potter! You're not head of anything!"
                              
"I'm the only healer in my section. I still got wardens and patients, and I still got the title. Being a head makes me completely entitled to be here... doesn't it?" Harry said, looking at the Head Healer Convaba for confirmation.
                              
She smiled. "It does. You haven't shown much interest in participating thus far, Healer Potter."
                              
"Well, as you explained, I have a duty to teach others and be a part of the training program. This is the culmination of it, yes? What kind of mentor would I be if I didn't see it through 'til the end?"
                              
The head of the hospital nodded and waved her hand, accordingly, for him to join.
                              
"I object to...."
                              
"Overruled," she interrupted Higgs.
                              
Potter conjured a fluffy chair on the end, next to the bewildered head of compliance, Stebbins. "Now, what'd I miss?"
                              
"Your... trainee... shouldn't be allowed to be a healer. He failed a section of his training, so minimally, he should be remanded back to training."
                              
"Why'd he fail?" Harry asked. Joel had to suppress a grin.
                              
The head healer turned pointedly to Higgs. "Well?"
                              
"He refused to learn or try the exercises."
                              
"Oh, I have it from the wardens that you made him do paperwork the second he got to your ward, is that true?"
                              
Higgs flushed. "What do wardens know? They just clean up after the patients."
                              
A few board members cleared their throats in disgust.
                              
"Excuse me? I started as a warden, Higgs," the Head of Spell Damage, Sara Fawcett, growled.
                              
Higgs scoffed, but recognized that the others wouldn't approve of his classist opinions outside of his click. "I only meant that they didn't see everything. He didn't want to work, so I assigned him to paperwork. It's completely acceptable."