The healer was trembling. "I... still... his wandless magic! He did use it on him. It's not right!"
"Why?" Ron said, pointedly.
"Don't bother, Auror Weasley," a new voice said at the door.
Harry looked and saw it was Joel. Relief flooded through him, just like Ron showing up to save him from Higgs.
Joel gave him a smile, but he looked at Ron. "She's never going to accept your answer. I believe there was an evaluation scheduled for... now?" Joel looked at his watch, dramatically. "I need you to leave the room, Auror."
Ron smirked and told him that he'd be outside. He walked out, purposely bumping into the other MMMB wizard. Healer Trimdel just sputtered indignantly at his presence.
"Let's get started, then?" Joel said, and pulled out a vial from his robes and handed it to him.
Harry popped the cap and smelled the soothing waifs of the Calming Draught before swallowing it. The residue effects of the Panic Potion finally faded away. His chest opened up, and he could breathe normally, again. Harry hadn't even noticed how anxious and stressed he had been.
Healer Trimdel finally recovered and shrieked, "You can't just give him... what is going on? You're not staying here! You have to be a...."
"Mind healer?" Joel gleefully interrupted and pulled out some parchment. "Just passed my certification this morning. Madam Granger-Weasley has friends on the board and got my test moved up. I passed with flying colors. Here's my license, and I'm here as Harry's mind healer... if he consents to be my patient."
"I do," Harry said, shaking a little... now with hope.
"I..." she trailed off as she examined Joel's credentials. "Well... that doesn't mean... you can't just... wait! You gave him a Calming Draught! I can't allow...."
"Listen, Madam Trimdel, Healer Potter is my patient, and not even the MMMB can override my medical orders. My official healer orders are that Healer Potter is prescribed a daily dose of Calming Potion and cannot have legal meetings without me present."
She glared at him, trying to find a way around his decree, but Harry knew she had nothing. The MMMB was still governed by the Medical Directive 67-01, as it fell under the auspices of the Wizengamot. She looked to the wizard at the door, and he nodded back to her. She threw her arms up. "Fine! You want to have a meeting? We'll go to the interview room. Let's go!" she said, turning to leave.
Harry didn't want to go anywhere else. He tugged on Joel's robes. Joel said, "Here is fine. I can conjure chairs."
"You can't decide where...."
"No, you can't decide where he goes. You're here to investigate a claim, not dictate how you will do it! This room is fine. Can you stand, Harry?" Joel asked and helped him to his feet by taking his hand.
Joel shrunk the bed to toy size and conjured a fluffy two-seater couch and two stiff wooden chairs for the MMMB goons. He then decorated the walls and changed the floor to an artsy mosaic. Even the ceiling was now a calm, blue sky. The white was gone. Joel humphed in approval of his handiwork, as Harry stared at him in appreciation. He really hated white, now.
Joel smiled at him, and then guided him into the seat. Joel sat next to him and offered his hand, which Harry took. Then Joel said, "We are ready."
Healer Trimdel looked at him, disgusted. "What is this?"
Joel rolled his eyes. "I am making my patient comfortable after he was just assaulted, drugged, bound and tortured for a day. So sit down and ask your questions."