[Hexed Private.]
This is ridiculous. With everything else that's going on and everything else that needs my attention, I should not have to sacrifice an afternoon to have another consultation with a Healer. True, his specialty is in healing the mind, but my father is a trained Healer -- moreover, he's dealt with my lycanthropy hands-on since I was six, with requisite breaks for when I went to school, when I went abroad after James and Lily's deaths, when I was teaching at Hogwarts, and when I went underground. He managed to get in his professional and paternal opinion in when I lived on my own, and when I lived in this place the first time. He knows the ins and outs of my condition, he knows when things are better or worse, and his opinion is more than satisfactory.

But I did promise Minerva that I'd get another person's opinion, and I certainly hope that Hestia's is satisfactory. If Order members can't trust one another, especially in regards to sensitive subjects such as this, then we have more than just a few problems. The reluctance to do this on my part has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that only Molly beats Hestia at meddling in my personal life.

Minerva's concern is touching, though. Especially given the circumstances like how I could swear that I've seen Percy here more often than I've seen Tonks.

[/Private.]

[Hexed to Hestia.]
You wouldn't happen to have a spare afternoon to come and give a Healer's opinion on something, would you?

I can't even believe I'm doing this.

[/Hestia.]