"Come sit, Jess," Robert motioned to her. "We have a problem, and I'm researching how we got to this point. Somehow, Ruby was sent an appointment reminder of an appointment here at St. Mungos for a prenatal ultrasound scan. We have not ever owned muggle equipment, nor have we ever used it here. What I can tell you is that I've gone through our financial records, and yes, the hospital bought and paid for it. Someone authorized two of our patient rooms to be converted to ultrasound rooms. No one asked me, and I see no authorization from Khaat either. It looks like we've been doing this muggle method clinic for about three months now, so that predates your promotion into your current position. Whoever authorized it has done a pretty good job so far of hiding their trail, but I will have them. Not everyone has those purchase authorization codes, and yes, they are the proper codes. So, someone in a management position has either made a deliberate medical malpractice. Or, we have someone highly incompetent in a position of power here. Either way, I want that clinic shut down today, and I want that equipment ripped out of those room and package up. I will find some way of getting rid of it to a muggle hospital, but it's not staying here. Do your best to find out who all has had appointments with that nonsense and get them rescheduled for a follow up immediately with a qualified healer. And then find out who has appointments coming up and get them rescheduled with a qualified healer too. Let's get on this at once and make sure our pregnant women and babies have the very best medical care we can give, and let's do it stat. Ill keep trying to figure out who created this mess because I want them out. Questions?"
"Hi, Jack and Jessie," Michael said. "How are you two?" He had just spoken when Abbey came running into the house from outside and she had something in her cupped hands.
"Unca Jack! Unca Jack! Lookie! Lookie what I finded. Mama dead. She all deaded. Wassit?" She held out her hands to him, and there were five teeny tiny newborn dormice.
"Are you sure the mama was dead?" Michael asked her, knowing that a mama dormouse would not go far from the next.
"Yah. She gots no head no more," Abbey scrunched up her nose.
"Well, that would do it," Michael said.