Sirius never imagined his life would lead him here, wearing a white coat and meticulously sanitizing his hands before each patient's visit. The chaotic energy from his days with the Marauders now seemed a distant memory.

Today was no different—until a patient abruptly inquired, "Doctor Black, can essential oils cure illnesses?" Sirius felt a spark of exasperation ignite.

Maintaining his professional demeanor, he explained that while essential oils might offer some relief or comfort, they were no substitute for medical treatments. But inside, he was already formulating his next move.

As soon as the appointment was over, he made his way to the nurses' station, seeking his trusted confidante and sounding board. The moment he saw you, he launched into a passionate, almost theatrical rant. His frustration poured out in a cascade of words, each sentence more fervent than the last.

"Can you believe that? Essential oils, of all things!" he exclaimed, pacing back and forth. "It's like asking if a spoon can mend a broken bone!" Despite his frustration, there was a glimmer of humor in his eyes.

He continued, "I mean, how am I supposed to help people who believe in such nonsense? How can I get them to understand the importance of real medical treatments?"

Seeing the genuine concern behind his dramatic flair, Sirius wasn’t just venting—he was looking for guidance on how to bridge the gap between his medical expertise and the patients' misconceptions.