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Rich was honored to be asked to accompany the European League to America as a staff Healer. He'd never been to the United States and things were -- well -- interesting and different to say the least. Victoria had come along, and her belly was starting to become quite large, which made Rich both prideful and nervous. When the World Cup was over, he'd be meeting her family in Canada, which was frightening for the simple fact that he didn't know how they would react to him. Still, he was as optimistic as ever about his job and had been quite helpful to the Americans.

When Rich stopped by the central queue to get his next patient, he was mildly startled to see the name "Summerby, Matthew" on the slip of parchment. That was the extent of his reaction, though. They had more players being dropped off by the minute from injuries and this was just from Quidditch practice. He could only guess that the actual matches were going to be much worse.

Rapping lightly on the exam room door, Rich let himself in and only paused when Summerby seemed to be dumbstruck by his presence. Grimacing, Rich shut the door with a careful touch before taking a step to be before his ex-girlfriend's new beau.

"Mr. Summerby, I'm Healer House. Seems I'll be taking a look at your face lacerations and you shoulder," Rich kept his words prim and didn't stray from usual dialogue, but he could sense the tension. After a moment of giving Summerby a tight smile, Rich relented with a sigh. "Look, if you're uncomfortable, I can have you put back in the queue for another Healer if you like," he offered and felt foolish for thinking this would be easy.