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 Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 10:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 10:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2020 10:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2020 5:30 pm
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Philip Quimby-Winthrop
Nineteen Years Old - Hufflepuff Alumn - Adopted
Mediwizard - St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies & Injuries
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Since graduating, Philip’s life hadn’t been particularly eventful. He applied for a Mediwizard position and had been working ever since. Other than that, he still came home to his family every night – or morning, depending on the shift. There hadn’t been any weddings to go to or girls who showed interest in him as far as he noticed. His best friends, on the other hand, had quite a wild time since graduation. Griffin had disappeared after getting Chelsea pregnant, and she had since given birth to their son. Phil was pretty close with the both of them, so his friend’s disappearance came as a surprise. Now that he thought about it, he realized that Griffin never really shared much about his personal life, even with his closest friends. For all he knew, Griffin could have been planning to leave for a long time and just never mentioned it. However, Griffin was the type of kid who always planned for the future, so this just seemed wildly irresponsible of him to do.
Philip was very close with Chelsea as well, more than likely even closer than he was with Griffin. However, for the past year, she really did not seem to be in the right headspace to talk about what had happened. The two still hung out, and ever since Ethan was born, Phil tried to make himself even more available in the event that Chels needed his help. And today, he had gotten one of her calls that he’d been preparing for – she told him that she was finally ready to talk. Part of him was nervous as he didn’t quite know what she was going to say. Sure, he could guess, but knowing Chelsea, she could do or say something completely unexpected. Another part of him was relieved that she had finally decided to open up to him about what she was feeling. He wanted her to know that he would always be there for her. Walking up the steps, Philip knocked on the black door and waited.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
♫♫ You can count on me like one, two, three. I'll be there.
I know when I need it I can count on you like four, three, two. You'll be there.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2020 9:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2020 3:40 pm
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╔═════════════════════════════╗
Philip Quimby-Winthrop
Nineteen Years Old - Hufflepuff Alumn - Adopted
Mediwizard - St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies & Injuries
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Philip returned Chelsea’s smile with one of his own as she opened the door to greet him. He nodded at her and said a quick “Hey,” before stepping inside and making his way over to the couch. Philip always felt welcomed in her home. “Sure, maybe some tea if it’s not too much trouble?” he asked, turning around in his seat to face the kitchenette. “Things are okay,” he answered with a shrug. Not having much going on in his life, he didn’t want to spend the day talking about himself, especially since Chelsea had invited him over to finally talk about the s**t she’s been going through. “I tell you, some of the wizards who end up at St. Mungo’s do some pretty crazy s**t,” he mentioned, remembering a patient from the other day who had a potion malfunction that nearly froze his face completely.
After recalling and telling his friend a few of the stories, he sipped from his mug. “So, how’ve you been?” he asked slowly, giving Chelsea his full attention. They both knew this conversation was coming, so he figured he may as well ask. If she hadn’t blatantly told him she wanted to talk about Griffin, he would have never in a million years brought the situation up. And what was a better time than now considering Ethan was napping and wouldn’t hear them discuss his father? Would he even understand the conversation? Philip honestly didn’t really know how quickly children learned and grasped concepts even though four babies were born into his family since he was adopted.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
♫♫ You can count on me like one, two, three. I'll be there.
I know when I need it I can count on you like four, three, two. You'll be there.
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