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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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 Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 3:50 pm
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Oh the river, oh the river, it’s running free.
And oh the joy, oh the joy it brings to me.
But I know it’ll have to drown me,
Before I can breathe easy And I’ve seen it in the flights of birds,
I’ve seen it in you.
The entrails of the animals,
The blood running through.
Cora Mercy Walsh ~ Mother of Six ~ Healer ~ Former Pureblood Gryffindor ~ {feeling: concerned} {thinking: what happened?} {with: Darius, Virgil, and Verily} {at: St. Mungo's}
Cora rushed into the lobby at the sound of shouting, and surveyed the three teens. A brown haired boy with vivid green eyes was currently having a moment with a redhaired girl, while a nearby nurse was holding a limp girl with unnatural white hair. She looked like she was barely breathing. Another boy, who looked somewhat similar to the boy with green eyes, was clinging to her arm like a confused child. She came to them just in time to hear the redhaired girl speak. The poor nurse looked a little overwhelmed by the situation. Cora jumped into action. "Take her to a bed on the fourth floor, please," she addressed the nurse, nodding to the girl. "Get her stable, give her something to help with the breathing. I'll be up as soon as I can." She glanced at the three teens."As for you three, follow me. You're going to tell me exactly how you got all these injuries, who inflicted what on who, because it's pretty obvious there was a duel, and what spells you can remember using. I also need your names and your parents' names, and the name of the half dead girl you just brought in." The blonde woman paused for a moment, and then her curt tone softened. "I know you must be very scared, and I can't tell you that things will be alright, but I'm going to do my best to help her. But I need to know what happened, okay?" She stepped into the lift, holding the door for the teens. "Come on then. In you go. By the way, I'm Cora Walsh, and I'm going to be your Healer." She pushed the button for the fourth floor, spell damage. She had six children, and her oldest wasn't that much younger than these kids. Hopefully the Ministry wouldn't be coming down on their heads for underage magic, and she felt a motherly pull at her heart. But she needed to be professional about this, and get things done.
The phrase "working mother" is redundant.
*Exit to Fourth Floor*
On the sea, on the sea and land over land.
Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand.
Still I follow heartlines on your hand.
And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy, there’s tumbling stone. Echoes of a city that’s long overgrown.
Your heart is the only place that I call home,
I cannot be returned.
I know you can…
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 4:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 4:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 4:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:28 pm
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 ███ █ ███ █ ███ █ ███ █ ███ █ ███
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Chase Henrick
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Ravenclaw || Healer || Nineteen
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Chase yawned. Lime green did not suit him at all, for he who grew up with blue just felt slightly odd in another color. The Hogwarts graduate, now a full-time healer at St. Mungo's Hospital, still had a long way to go: he was naive to think that he could jump right in after getting his NEWT's. There were restrictions--tons of it--until he would get more experience. So, for now, he had to work under an aged healer until he was deemed knowledgeable enough to handle more "advanced" healing. Well, he wouldn't blame the system, because if he was dying, he would want a healer who knew what he was doing. Besides, there were much more spells, potions, and herbs unknown to the youth.
The seconds hand of a clock ticked nearby, and the minutes hand finally arrived on the mark that signaled it was time for Chase's hard-earned break. He discarded the latex gloves that he had been using. Frankly, he wasn't really keen on using magical versions of sanitation tools. It was scary. He might get laughed at, but for now, Chase would stick with muggle conventions.
The youth arrived at the ground floor, just to get a different view, but only to meet a young man leaking blood and talking to the receptionist. Damn. Chase went over to the man, nodded to the lady, "I will take care of it." He then addressed Nowaki, "Come with me."
Well that was a lie.
Legally, he couldn't do anything. "Third floor, right?"
Hopefully, the guy knew what he was doing. But third floor meant plant poisoning and fun stuff, meaning the wound might have more complications. Hopefully, the healers there can take care of it better than he could.
{ooc; accept my bullshit :u also, assume they have arrived at third floor?}
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❝ I know I just need to try, no matter the result. Try again and again, until I get it right. ❞
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 9:10 pm
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Devonte had barely noticed the two others that were at the Platform when both he and Lola apparated there along with Kenny, thankfully without any added injury. To him, at least. Once Kenny had disappeared again, Devonte had used his best intuitive skills to find a way to a hospital--St. Mungo's, he guessed was the best choice. He dragged Lola to somewhere that wasn't exactly crowded with people and stuck his wand out, summoning the Knight Bus and quickly climbing on--well, as quick as he possibly could with what was probably a broken leg and an unconscious girl on his shoulder. He told the driver to take them to St. Mungos as quick as he could, pressing two fingers against Lola's neck just to make sure she was still alive.
A pulse.. Good. He laid his head back for a moment, his heart pounding. What the ******** was up with that?!? Some send-off.. A deadly one. Once the bus came to a screeching halt, he picked Lola up again and listened to the driver instruct him how to get into the building itself. He maneuvered himself off and kept moving, despite the pain pretty much everywhere in his body. He hadn't been hit with an Unforgivable, so he supposed he couldn't complain too much. Once he made his way into the building, there were already people taking Lola from him and onto a stretcher, and before he could even question it, the same was being done to him.
OOC:
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