“Welcome back,” Aaron greeted his students after the last of them had filed in. His Advanced Charms was a relatively small class (particularly as compared to his monstrosity of a first-through-third-years class), which meant it was usually a lot less formal than any other class he taught. For this reason, Aaron enjoyed his Advanced class more than the others. After all, he was a naturally informal person—this was apparent from the way he leaned casually against the desk, dressed in a Muggle t-shirt and jeans instead of the usual Teaching Robes professors wore. With a flick of the wand in his left hand, Aaron closed the heavy oak door of the classroom and turned to face the students, who were gathered in a small semi-circle in front of the dais he himself stood on.
“And welcome to the disaster area,” the man added wryly, motioning at the back of the classroom where what appeared to be four bodies lay. Actually, they were just gel dummies he had borrowed from the Medic for this exercise. Aaron had assumed that Sadi wouldn’t actually have approved of him bringing in injured humans for his class to experiment on, so he had gone with the next best alternative.
“Even if you’re not planning to become a Healer, there are some things it’s just plain useful to know,” he continued, once the students who had looked at the back of the room had returned to facing forward. “We’re going to learn some of those things today.” Aaron flicked his wand at the board this time, where four spells appeared:
Arapneo: clears target’s airway Episkey: heals minor breaks and abrasions Ferula: conjurs a wooden rod Corpus Reveleo: pinpoints trauma areas
“The first three are fairly self-explanatory. The fourth is something of a specialised spell that is usually taught in the first year or so of Healer training. You cast it by waving your wand over the area you want it to affect—can be the whole body, or one specific area—and it pinpoints areas where the body had been traumatised by creating a sort of golden glow around that area. It’s rather useless when it comes to diagnosing internal injuries, but it is useful when it comes to figuring out if a bone has been broken or something along those lines.
“You will have thirty minutes to make sure the dummies in the back don’t die. Each dummy has a unique set of injuries that you, working in teams, will have to treat. But be careful,” Aaron held up his right arm. His forearm was still encased in a white cast (carefully Charmed to not display the message Garen had insisted on writing). “there are some things that are best left for later treatment, or completely nonmagical treatment. After awhile, the human body builds a resistance to anything, even magical treatment. These dummies will too, so it’s up to you to decide what has to be taken care of now and what can wait.
“You have thirty minutes, beginning now,” Aaron flipped the hourglass on his desk over and sand began running towards the bottom. “I will not be answering questions during the simulation, but I suggest you get moving in the interest of having a living patient by the end of the class.”
|OOC| You know the rules, ten sentences minimum, all that jazz. Tag me if there’s a problem or anything like that, but for the most part just use your imaginations when it comes to dummy injuries.
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Hello, everybody! by Elly Eriksson
Wow, so not a slider class by Talitha Cumni
0Professor Aaron McKindyAdvanced Charms, Lesson II [Years 6&7]0Professor Aaron McKindy15
Now in her seventh and final year of study at Sonora (where had that time gone?) Elly wasn't sure she had favourite classes any more. Potions had always been one of her preferred lessons, and now it was taught by Fawcett and they were doing some really tricky work, Elly liked it eve more. Charms had been somewhat painful during the Professor Taylor years, but McKindy had a far more similar mindset to Elly (that charms were much better used for fun than chores) and so this class was always enjoyable, too. Add in the pleasant professor who taught Care of Magical Creatures (Elly had just about gotten used to Kijewski not being there) and the class that was taught outdoors, and she really had no compplaints. Sometimes she felt guilty for not continuing with DADA, as she had enjoyed that, too, but overall Elly knew one more class would have presented her with more work than she was comfortable doing. With Quidditch and prefect duties, three RATS classes was plenty.
Today, their small group had been set a first aid assignment. Elly was excited excited by this task (despite its lack of potential for pranking purposes), but a little anxious, too. She'd done some basic first aid training back when she coached hockey, just in case the teams sustained injuries during play. Yet that's all it was - basic. She could pop a bandage on and knew the recovery position, but she wasn't sure how much help she was going to be to those bodies lying at the back of the classroom. She wrote down the spells in her notebook before vacating her seat and going to the nearest dummy, where one of her classmates was already standing.
She felt the shadow of something like panic - almost as if she was reacting to really being in a circumstance when she would need these skills. First aid could be creepy like that. All Elly could remember from her previous training - and that was three years ago, now - was you had to check to see if the person was breathing before you did anything else. "Do the dummies breathe?" she wondered aloud. "I'm guessing not." Yes, these were potentially magical dummies, but breathing? Maybe not. "So not CPR," she laughed, and still felt a little uncomfortable. Why couldn't they make accident dummies look less like actual people?
Talitha was delighted to be in Charms class. The return of Professor McKindy was something to celebrate. She loved the gentle teacher who helped her so much in overcoming her practically pathetic shyness when she was a First Year with Hyper-accidental Magic Syndrome. She loved his loving, quiet nature that was covered by his usually, although not so much this class, flamboyant wardrobe.
Turning her attention to the assignment at hand. Talitha examined her “patient”. Her Mother taught her basic first aid. The Medicine Woman used both muggle and magical first aid before employing Native Medicine.
She peered down at her “patient” and began to access it’s trauma. There was no problem with the safety of the environment. She just had to determine what was wrong with her victim. No open bleeding or dark coloration that indicated internal blood loss. Its leg was a bit out of line and seemed unconscious. Talitha checked breathing and pulse… Nothing…
Quickly, she elevated the legs, cringing as the left leg was clearly broken, but the more flow of blood to the brain and heart was way more important than the discomfort of a break. She so could have fix the break with the episkey charm, but Breathing and heartbeat was far more important. Let the Healers deal with the break.
The whole scenario of first responders clicked without Talitha’s thinking. Check, Breathing, Bleeding done. Trauma accessed, environmental dangers eliminated.
“Call Medic!” She cried and began muggle CPR. Blast Corpus Reveleo She hadn’t been trained in magical revival. Instead she place both hand on the dummy’s chest and began compressions, fifteen, then pulling the jaw out, clearing an airway, she blew three breaths, then resumed chest compressions.
A shadow fell on her work. Talitha didn’t look up to see who it was as she continued to administer CPR.
“Quick,” Talitha encouraged, panting as she kept the dummy‘s heart beating. “Do an assessment! “
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