A solid plan in mind, Gary enters the seating area and finds an 'out of the way' spot on the wall to hang a piece of paper. Upon the paper is written in an attempt at fancy script:
Calling any adventurous souls, your help is desperately required! Port Toli is under assault from an unknown malevolent entity known only as 'Blackfang'. Mayor Danita Liviana is offering a considerable award to anyone brave enough to put an end to the threat. Is that person you? Have you the skills and courage to end Port Toli's plight? Danger awaits those who set forth, be warned...
I'm attempting to get a group together to play some Dungeons & Dragons. If you are not familiar with the game, it is a collaborative story- telling game that takes place in a medieval fantasy world filled with knights, wizards, goblins and dragons. Each player has a character that they control and use to interact with the world and story as presented by the game master (that's me). The players use their characters to have exciting adventures, save the day, and we all still get to make it back in time for potions class.
Ideally four or five players is best, so to that end this paper is your ticket to a player seat at the table. I've posted four more around the school, each one grants a different character. This one is for the dwarven cleric, whose name and gender are up to you. They have an assortment of healing and assistance spells at their disposal, to help their allies.
If you would like to play using the cleric character, bring me this invitation. If you're curious, but not sure you want to actually play, feel free to just hunt me down to chat and leave this notice for another. If you'd like to play something other than a cleric... find one of the other invitations before they're taken.
Gary Harper, 2nd year Aladren.
2Gary HarperAdventure Awaits... if you dare1404Gary Harper15
Adventure is my middle... my self given middle name!
by Parker Fitzgerald
Parker's mother had made him promise, repeatedly, that he would go to the medical area to get a check up to make sure he was 100% healed and could play sports. Parker had assured her that he was fine, and that she could have done the check up herself, but his mom kept mumbling something about magical bones and not knowing that side of things. So Parker now found himself in the Hospital Wing without any actual injury.
He had a feeling his mother was going to be asking him to do this a lot since she was becoming more and more uncertain of what the differences were physically between "you magic people and us non-magic ones". Parker still felt the same and was sure he wasn't all that different from his parents, but maybe that's cause he was always magic.
So Parker sat in the seating area waiting for someone to come do a physical, so that he could send the paperwork to his mother, so his mother would then sign off on Quidditch. Having a nurse for a mother was great at times, but when it came to sports Parker was beginning to think it wasn't a good thing.
His eyes wondered and he fidgeted in his chair as he waited. Looking at each of the odd pictures in the room distracted him a bit, but soon he found himself looking at the things to either side of each picture.
That's when he saw it behind one of what looked like a nice garden scene with people being pushed in wheelchairs, he saw a small piece of white paper sticking out. Parker looked around making sure no one else was watching and walked over to grab the piece of paper.
Sitting down he opened it and read. It started off sounding cool, and then it mentioned DnD and Parker groaned a bit inside. He'd heard about it from some of his friends back before Sonora, two had played it and they had tried to get him to play it once, but it was a lot of math and he wasn't that into it, thinking it silly to sit around inside when you could go outside and play.
Reading the paper again though Parker thought that he could use it as a way to study his classes. A cleric. Maybe he could make one that was into plants and making potions. If he could do that, then he could make a character that could help him with his two favorite classes.
Parker nodded, he'd have to talk to Gary in one of their classes about this. Possibly Transfiguration, because Parker really wanted any distraction from that class. Kyte was right, it was the worst.
41Parker FitzgeraldAdventure is my middle... my self given middle name!1402Parker Fitzgerald05
All the medicines were in date. Still. Unsurprisingly. Since she had checked and fully stocked them at the start of term. Anisha had taken the school job because her previous contract had finished and she needed the money too much to refuse but it was as she had feared… She was bored. She was used to a busy hospital department. There was nothing to do here… And every time she wished there was it made her feel like a psychopath because essentially she was hoping that children got sick or injured. She supposed she might actually benefit from unwinding a bit, and might have some time to tend to her much neglected social life. She wouldn't exactly say her parents had pushed her into becoming a healer. She had always liked the idea herself. But she thought a part of that might have been growing up with the knowledge that it was a parent-approved kind of choice. So, she'd done what they wanted in a sense, and got the good job, and now every time she went home it was all ‘You still haven't met someone?' ‘You work too much' ‘You're going to end up on your own.' What had her parents thought would happen when they pushed her to go for a career job like this one? And she wasn't even thirty yet, thank you very much. She still had plenty of time to meet someone.
She'd eventually given up on finding things to do and gone out for a walk, taking a small charmed pillbox with her which would vibrate if anyone came seeking her services. She'd been enjoying the labyrinth when it went off. She hurried back, hoping the student in question wasn't dying and that she wasn't about to get fired for abandoning her post. She entered the room, a little embarrassed to be coming from the wrong side of things, rather than out of her office. On the plus side, the student looked relatively healthy. And she was wearing her green healer's scrubs, long dark hair tied up in a sloppy bun, ready to go.
“Sorry. I just popped out for a moment,” she said, “How can I help you?”
13Healer KapoorSo I might be seeing a lot of you1482Healer Kapoor05
Probably. I have a tendency to need help.
by Parker
Parker had just sat back down in his chair with the paper in his pocket when the woman, who had been introduced as the new healer, came in through the front door and not out of her office.
Parker momentarily admired the color of her robes, a nice green, which was better than some of the other colored robes he'd seen. He made a mental note to see if he could ask someone what the different colored robes meant.
"Um..." Parker stood up from his chair momentarily forgetting why he was in the Hospital Wing as he was a bit excited by the paper in his pocket.
"Oh yes. My mom wants me to get a check up from someone magical to make sure I am ok to play sports this year. I, umm, got a pretty good beating last year in Quidditch." Parker paused a bit before looking down at the floor, "My mom's a nurse and both of my parents don't do magic, so she's worried she'd miss something if she did my physical. She thinks I might be non-human or something."
Parker had really hoped that he wouldn't have to do the physical. He hated having to sit still while they checked everything. He had been healed in this wing last year after the final Quidditch match, so he'd assumed someone could just say, yep you're fine. Unfortunately, there was a new healer, one who wasn't here last year for his bruised ribs, so he might very well have to sit still long enough for her to make sure he was fine. Though looking down at her shoes, he could see the dirt on them, which made him slightly more comfortable in her presence. She liked the outdoors, and that was something he liked as well.
"Oh, and she would like, if possible, a letter or something saying I passed/didn't pass the physical," Parker said looking up with a sheepish smile. He had almost forgotten this part. Without the letter, all of this would have been for no reason.
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I have a tendency to give it, so that should work out
by Healer Kapoor
“Ok then,” Anisha smiled. The kid seemed a bit embarrassed over the fact that he was more or less here over nothing, or about the fact that his parents weren't magical. Either way, he was telling the floor more information than he was telling her. And she didn't really want him to feel bad about any of that. Yes, he looked fine, and probably was fine, but it wasn't like she was exactly rushed off her feet attending to more serious cases. And mothers could be pushy creatures at the best of times, plus in this case… Well, it seemed like the boy's mother was having some trouble adjusting to the whole magical thing. And that was part of her job too. She had to deal with people and their messy families as much as she had to deal with their broken bones and curse wounds.
“Name, year and house?” she asked, summoning over his student medical notes once she had this information - there was a file on each of the students, with previous visits to the hospital wing and any important health information noted down. He had been here to see her predecessor last year after the match in question. “So, you took a Bludger to abdomen. There were no signs of internal bleeding or broken anything. You were given some bruise balm…. Accurate?” she checked, as she skimmed the notes.
“Have you had any difficulties or discomfort since the incident,” she asked. “And does your mother usually give you physicals every year, or have any other reason to be concerned that you shouldn't play sports?” she asked. If there was something, it really should have been in his file, but it was always good to check. Just like she thought she knew the answers to those questions, but she still had to ask them. She kept her tone gentle, not wanting him to think she was asking him to justify his presence here. She was just doing her job. “Or she's just worried cos of this incident, and we need to find a way to reassure her?” she added, trying to make it clear she was happy to give Parker what he'd come for, even if it wasn't a dose of medicine in the traditional sense.
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Parker looked up from the floor. This new healer's voice was comforting. It reminded him of the voice his mother would use when she would take him with her on in person check ups. It was the No-need-to-worry-All-is-ok voice. It made Parker think of what he liked about home, and it made him smile.
"Parker Fitzgerald, second year, Pecari," he responded quickly. If this was going to be a physical he wanted to rip it off like a band aid.
Parker thought about what he had been given last year. "Bruise balm, and some kind of pill. I thought it might be for pain, but maybe not."
Any discomfort? Just in trying to figure out how to adjust back home and then again back at school. No physical discomfort, all in head. Parker shook his head no. He was beginning to think this would really just be discussion and not a physical and he relaxed letting his right leg shake a bit as he sat there.
Parker laughed at her line of questioning. The new healer definitely understood his mother if she was talking about reassuring her.
"She usually gives me a physical. Or did until last year. She is worried about me playing sports, I think because she's a nurse and sees the damage kids take from things like football." As Parker said this, he realized that she probably didn't think Qudditch was dangerous until he told them about the bruises.
"Also, according to her, I tend to do silly things and get hurt. Like climbing trees or running around pools." At the last two points Parker pointed first to a scar on his left arm where he'd fallen from a tree and broken a bone when he was around 8, and then a lifted up some of his messy hair to show a small scar on the right hand side of his forehead from when he slipped at the pool one summer when he was younger.
"I think she just wants to know two things: what's different between me and any other person she might look at so she could do a physical if she wanted to, and to know that I have good care here in case I do hurt myself. Which will probably happen, so you'll likely see me again."
“You're probably right. That must be what that says,” Anisha nodded, when Parker said he'd also had some kind of pill possibly for pain. There was a line of scrawl in the notes that she couldn't fully decipher. Apparently some things were universal between magical and muggle healthcare, and terrible handwriting was one of them.
Given that Parker had two scars to go along with his stories, Anisha couldn't entirely fault his mother's theory that he had a slight tendency to… well, she wouldn't call it doing stupid things, but she was starting to think that there were two sides to this, and Mrs. Fitzgerald wasn't worrying over nothing. Well, in terms of Parker's tendency to get hurt at any rate, the rest was still a bit out there.
“Ok, well I know it's your mother I need to tell this, but just so you know too… Nothing much different. Magic is something that comes from genes - the kind that make you, G-E-N-E, not the kind you wear,” she clarified, “Your genes tell your body how to build itself. Blue eyes or brown ones. Magic or no magic. Which genes show up in a person is… complicated, but sometimes things like blue eyes can skip a bunch of generations and then show up again. Magic is kind of the same. It's a trait you possess, but it doesn't change your physiology. You know that you're still a human being, right?” she added with concern. It was probably pretty hard to adjust to the idea of magic, but to have someone doubt your status as full human being… Well, there was of course someone in the school going through exactly that right now. And by all accounts, it wasn't exactly an easy thing to deal with. “My main understanding is that Muggle medicine works quite well, it's just incredibly slow.
“Now, I don't think I need to… y'know, send bloodwork off for analysis or anything like that, but I don't think it will hurt to give you a quick check over. Like you say, your mom needs to know you're being taken care of. I can do a quick scan with my wand, which will show me if you've got anything worse than a bump or scrape going on. It will probably be easier if you lie on the bed, especially as your stomach's of particular concern, but it's non-invasive, and it's not going to hurt - you might feel a light tingling sensation - and it works through your clothes.”