Thamuel Foster

[THAMUEL FOSTER]

THAMUEL KALEB FOSTER
Twenty-One, Order, Refugee, Puppy



"I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems"

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"Oh, hello there. My name is Thamuel Kaleb Foster, but you can just call me Thamuel or Tham if you like. I was born on March 23rd, 1977. The first thing you should know about me is the fact that I talk. A lot. So if I start to ramble a bit just say something and I promise that I'll slow down.

Okay... So... What do you want to know? Well, I like to chat as you've probably already guessed and despite my intelligence I often don't use it whenever I open my mouth, which means that occasionally I'll say things that I regret later on; however, I'm always good about apologizing. I'm very friendly and almost non-judgmental; as a matter of fact I'll reach out to anyone in need. I could care less about blood purity or what side you're on so long as you like me for me. I like to challenge myself, especially with chess. I just love a good game of chess and since I'm rather intelligent finding a suitable partner is kind of difficult. I'm also fascinated by medicine and whatnot. I used to be a Healer at St. Mungo's until Death Eaters started patrolling the place. I mean, I'm a Pureblood but I just didn't like the idea of being monitored by people who support Voldemort.

I hate being judged based on my appearance. Yes, I know I'm short and I know I look far too thin, but there's not much I can do about that. I also hate it when people assume I'm a kid because I seem younger than what I am. The thing that irritates me the most though is when people treat me like I'm some sort of fragile doll. I should probably mention that I suffer from Cystic Fibrosis. For those of you who don't know Cystic Fibrosis (or CF) is an inherited disease caused by a defective gene which makes my body produce abnormally thick and sticky mucus. This mucus builds up in my lungs and has led to many infections as well as digestion problems in the past. It has also, according to my Healers, rendered me sterile so I can't have any children and that's a shame because I love kids. It's stunted my growth too, providing me with my short stature and excessive thinness despite the fact that both of my parents and my older sister are tall.

I was diagnosed with CF when I was born. I was born prematurely because my mother, Alyce Leena Foster (nee Grayson) had a weak uterus; as a matter of fact, she was lucky enough to bring my sister, Judith 'Judy' Nicole Foster, into the world without too many problems. It was a different story for me, obviously. I spent the first year of my life in intensive care; unfortunately, it didn't seem to do me much good for as soon as I was able to go back home I got sick again. My lungs are permanently scarred because of this. I used to wear oxygen tubes when I was younger and carried a small oxygen tank somewhere on my person back when I was in Hogwarts. That all changed though when one of my Healers, Cary Grant, invented a sort of Magical Pacemaker that regulates my blood, making it easier for me to function. I still have a lot of problems with this disease though.

People, however, assume that I'm anorexic or that I'll break at a moment's notice. I assure you neither of those things are true. Actually, to be honest, for some strange reason the stress and pressure of life has given me purpose. It's like... If I don't do anything then I'm worse off. A constant regimen of daily activities is what I need.

ANYWAY... Because I was brought up in a medical world I absorbed everything from Healing charms to terminology. Before the Death Eaters took over St. Mungo's I worked on the Fourth Floor (Spell Damages) as an intern. I actually wanted to be on the Second Floor (Magical Bugs and Diseases), but they wouldn't let me because of my weak immune system. I haven't yet gained full status as a Healer. I graduated early from Hogwarts, opting to take my NEWTs when I was in my sixth year. I didn't leave until I was seventeen though; I spent the rest of my time there tutoring under Madame Pomfrey, who was all too eager to help me achieve my dreams of becoming a Cure Specialist. My favorite subjects in school were: Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Muggle Studies, and strangely enough Arithmancy. My least favorite subject was History of Magic.

I'm very supportive of my friends and I won't hesitate to stand up for them or for myself either. I act adventurous and outgoing and I can't stand sitting idle for long periods of time. These are some of the best features I have, but like everyone else I do have weak points... I'm a workaholic. There, I said it. I'm always pushing myself to be better than everyone else for my own gratification rather than to rub it in the faces of my peers like some would do. I spend hours on assignments and whatnot and I probably do far more than I should, but that's beside the point. I like to work. For fun I engage in my playful attitude or settle down with a good book.

I'm a big kid at heart, which is probably part of the reason why I love children so much. I have a certain childlike wonder about me and my curiosity has gotten me into trouble sometimes. I poke my nose where it doesn't belong occasionally. Haha. I seem to connect with people because I'm very sympathetic. I know how pain feels; what it's like to be bed-ridden and not being able to do anything about it. I like to lighten the situation by telling jokes or just babbling until I get the other person to laugh or open up some more. I prefer to think before acting - analyzing what needs to be done and then doing it - however, I'm not against randomly jumping into the fray.

You might be wondering how I could possibly like St. Mungo's after I spent almost all of my early childhood there. Well it was a really great experience for me not only because it brought on my desire to be a Healer myself but it wasn't as boring as some people believe. Before I went to Hogwarts, I was taught Mathematics, Science, and History by one of my Healers, who just so happened to be Muggleborn. My older sister also brought some of her assignments over whenever she visited during the summer and I inadvertently helped her with her Potions and Charms homework. Ah, I love to learn... My mother was against it at first though due to the fact that she thought it would make me sicker. Luckily that didn't happen and she began to relax. She was a little overprotective of me for obvious reasons so it was hard for her to let me go to Hogwarts. She was assured though that the Headmaster as well as the Mediwitch (Madame Pomfrey) knew about my condition and were fully prepared to deal with it.

Fast-forward to my third year. Up until then I had been using the aforementioned oxygen tubes as well as a tank. They were Charmed so they weren't very heavy for me to lug around all the time. I also took Potions to help boost my immune system and learned some rather helpful spells that later proved to be a blessing. Well I guess it was only a matter of time before my body completely failed me. So... back to my third year... I got sick. I mean, I got REALLY sick. I had to be sent to St. Mungo's and everyone was afraid that I could die... Of course that had always been a possibility since the beginning; I wasn't given a long lifeline and as a matter of fact some of the Healers were kind of surprised that I was still alive at this point. Nothing seemed to work. They tried everything from more Potions to spells and even some controversial methods that I can't even mention because I gave my oath as a Wizard to protect their secrets.

Well my parents started planning my funeral and my older sister drifted further away from me in order to protect herself or something stupid like that, but obviously I didn't die. Cary Grant had spent years working on a Magical Pacemaker for me unbeknownest to everyone until he finally brought it in one hot summer day. They said that the operation could kill me; that it might not even work like he thought it would, but none of that mattered to us, the Fosters. I was dying anyway. Why not risk it all on one last shot? They fitted me with the Magical Pacemaker and it immediately began to take effect. It worked better than we thought it would; as a matter of fact, it even increased my level of physical activity. Shortly after that I began short exercises with Healers watching my every move. I jogged and did warm-ups like stretches. Of course I could never play Quidditch or anything like that, but I didn't complain. I'm not much into sports anyway -- I just enjoy watching them sometimes.

After I was outfitted with the implant things for me dramatically improved. Of course they weren't perfect because I still had to see the school nurse about once a week and take my Potions, but it was probably about as good as it was going to get. The rest of my time at Hogwarts passed uneventfully and my test results for the OWLs and NEWTs were impressive."

-Thamuel hands you a small sheet of paper-
OWLs:
+ Ancient Runes: E
+ Arithmancy: O
+ Astronomy: E
+ Care of Magical Creatures: E
+ Charms: O
+ Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
+ Divination: A
+ Herbology: O
+ History of Magic: A
+ Muggle Studies: O
+ Potions: O
+ Transfiguration: E
NEWTs
+ Arithmancy: O
+ Charms: O
+ Care of Magical Creatures: E
+ Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
+ Herbology: O
+ History of Magic: E
+ Muggle Studies: O
+ Potions: O
+ Transfiguration: E

"Right... Where was I? Oh yes... Even though I graduated during my sixth year, I couldn't become a Healer until I was seventeen so I tutored under Madame Pomfrey until my birthday. When I finally reached St. Mungo's I wanted to be on the Second Floor at first, but my superiors prevented it because of my weak immune system. I guess they didn't want to risk me catching an illness or disease on top of the medical condition I already had so I fell back on Plan B. I interned on the Fourth Floor until Death Eaters took over...

So now we come to another interesting part in my life. My parents were huge supporters of the Order and they were Muggle-activists, which basically labeled them as blood traitors. They were both Purebloods. My mother came from a long line of Graysons who lived over in America, but she herself moved here because of a job offering. She was a curse-breaker and a new opening at Gringotts Wizarding Bank intrigued her. My father, Kaleb Matthias Foster, was what some people would call an accountant, only his profession wasn't Muggle in nature for the most part. He loved mathematics and Arithmancy and used both of those skills to his advantage in being a kind of legal consultant for whoever needed one. He didn't care about who had Magic and who didn't; who was Pureblood and who wasn't; rich or poor, it never mattered to him. I guess you could say that their teachings reflect on my own personality sometimes.

ANYWAY, they were fairly old when they had both Judy and myself; older than most couples are, but Magic was a blessing. They were in their nineties when they were brutally murdered by a group of Death Eaters. Apparently my father had stepped on a few toes and being a blood traitor is a heinous crime these days... I'm not entirely sure what happened to them since I wasn't there, but my sister was the one who contacted me about their deaths. After we attended their funeral, we made a pact between ourselves that strengthened our previous bond. We once again grew close despite my own impending demise...

Judy and I still aren't very close though (like some siblings are), but she's twelve years older than me so I don't mind too much. Shortly after the shock wore off, Death Eaters took over St. Mungo's and I was forced into hiding. I was afraid that they would pin me for another traitor because of my name and maybe I am in their terms, but I'd rather live for as long as I can. Which brings me to my position in this god-forsaken war.

I support the Order, but I'm not a true member yet. I think that anyone with enough brains would want to destroy Voldemort for good and I'm not opposed to helping the cause either, even though it might go against my pledge. You see, we Healers are forbidden to kill anyone in both cold blood or otherwise. I've taken refuge in the few camps that have popped up over the last few years that usually hold Half-Bloods or Muggleborns. I'm not physically strong because of my condition and I can't last very long in a fight so my roll is more behind-the-scenes...

Now did I leave anything out? Oh yeah, I almost forgot, lately my Magical Pacemaker has been acting up. It doesn't work as good as it used to in my younger years (gosh, I feel so old whenever I say something like that) and as a result I tend to have more problems. I get sick easily so I use minor Charms such as the Bubble-Head one to protect my nose and mouth from anything airborne and of course I still take my Potions. Let's see... I take a Nutrient supplement two times a day because if I didn't then my body wouldn't get enough food. I also use a mild version of Strengthening Solution, which not only helps boost my immune system but also aides me through my other normal day-to-day activities. At night I dose myself with a drop of Sleeping Draught because my brain is ALWAYS on. It's like... I can't stop myself from thinking and it's hard for me to get any rest otherwise.

I've been trying to figure out how the Magical Pacemaker works so I can fix it because I find myself having a cough fit about once a day or more. It's never been this bad before. Unfortunately for me and everyone involved really, Cary Grant didn't leave any notes behind or anything to explain what to do in case the implant starts to fail. It's basically a touch-and-go process, but I try not to let it show. I hate it when people start to pity me because of my medical condition so I hide it as best as I can...

I should also probably mention that despite all of my intelligence and prowess with Healing, the rest of my Magical ability is rather weak or limited. I've never been very strong in most defensive or offensive spells, which is yet another reason why I've decided against actively joining the Order, but I suppose every organization needs at least one doctor so hit me up if you have any good connections, okay? These days I spend most of my time in the Refugee camps either tending to the sick and wounded or researching. I'm becoming more of a workaholic than I ever was in Hogwarts, which in this case is a bad thing. Unlike the other times when stress and pressure seemed to do my body some good, now it appears to be doing the opposite. I loathe the day when my body will fail me once again and I feel like it's about to happen again.

I don't necessarily fear death. After all of these years death is one of my closest friends. I was on the Incurable Ward at St. Mungo's for the longest time in the beginning and a lot of my friends weren't as strong or determined as I happen to be (mentally) so they passed on to a better place and then of course my parents were killed. So I'm not afraid to die despite what you might think; however, I would prefer to have a long and happy life beforehand with me achieving all of my dreams. I don't enjoy being sick though and I desperately wish there was something that could be done about it, but I can't have everything so I've learned to live with it. The constant pain; the lack of sleep; the general ache throughout my whole body... It's kind of all second nature now."

-Thamuel pauses again-
-Then he coughs, a racking sort of sound that leaves him gasping for air-
-And he wipes his lips with a handkerchief-
-When he finally pulls it away, you notice the blood-

"Oh, that.... Heh. Well, I told you my lungs were scarred, but a better term would be tattered. You see the wounds there, because of the ineffectiveness of spells and Potions in regard to my condition, haven't properly healed. Whenever I cough, I often bring up blood. Blech. It tastes pretty nasty to be honest with you. But, oh no, don't look so concerned because it's not that bad really compared to other things I've been through and I can tough it out.

Well, that's it. I think I've told you pretty much all you need to know. Have I bored you yet? I'm sorry if I got off-track a little bit there, but hopefully it made enough sense that you were able to understand it and with any luck I've answered your questions without you even needing to ask them. Haha. Seriously though, if you want more information then don't hesitate to bring it up. I have a pretty open personality and I don't mind sharing. Come to think of it though, I haven't really told anyone my life story yet.... until now, anyway. Thanks for listening. Okay, I promise I'll shut up now and let you get a word in edge wise.

BUT, before you start, could you maybe give me a glass of water please?"

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At least it was a Saturday so Thamuel didn't have to worry about missing class and he had already finished his homework the night before, which was definitely a plus. He had been feeling a little unwell since Thursday though. He should have seen the nurse right away, but he hadn't. Perhaps he had hoped that it would just blow over like it was supposed to; however, such instances rarely occurred for the teen. He was starting to feel it now and he knew it was time to throw in the towel.

Thamuel reached the Hospital Wing without incident and years of experience had taught him what to do. He hopped up on one of the spare beds and waited for Madame Pomfrey to look him over. Sometimes she asked him to take off his shirt and sometimes not... It all depended on what was wrong... So Thamuel didn't feel comfortable enough removing it himself. He knew he was painfully thin - his ribs were slightly prominent - and he hated it when the other patients stared. He didn't want them to think ill of him because he certainly wasn't anorexic or anything. The Ravenclaw could have very well diagnosed himself (he knew enough to do so, after all), but it would be hard for him to get his hands on the proper Potion(s) and he didn't know everything. It was just better to wait in most cases.[/ul] [/font][/size]

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