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Post by THAMUEL FOSTER on Feb 13, 2011 5:00:36 GMT 2
The Refugee Camp was a bustling place full of activity. There was always something that needed to be done there and often enough Thamuel Foster found himself tending to the wounded. Those who were willing to fight against Voldemort and the Death Eaters usually got injured as a result, but they couldn't go to St. Mungo's since the hospital was about as dangerous as battling itself. They therefor came to the Refugee Camps instead and were usually accepted with open arms, even if some didn't stay for long.
In this god-forsaken war it was important to be accepting no matter any previous misconceptions about blood purity and all of that nonsense. The young red-haired Healer wouldn't exactly be opposed to treating someone who had the Dark Mark as long as that person no longer served Voldemort and was in fact working for the 'Greater Good.' He knew they were spies everywhere though, but he still tried to view the whole situation in a positive light. Although he wasn't a fully qualified Healer, Thamuel knew plenty to be a huge help and he seemed to be among the minority of those who had went into hiding. Some days it was grueling work and he found himself having more patients than he could handle, but he never complained about it nor did he neglect anyone because of this. On the other hand some days were downright dull and there was nothing for him to do except go back to his research.
Over time the Refugee Camp had built a smallish hospital that kind of resembled St. Mungo's in a lot of ways, except it wasn't as big and it was there that Foster spent much of his time... Even when he didn't have to worry about treating the injured or ill. It was a somewhat quiet place compared to the rest of the community so it was the best area in which to do his research. Thamuel leaned back in his chair as he looked over his notes concerning the Magical Pacemaker in his chest that seemed to be failing him now after years of it being there and working perfectly. He sighed somewhat to himself as he placed a hand on his chin, one finger going across his mouth in a thoughtful posture.
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Tag: Open
Words: 380
Location: Refugee Camp; Healing Center
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Post by cassiejayce on Feb 14, 2011 0:49:56 GMT 2
"ugh, why couldn't i just apperate here? it'd been a lot easier!" Cassie said as she hoofed it into the Wooded area that held the refuges. She was bringing supplies and news, alas it wasn't ever anything good. "no change, Voldermort's still in control." that was all she ever said.
It Disheartened her to have to report no changes, and she herself was thinking of just giving up. it was better then having to deal with the bad part of being a newspaper. The sadness in her eyes would have to be hidden with a smile for the kids there, often they looked to her for candy and special treats.
Thamuel Foster.... that was Cassie's real reason for coming up there. she had heard of his loyalties to the order, and she'd brought some fire whiskey and butter beer for him to dole out. 17 bottles of each to be exact, in her magical backpack. it was the least she could do. maybe give the former students in hiding a semblance of normalicy, and for a little while have company her own age. Well, ok. so Tham was 5 years older then her, but she enjoyed to have a convo with him. She walked up to the healing center, if you could call it that. it was a makeshift building, a tent actually. "tham?" she called as she approached the center. "it's Cassandra malfoy! i come bearing supplies!" She knew what would occur next... the question.
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Post by NALEAN KAILYN SILVERSTAR on Feb 14, 2011 12:33:28 GMT 2
 Nalean was bored, simple as that. Silisia had left in a huff after the stranger had appeared in her house. He had of course left soon after that and Connor, well who knew where he was at the moment. He could be in Russia for all she knew, and to be honest she knew very little about Connor other than the fact him and Silisia were old school friends. She glanced around the room that Connor had showed her to before leaving to go to god knows where. It was furnished in a manner similar to the rest of the house, old but comfortable. The large cupboard was now filled with her clothes and old textbooks from Hogwarts. A tattered copy of "Hogwarts A history" lay on the bedside table and "Quidditch through the ages" lay half hidden under the bed.
Nalean herself was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, not sure what to do with herself. Silisia and Connor had left a few hours ago and had yet to return. She had no idea when they would return, neither of them had said what time to expect them. She sighed and sat up, running her fingers through her hair, attempting to detangle the tangles that had formed. She stood up deciding she could not just stay here waiting for someone to comeback, she could be waiting for days for all she knew. She might as well get to know the lay of the land that surrounded Silisia's farm. She walked out the front door and muttered "Alohamora", locking the door. She walked down the driveway and walked in the direction of where the refugee camp apparently lay.
Reaching the refugee camp was a mission in itself but Nalean was glad that at the distraction the journey there gave her. She walked through the camp, noticing the large number of witches and wizards living in the camp. All of them unable to return home, due to the rise of Voldemort. She saw a girl walk into a tent with what looked like Firewhisky and Butterbeer. As she got within earsho she heard the girl say to some one in the tent 'I come bearing supplies'. This made Nalean frown, butterbeer and firewhisky was hardly supplies. "Are you sure you brought the right supplies?" she asked and walked into the tent. "Or is this just a very well disguised bar?" she asked with a thoughtful look on her face. Judging by what was inside the tent it was most likely the hospital of the refugee camp. Nalean was fairly certain that firewhisky and butterbeer would do little to help cure those who were sick or injured.
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Post by THAMUEL FOSTER on Feb 22, 2011 18:41:00 GMT 2
Thamuel paged through his notebook for a moment, only scanning over the words that were written there. He was missing something - something important - but just he couldn't figure out what it was. It frustrated him to no end. He glanced up when he heard his name being called from outside the Healing Center and he stopped what he was doing for a moment. The one thing that he loved more than work was talking to people, especially with those that he considered friends. He couldn't help but to smile slightly when he recognized the voice; it was Cassie Malfoy. The young man stood and approached the entrance.
Before he could say anything to Cassie though, another girl came to the Healing Center; Nalean Silverstar, whom he did not know well. "Are you sure you brought the right supplies? Or is this just a very well disguised bar?" Thamuel chuckled at that, looking over the supplies though he had to agree. Butterbeer and Firewhiskey would hardly help... He needed Medicines and Potions; Magical and Muggle because he knew how to use both. He supposed that he could dose someone with the Firewhiskey since alcohol might block out the pain for a while; however, it wasn't exactly the brightest idea. There was no guarantee how someone would act under the influence. Some people got happy while others got depressed and a few even got angry or abusive.
"I think you want that tent over there, Cassie." He gestured vaguely towards the center of camp.
They did have a sort of bar/eatery, like the Leaky Cauldron or the Three Broomsticks. Thamuel pulled back a flap of the Healing Center's tent and tacked it on one of the poles. The cool breeze from outside would air the place out nicely and it did much to improve his condition. He then eyed Cassie, assessing her mentally for any injuries and upon finding nothing of interest there, he moved his attention to Nalean next and was met with the same diagnosis. He couldn't help but to raise his eyebrows slightly at that, wondering why either of them was here.
"May I help you Nalean? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
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Tag: Cassie; Nalean
Words: 364
Location: Refugee Camp; Healing Center
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Post by cassiejayce on Feb 24, 2011 0:42:15 GMT 2
Cassie grinned as she took out the bottles "i transfigured the food items into empty bottles. the full ones are medical stuff I figured you guys could use some food, cause K rations must not taste so well and i promised more medical supplies." She said. " so can i come in and transfigure some of the full bottles?"
Cassie wanted to talk to tham, she needed someone to take a look at the little guy/girl, and tham was a former healer. "please tham? i walked all the way here, and i'm scared right now. I can't go back just yet, they'll figure out i took the food! Kreacher doesn't mind me taking empty bottles, but today i had to ask him to help me get the food transfigured and he agreed and i had to grab my backpack and i swear they know i was going up here, i made sure i wasn't followed!" Cassie said half hysterical. Hysterics were not good for Cassie, that and coffee. "please Tham?" she begged again. "please i promise no more stealing things, no more transfiguring things! nothing! i will take it easy and no more coffee!"
Cassie was rambling on, she was so scared and worried that she'd been followed that the tent started to spin, and sway and Before you knew it, Cassie's eyes rolled backwards and she Collapsed to the rather, Damp, Muddy, Rich Brown ground. She had climbed up the hill against the doctors orders, but hell she had supplies to delivery
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Post by NALEAN KAILYN SILVERSTAR on Feb 26, 2011 18:05:41 GMT 2
Nalean looked at the girl with a look of irritation. Of course how convenient of her to transfigure food and medicine into bottles of butterbeer and firewhisky. “Last time I checked the camp was getting food from surrounding farms and judging by the fact that I see more scared than starving children here, they are not living on k rations” she snapped. “Besides I’m sure the order wouldn’t appreciate it that you’re stealing their food” she added knowing she would be ticked off if someone stole her food, even if it was for a good cause. She yawned and realized how mean that had sounded. “Sorry but I haven’t gotten much sleep lately and I tend to get crabby when I’m tired.” She said apologetically, not caring how weak her excuse sounded.
She frowned when the man addressed her, calling her by her name. She couldn’t recall ever meeting him before though. Possibly the lack of sleep was affecting her memory as well as her mood. “I’m sorry but I can’t ever recall meeting you before” she said with a small apologetic smile on her face. “And no, I don’t need anything. I thought I might just check out the refugee camp as I’m staying at my aunt’s farm” she added. She wasn’t sure how bad things were in the camp but she was fairly certain that there was enough food at the moment in the camp. The camp didn’t look as though it had more people than what it could cope with at the moment.
Nalean just stood there, not sure what to do when the girl suddenlt fainted after ranting hysterically. She had never fainted before so had no idea what to do when a person fainted. She looked at the red headed male, expecting him to know what to do. “Well I don’t know what to do” she said. She was certain he would know what to do, otherwise what in Merlin’s name was he doing working in a hospital in a refugee camp. She stood there, looking uncertain of what to do, and just plain uncomfortable with the whole situation. She looked around the tent, trying to see if she could see anything that might be of use. A blanket and pillow might help make it look as though the girl had just simply fallen asleep, but it wouldn’t really help the situation at all. She sighed, she was on the verge of simply walking out and leaving the man to take care of the fallen girl by himself.
OOC: sorry for the short crappy post. I had no muse
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Post by THAMUEL FOSTER on Feb 27, 2011 19:47:14 GMT 2
Thamuel raised his eyebrows at Cassie. "I can assure you the refugees here aren't living off of K rations... We have several farms nearby that help support us." The people were scared, but they weren't starving. They weren't exactly living like royalty either. This definitely wasn't Hogwarts. "Why did you steal it? You know how I feel about that."
He frowned for a moment. He couldn't believe that the younger girl could be so bold. He seriously doubted the Order would support her after they learned that she was sneaking away supplies. He shook his head as he listened to her rant some more. She was in hysterics; he recognized the signs. The young redhead was rather shocked when Cassie suddenly fainted. Completely ignoring Nalean for the moment, he jumped into action. Thamuel levitated her into the Healing Center proper with a couple waves of his wand and some muttering under his breath; once he had her on one of the makeshift beds, he used a simple Diagnostic Charm to figure out what was wrong aside from the obvious.
The results made him blink. She was pregnant. That only served to increase Thamuel's worries. Something else was wrong though... Her heart was beating irregularly. It could have just been because of the baby (hormones did crazy things, after all), but he didn't think so. Maybe it was the coffee that had caused her to faint or the exercise in order to reach the refugee camp; however, when the rhythm remained the same for a few moments, he ruled those two options out as well. Often enough irregular heart beats solved themselves and it was always best to wait a bit before jumping to conclusions. Thamuel waved his wand over Cassie's heart as he got ready to cast the only spell that might help, assuming if the condition wasn't serious anyway...
"Epipectus." He then shifted the pillow somewhat so that Cassie would be more comfortable. He wasn't going to wake her up unless it was absolutely necessary. "There, that should do it..." As soon as he finished, he turned back to the other woman in the tent. "So... What are you doing here? The Healing Center is hardly the first place most people would go when looking around..."
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Tag: Cassie; Nalean
Words: 374
Location: Healing Center; Refugee Camp
Notes: Epi - To repair; Pectus - heart; Epipectus - To repair the heart. All medical information was checked with Cassie beforehand. |
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