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#1 Emory Kettleburn

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Posted 10 January 2017 - 03:41 AM

Fall, go on and fall apart

So far, motivation had been hard to come by this year -- he had always worked himself to the limit, and what for? He felt like all of the work he did went unnoticed and unappreciated; certainly, his parents had never praised any of the Os that he constantly received. And how could they? They were barely even around to notice his achievements. He also felt like the school never noticed him, the quiet boy who always sat in the back of the classroom, achieving perfect marks. The temptation to rebel, to do something drastic this year was definitely there. What could he do though? Nothing seemed good enough. He could cut his hair, wear all black makeup, mess up in class, or pull a drastic prank or stunt. But those just seemed like temporary or ordinary things. Nothing that would achieve him notoriety like others in his family.

But of course, his conscious had always held him back; the inner voice had never allowed him to go and truly be reckless like his great uncle, Silvanus Kettleburn. Sure he usually went along with whatever Tarquin and Connor wanted to do, but only to a point. He knew what line not to cross and he never did. But his thoughts, the desire to rebel, had been eating at him this term, consuming him quickly with stress until he quickly found himself delirious with a fever not more than one week into the term.

Somehow, inexplicably, he had made it to here, forgetting that he was jealous of Tarquin and that he had caused their latest rift. How he had made it to the hospital wing, however, he really didn't know. He felt like his head was somehow not connected with his body, like it was floating off in space, that was how lightheaded he was. His cheeks were flushed - he hadn't realized how high the fever was until just now. His words were mumbled and his face was swollen as he entered, clenching his ribs - he had fallen down a few times before arriving, bruising his ribs. "Tarq." It was the only thing he said before he passed out.

Out Of Character Form:
Patient Name, House & Year: Emory Kettleburn, Slytherin, Seventh
Gender: Male
Blood Type & Species: (Pureblood, Halfblood, Muggleborn)(Human, Werewolf, Goblin, Giant, Veela) Half-blood. Human.
Have you been treated in the wing before? (just so the staff know whether we know you by name or not already) Yes

What VH Year & Term/Week does this RP take place: VH34, Term 1, Week 1
Time of Day (Morning, Afternoon, Evening, Night, After Curfew?) Evening
Damage Location: (Entire body or certain parts? BE SPECIFIC [we need to know how/where to treat you]) He has a fever and his face is swollen and he can't really talk - it comes out as more of a mumble. Also has some bruised ribs.
Damage type: (Spells cast, Potion/poison, Fall, etc.. Give us as much information as possible so we can RP accurately with you.) He fell as a result of his fever.
Summarize: (what exactly were you doing when you got your injury? Give us as much information as possible so we can RP accurately with you.) He's had his malady for about a day - since he woke up in the morning.
Other: (Is there anything we should watch out for? Give us as much information as possible so we can RP accurately with you.) Requesting Tarquin as the healer please.

#2 Tarquin Pomfrey-Corner

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Posted 24 January 2017 - 04:51 AM

The Hospital Wing was quiet. It was a rare occurrence but Tarquin wasn’t going to complain. He would rather spend the time looking up new dueling spells or doing his homework so that he could use the rest of his time to duel. He had already done everything on the Hospital Wing Assistant to-do list so he had an excuse to use the time as he wanted until his shift was over. He went to sit down at the desk near the door. It held the paperwork for students to fill out and a basket with candy that they could take on their way out. He placed his bag on it and took out his planner (he hated having one but his parents would kill him if he forgot to do something).


Flipping through the pages, he found the homework he had left to complete. Just one essay. That wasn’t bad. He pulled out the books he’d need for it and got parchment, quill, and ink ready. He was just finishing the introduction when the doors of the room opened and a familiar form came in. Emory said his nickname and then collapsed to the floor. “Emory!” Tarquin said, jumping up from his seat and going to his best friend’s side. They’d had a fight but that didn’t matter. They had always been friends. They’d always be friends.


The Ravenclaw picked his friend up, unsure of how he managed it, and laid him on a bed. He then started checking him. His face was swollen so Tarquin took his temperature and saw that he had a fever. He let his hand linger on the Slytherin’s forehead before brushing his hair out of his eyes. “I’ll be right back,” he said despite Emory being unable to hear him say that.


He hurried to the storage room to get a potion. He carefully measured out the right dosage into a goblet and went back to Emory. He got ready to wake his best friend up when he saw the boy stir. “Emory, I’m here. You’re going to be okay.” He placed the potion on the side table and sat down next to Emory. Emory had to be okay. Tarquin didn’t know what he’d do without him. He was sure this was the flu or something like it but being so close to his patient, it made it harder to put his worries aside. He needed Emory to be okay.

#3 Emory Kettleburn

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Posted 01 February 2017 - 03:09 AM

Where was he? Had he made it to the hospital wing? He vaguely remembered that he had but he didn't have confirmation until he heard his best friend's voice. Then he was certain that he was in the hospital wing despite how out of it he really was.

His eyes blinked open as he stirred. He didn't see Tarquin at first but he knew his best friend was there by his words. "Tarq," he mumbled again as the potion was set down next to him. "I'm sorry." He wasn't the most coherent he had ever been but he knew he had to get these words out, even sick. "For this summer I mean." His eyes closed again because he was tired but he was certain his friend would take care of him. He had always meant to visit Tarquin in the hospital wing ever since he had gotten the position of hospital wing assistant but somehow, he never had. He had always avoided it for one reason or another. One of those reasons being that he disliked the hospital wing. He had always thought that it smelled funny. Plus it was full of germs and he didn't need more chances to get sick as it was.

Of course, he had never been able to fully avoid the hospital wing either. Emory definitely had his fair share of visits here over the years especially when they were younger. His mind always flashed back to the time in first year when he and Tarquin had dueled consecutively even though he had been sick.

He felt very similar to that now.

"I, I was jealous," he continued to ramble on in his fevered delirious state. "And I shouldn't have been. I just," he trailed off not finishing. It was partly due to the fever and partly because he didn't know what else to say at the moment. He was exhausted and he hadn't felt this bad since the first year.

Emory turned his neck in the bed then to get a better look at his surroundings but it only made him dizzy. "Best friends should be supportive. I wasn't." He was not worthy of Tarquin's friendship. He was, all things considered, a terrible friend.

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