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#1 Emory Kettleburn

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.

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