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Euphemia Macrae

“Ryan?” Eppy stared into the mirror at her own reflection. Ryan’s face no longer staring back at her.

 

Unable to tell her best friend all she had overheard, Eppy swore. Richard was hurt but how bad she did not know. Was the casualty reported? The tiny witch wasn’t focusing on her job like she should’ve been, her heart beating rapidly in her chest and her two-way mirror that was clutched in her hand now useless. She discarded it angrily, forehead furrowed in frustration. “I just...I just have to check something. I have to..." Her sentence was unfinished, the words left hanging in the air as she continued her desperate search. Eyes scanning the room and coming up empty. As much as she wanted to, Eppy knew she couldn't leave the hall. 

 

There were others there too. Desperately wondering, searching and hoping like she was. The Healers who had answered the call now looking for their children. 

 

Thankful for the other more experienced Healers present, they had faced horrors like this before but as the Eppy looked around the Great Hall and at all the injured students she brought a hand to her mouth. Her eyes met @Marius Constantin's, a colleague that had been at Hogwarts the same time she had been who had present the last time Hogwarts experienced a werewolf attack. 

 

She never thought her return to Hogwarts would be for something like this. What could she say about this?

 

The Ministry and Hogwarts had once again failed these children. 

 

Euphemia pushed her anger aside, trying to ignore the rage coursing through her tiny body. Although it was what would keep her going, it was what gave the young woman the courage and need to run straight into the belly of the beast and aide those in need. With a huff, she pulled her messy blonde hair into a bun and tried to push the thoughts of Richard to the back of her mind, swallowing her emotions she reached a tender hand out to the injured student before her and began her assessment. "You're going to be okay. I'm going to help you, I promise."

 

The former Gryffindor felt a heaviness in her heart. The usual life and vibrance of Hogwarts (a place she had once called home) was now coloured like a waking nightmare. The windows were smashed, broken, the floor bloodied. It was unfair and cruel that these young students had to experience a horror like this.

 

Eppy knew all too well what a horror like this could do to innocent minds. 

 

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This thread takes place in the Great Hall on the evening of the attacks. 

 

The Healers have been summoned to Hogwarts to tend to the injured. Whether your character is conscious or unconscious they can be taken to any of the Healers in the Great Hall. First years and those who were on the grounds and injured during the attacks will be escorted to the Great Hall from their respective Safe Zones to be tended to by the Healers. 

 

Please include a summary of your injuries at the end of your post. 

 

This thread is now open ❤️ 

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Behati Gadot

She’d been unconscious for most of the attacks, as well as the heroic saving of all the students by the Aurors, once she’d crashed to the ground of the Quidditch Pitch and got her chest turned into a scratching post by a werewolf. Someone, however, must have maneuvered her body into the Great Hall—probably the man who had bandaged her up and tried to set her broken arm in a splint—because when she finally came to, Behati found herself laying on a makeshift cot on a table in the Great Hall. Her vision was bleary, and she tried not to breathe too hard because the pain in her chest made expanding her lungs all the more painful. She couldn’t even move her neck to see the bloodied floors all around her. But, it was best that she didn’t, because had she been able to see the debris and blood all around her, she would have gone into panic mode and only made her injuries worse.

 

While awake, Bee groaned, and squeezed her eyes shut. The brightness of the Great Hall was a stark contrast to the darkness of the sky on the Quidditch Pitch. She felt like she was being overstimulated. “Mmm oooooh,” she whined, now being more aware of the pain thrumming through her body like electricity. Everything hurt: her back, her still broken arm, her chest, and her bloody head was absolutely throbbing. She started to cry softly because any more effort would be too painful for her. “Somebody help.”

 

Behati’s got numerous scratches across her chest above her boobs, a broken left arm, a very sore back, and a headache.

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Euphemia Macrae

It was cruel, so cruel that a teenage girl was so brutally injured before her crying and begging for help. It took everything within Eppy to not start crying on the spot and the woman (because she was almost twenty-five now) had to be the adult. She'd healed children before, most younger than Hogwarts age but this was while volunteering at the Magical Paediatrics Clinic near Diagon Alley and it was simple things. The Healer would joke with them, comfort them and always send the away when they had a smile on her face.

 

The young girl in front of her didn't have much to smile about and Eppy hushed her softly.

 

"Don't move too much," Eppy kept her voice gentle. She grabbed her wand, waving it and conjuring a makeshift curtain for modesty before placing the wand back in her bun.

 

Thankful that somebody had the good sense to bandage this girl earlier but the scratch marks on her chest looked nasty. She would tend to those first, as best she could. powdered silver and Dittany. She noted by the colours of her blood stained robes (blood stained, Eppy grimaced) that she was a Hufflepuff. "What is your name? I see you're a Hufflepuff." Conversation was key when doing these things, not only to keep the young girl conscious but to distract her from the pain she may feel—especially as Eppy placed the mixture on her wounds before casting the bandaging spell, placing the girls robes back on her. 

 

Magical Healing might've surpassed Muggle in some methods but it didn't mean the process was painless and Euphemia advised the semi conscious Hufflepuff. "So this is going to hurt a bit. Tell me if it's too much okay?" Eppy reached for her Ash wand, tucked safely in the bun atop her head and looked to the girls left arm, carefully removing the splint. A fracture, not a simple one though but one that would not need the girl to go through the painful process of removing and then regrowing bones. 

 

The charm was simple enough to cast but the process of magically healing a limb wasn't a comfortable one for the injured. Eppy watched as the girls mangled arm mended, distracting her with conversation. "One of my best friends was a Hufflepuff. The toughest woman I've ever known as well," she smiled. Harbor Zidler certainly wasn't soft and squishy or the typical Hufflepuff stereotype. 

 

Eppy didn't know the girl laying on the makeshift cot before her but she had a gut feeling that she wasn't your cliche Hufflepuff either. 

 

"I have a potion for you as well." She reached for it, almost knocking over several over in her haste. The blonde cursed under her breath and caught it before it hit the floor. Clumsy yes, but she still had her Quidditch reflexes. "Here. It should help with the shock and pain."

 

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@Behati Gadot - Eppy has healed your broken left arm and given you a potion for your pain and shock. This will also act as a calming agent. 

 

She has also placed a mixture of powdered silver and Dittany on those nasty scratches and bandaged them. As they are cursed injuries, they'll never full be healed but she has done her best. If you'd like to, please reply again and I'll happily respond.

 

Feel free to reach out to me if I've missed anything or you'd like anything changed. 

Edited by Euphemia Macrae

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Radueriel Benson

From where he slept, head nestled on @Simon Reed's firm, Quidditch-shaped abdomen, the tiniest third-year Slytherin missed the battle's horrible end. Though that throbbing green light had lulled him to sleep and twisted itself through his dreams, which were fervid and rotten, the snarl of a werewolf, warm spittle in his face, he knew not what it had meant, was unplagued for the moment by its dreadful implications.

 

Instead, he watched his friend's body crumple to the floor again, and again, and again, felt the frustration and the magic build in him, helpless, so helpless, until his not-quite exquisite not-yet corpse exploded from it.

 

Rinse, repeat. 

 

While the two boys dozed, the werewolves who had not been slaughtered were beaten back. The panicked chaos of the fray calmed and then became another, newer kind of chaos, that of unprepared triage. Somebody, some Auror whose face Radueriel would never see, levitated the bubble containing them over to one of the impromptu stations. When the bubble popped, gently depositing the pair on the floor of the Great Hall, his eyes slowly opened, less than thrilled about their task. 

 

The woman standing above him seemed miles away. For a moment, all Rad could think about was the dull pain of what might have been a concussion rattling around his skull like a stack of heavy textbooks flying around the back of a disorganized student's car as he makes a hard left turn, and then the sharper, stronger pain (the cheddar, as it were, to the headache's Havarti) of his broken arm. His second thought was for Simon, however -- the memory of a marionette in Ravenclaw colours slamming into the ground barreled through him like a bullet, pulling a gasp out from his split lips. 

 

Rad shot up to his feet, and regretted this immediately, for the pain in his arm doubled, but he paid no mind, looking down, instead, at the beautiful and terribly serene face of Simon Reed. Back down again, now he knelt, cradling his broken arm into his chest and using the other hand to cup at his friend's cheek. He noticed, for the first time, the ragged wound that cut through the fabric of the Ravenclaw's sleeve. Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. This was all his fault. 

 

It seemed as though, during his sleep, his well of tears had managed to refill itself, for once again his cheeks were warm and wet, the tears darkening Simon's shirt with splotches. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "It should have been me." Then, without looking up at the woman, whom he intuitively trusted like he'd known her all his life, he said, "Is he going to be okay? I think his knee is broken."

 

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Simon Reed has a shattered knee and a werewolf claw wound on his arm. Radueriel has a broken arm, a mild concussion, and a heaping platter of survivor's guilt. :wub:

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Aurora Andrews

the mention of celeste was allowed and discussed ty

 

It was with shaky legs that the redhead found herself standing on with the help of Celeste, the werewolves were gone and while she could be relieved at that singular thought, the damage was done and she didn't think any of them would ever be the same again. It was equally as hard for Aurora to focus on any one thing, even as her blonde best friend tried to nudge her in one direction, she was far more concerned about the whereabouts of her friends - the ones she had gone through it all together with and now suddenly they were all split up and it all felt very wrong.

 

"But - but - Cel - what about everyone else?? I need to know if Juju is going to be okay. And - and Hazel."

 

"They'll get help, we are getting your stupid arm fixed first okay!" From the blood loss and the pain, the redhead found herself not in her best state to argue with Celeste. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was that nothing was going to stop the blonde from getting her help. And if she dug deep inside of her, she found the acts of her friend far more endearing than she had expected.

 

It was when they reached a healing station that Aurora caught the forms of both Simon and Rad, and with that, she was certain it took every ounce of her best friend's strength to keep the redhead from running straight to the two of them. With the pain in her back reminding her she'd moved too much, she'd let Celeste ease her down to the ground once more.

 

But by that point, all Aurora could see was the two boys.

 

"Are you guys okay? Is Simon??" Everything in her body wanted to reach out, but the redhead resisted if only for the sad boy clutching him. "Please be okay." She whispered quietly knowing he was unconscious and couldn't possibly hear her at all. It was only then that the redhead remembered her own injuries and the copious amount of bleeding that was still occurring. Aurora couldn't help but think of the owl to her mum about needing a new uniform as she eyed up the sleeve of her shirt that was all but non-existent at that point.

 

Rory has a broken right arm that is also heavily scratched up thanks to a werewolf using her as a rope toy. Her back and head also hurt because said wolf also slammed her into the ground. And you know 10000000x of guilt and trauma also. yeehaw.

 

 

Edited by Aurora Andrews

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Euphemia Macrae

"I'll be back with you soon." She left @Behati Gadot with the potion, giving her uninjured hand a squeeze and moved towards the two young boys who had just arrived. There were several others in makeshift cots around her, all needed healing but the number of injured outnumbered the healers that had answered to call to Hogwarts. It was overwhelming and Eppy paused for just a moment to collect herself. She would not cry, she would not bloody cry when these kids needed her. 

 

One of the newcomers—a small Slytherin boy—attempted to get to his feet and Eppy hurried forward just as the boy collapsed back to the ground, holding his arm to his chest. Another broken arm. "I got you. I got you," she tried to sound as comforting as she could, her own voice wavering as she noticed his tears and the way he held onto his friend. "Stay where you are. My name is Eppy and i'll look after you—both of you. What is your name?" Wand back in hand she performed the same charm she had on Behati minutes earlier, instructing the small broken boy that it may hurt just a bit but his arm would be healed.

 

As for the trauma he had just experienced, Eppy wished she could heal that but could only provide him comfort. "Here," she reached for a Calming Draught (from her own stash, the stash that @Ryan Fowler brewed especially for Eppy's young patients at the clinic) and handed it to him. "I need you to drink all of it and for you to rest alright? You're very brave for standing by your friend but I need you to give me some space, just a little bit, so I can get him healed too." She smiled gently, reaching a hand out and wiping at his tear stained cheek. "He's going to be okay. I promise, and I'm not one to every break promises." 

 

She had turned to @Simon Reed when @Aurora Andrews whispering caught her attention. These kids, not much older than she had been when she'd experienced the first of two attacks during her time at Hogwarts. She wanted to be angry, to march up to each and every professor here and scream at them about how they had failed again and again and again. Knowing that they would suffer the way she did when they didn't deserve this at all

 

But no, she had to keep her cool. She didn't need them to panic anymore than they already had. "Thank you for bringing your friend over," she nodded to the blonde girl and pressed her lips into a frown as the sweet red haired girl began to fret. "Is he your friend?" She asked Aurora. Eppy was seated on the ground too, not wanting to disrupt them or make them move more than they needed to. They were already all so exhausted. Ridding Simon of his robe and sweater sleeve, Eppy properly cleaned his wound before applying the powdered silver and Dittany. She sucked in a breath, it was nasty but at least he hadn't been bitten. 

 

"Ferula." Bandages wrapped around his arm and Eppy then tended to his knee, handing @Radueriel Benson another potion. "I've healed his knee and tended to his arm. This is for him. I need you to help me and make sure he drinks it all once he's conscious. It'll help with the blood loss." She smiled warmly at the boy, and went to help Aurora. 

 

"I'm Eppy. What is your name?" She asked, crouching down beside her and examining the nasty scratches on her right arm. It was fractured in several places and Eppy, once again, made sure to numb the pain as much as she could before tending to the scratches. "It's important to me to stop the bleeding first," she explained. It was best to talk through exactly what you were doing so they understood.  Eppy found that it lessened the panic and offered a distraction. "A mixture of powdered silver and Dittany does it. It'll sting but not too much." Unfortunately she couldn't take all the pain away as much as she wanted to. "Now I'm going to heal the fractures and then bandage your arm." Her ash wand in hand, she the charm in several places before bandaging Aurora up. "Ferula. Now this," she handed the Slytherin girl a potion. "This is for the blood loss. Drink it all, I know it doesn't taste very pleasant but you need to drink it all." Eppy said sternly, giving the girl gentle one armed hug before she got back to her feet. "Let me know if the pain starts to come back to much and I can give you something else for it." 

 

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Hey guys! I just want to thank you for sufficiently breaking my heart with your posts. 

 

@Radueriel Benson - I have healed your fractured arm and given you a Calming Draught, a special brew thanks to Ryan Fowler that'll help with your pain and will help you calm down. I also advise that you don't move too much given you're still a little shaky on your feet. 

 

@Simon Reed - Eppy has tended to your wounds and bandaged them. Your knee has been mended and Eppy will be back to give you something for the pain once you're conscious. She has also given Rad a potion for blood loss—please drink it, you lost a lot of blood and she doesn't want to worry about you even more than she is already ❤️

 

@Aurora Andrews - Eppy has tended to your scratches, mended your fractures and bandaged your arm. She's also helped the pain with a cheeky little charm—it doesn't take it all away but it helps substantially. The potion will help with the blood loss you have sustained.  

 

If there is anything you'd like me to change please let me know! Feel free to keep roleplaying in this thread as I'll respond frequently. 

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Prince A. Charming

Continued from here.

 

He was still unconscious, dreaming of his dead mother. It was better than any other dream he could have had. He missed her. Missed her voice, the smell of her perfume, the warmth of her hugs. When she had died of cancer, he had been shattered. He had wondered if he would ever be able to go on. But he’d been able to continue, finding solace in his sister and father. Then everything had changed again. He found out he was a wizard. He was shipped off to school. He was scared.

 

Atticus didn’t like magic. He was scared of it. Before Hogwarts, he had been a strong, confident, happy boy. He went to school and was a star football player. He had been hoping to get a scholarship to university and eventually go pro in the sport. That was all changed now, though. He was at a school he didn’t like, learning things he didn’t care about, yearning for his muggle life. He wanted to return to it and forget about the magical world (but keep the friends he had made, of course).

 

Over the summer, he’d begged his father to let him go back to muggle school. But the man hadn’t allowed it. So the Gryffindor had returned to Hogwarts. And where had it gotten him? Attacked by werewolves and nearing death. At least, in death, he might be reunited with his mother. At least, in death, he could be happy again. As he slipped further and further close to the unknown, he thought of his mother and her smile and how, above all, she could always make him happy.

 

*@Samuel Curtis has brought Atticus to the Great Hall/station so he might post.

 

INJURIES

-slashes to the neck (right)

-bite to shoulder (right)

-crushed bones in shoulder (right)

-slashes to face (right)

-snapped thigh bone (left)

-bite to the thigh (left)

-slashes across chest (left)

-bleeding out (everywhere)

Edited by Prince A. Charming

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Aurora Andrews

Aurora didn't know how she was supposed to feel or act as she sat there, watching the scene of the healers in action. She was, of course, happy that both boys were very much alive (if terribly injured), but the numbness that came with experiencing everything had started to slowly sink in. So while the younger Slytherin was distracted, the redhead focused her attention on the claw mark on her friend's arm and the pain she knew he had to have experienced. She knew he needed to be taken care of (as did all of them) but it was hard resisting the urge to not reach for his hand, or for any sort of physical contact.

 

She was forced to take her eyes off him as the healer turned her attention towards Simon, it took her a hard second to process the question asked, mostly as it reminded her of the past and how stupid the two of them had been. In the moment cutting him out of her life had seemed as though the smart thing to do but as she sat there on the ground, the two of them injured she couldn't believe how stupid she'd been - over a kiss with Hazel of all things.

 

"He's... he's my best friend but we had a fight and he doesn't know - he doesn't know that none of it matters anymore. He doesn't know." Aurora used her good hand to wipe away at her tears, she absolutely could not cry in front of someone she had just met. She took a breath, watching the healer work on him and knowing that her statement was the truth - she knew she would do whatever it took to keep Simon in her life, she would push those feelings for him as deep down in her as she needed to. 

 

"Aurora. Rory." She tried to return something akin to a smile for the healer before her was definitely one of the nicest people she'd encountered and reminded her a little of Hazel in retrospect. Aurora focused her attention on listening to Eppy as she explained what needed to be done as she did it, and the redhead knew Simon would have loved to be in the midst of this, listening and watching as the healers went to work, and the thought made her a little sad thinking about it.

 

"He wants to be a healer." She blurted out towards the end of being seen to. "He would have loved to seen healers in action."

 

Aurora took the potion from her hands, eyeing it up carefully as she did so. The redhead could never fully appreciate the wonders of potions when she considered some of the things that were involved in the creation of them. But never one to ignore orders, she pretended it was something delicious and tipped the contents down her throat.

 

"Cheers."

 

ugh

 

And with that Aurora tipped her head down to glance at Simon's still unconscious form, letting the fingers from her good arm gently run through his hair. She hoped that even from the depths of his state that it could bring him some comfort.

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Behati Gadot

Even if Behati had wanted to move (she hadn’t) she couldn’t. The pain that engulfed her was much too great to attempt any sort of movement. All she could do was take shallow breaths and squeeze her eyes shut to shut out the brightness of the room. Everything was hitting her at once: the smells, the lights, and the sounds of all the other injured students. If she’d been able to, Bee would’ve leaned over and thrown up all over this healer’s shoes. She’d never had a moment in her life prior to this moment when she’d been in such bad shape, and she hoped to God she’d never see herself in this position again.

 

“I’m... Behati,” the young Hufflepuff struggled to say against the pain in her body. Simply saying her name felt like it took all the effort in her. It was a good thing she was too far gone with pain to dwell on the fact that the scratches that the werewolf had given her would never fully heal, and she’d have to walk around hiding her chest for all eternity. That wasn’t to say that Bee was the sort of person who showed off her body frequently—or at all—but she did enjoy wearing tube tops in the summer that she would most likely have to put on hold now. Had she been lucid enough to dwell on that fact, she would’ve worked herself into a frenzy.

 

As the splint was being removed from her arm, Behati felt like she was on the verge of death. The pain that shot through her arm alone felt like it would be enough to kill her. “LEAVE IT ALONE LEAVE IT ALONE LEAVE IT ALONE!” She shouted—or tried to, rather. Tears prickled in her eyes and she cried for her mum. The rest of whatever the healer was saying was lost on Bee as she stared above her and cried silently.

 

She took the potion that was offered to her, then turned on her side (the non-injured one) and stared emptily into space. The sound of familiar voices, however, had her slowly sitting up. “Simon?!” Simon was hurt? But he wasn’t out on the Quidditch Pitch.

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Euphemia Macrae

There was only one Eppy and too many injured students. Her hazel eyes fell on the other healers around her, they were all just as frantic as she was. Even the Mediwizards and witches were stretched, moving frantically from station to station. "Behati," Eppy repeated. "That is a beautiful name." She tried to keep the girl distracted and when the girl started screaming in pain, the sound was barely there at all but Eppy still felt it, the way her face contorted in agony. "I'm so sorry, honey. I've cast another pain charm and hopefully that'll dull the pain some more. Try and rest okay?" 

 

"He's... he's my best friend but we had a fight and he doesn't know - he doesn't know that none of it matters anymore. He doesn't know." 

 

The words rattled around in her mind, throwing Eppy back to when she was seventeen years old and she had been separated from Ryan when the Death Eaters attacked. They'd had there fair share of disagreements during the time they'd spent at Hogwarts. Arguments about foolish kisses, girlfriends and boyfriends. Things that never mattered, were insignificant and nothing when you were faced with tragedy like this. "He's going to be okay and after this," she continued, maybe crossing the line but Eppy had never been one to keep her mouth shut, especially when she thought the lesson she was teaching was important. "You're going to tell your best friend how much you love him." Just like she would do when she went home to Ryan. Eppy had always been an advocate for telling the friends in her life how much she loved and cherished them. A sap? Totally. But she'd gone through so much with the sudden loss of her mother that she couldn't stand the thought of the people she cherished not knowing that. "You're going to have plenty of stupid fights. That I can guarantee," she said with a soft smile. "It's what best friends do." 

 

The tender moment was cut short but the arrival of another unconscious boy who looked to be on the brink of death. Her heart dropped into her stomach and Eppy waved her wand, another makeshift curtain surrounding the brutally injured boy and Eppy placed him onto a cot. "You," she barked at a passing Mediwizard. "Get here now. I need powdered silver and dittany mixed. A lot of it. Quick!" The warm demeanor was dropped, her brow furrowing as she examined the child in front of her. There was no point in making him conscious just yet, the agony of his injuries would be too much. 

 

"He's been bitten," she whispered and the Mediwizard took a step back. "What are you doing? He's a child," Eppy hissed, hazel eyes narrowing into a glare. She was well aware of the prejudice that still surrounded werewolves to this day and many people were still apprehensive when it came to be treating those with a bite—even some of the most esteemed healers. "If you're not going to help me you can piss off," she sniffed, elbowing the useless help out of the way so she could clean the bites herself. Two bites, nasty and bloody. This poor child. Thankfully the Mediwizard saw sense and began cleaning and tending to the scratches without an argument, bandaging the tiny unconscious Gryffindor boy. 

 

The bleeding was barely controlled but enough for Eppy to properly tend the the fractures he had sustained. 

 

One last wave of her wand, Eppy looked to the Mediwizard. "He'll need a blood replenishing potion as soon as he wakes. Which should be shortly. If he's in too much pain, please cast another charm. Once he's awake," she looked down, sucking in a breath and pursing her lips together. "Come and get me. I need to check on the others." She turned on her heel, slipping through the curtain with one last glance at the Gryffindor boy laying on the makeshift cot. 

 

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@Prince A. Charming - You are still unconscious for now but not for too much longer. Your scratches have been tended and bandaged as have your fractured and shattered bones. Your bite marks have been treated with powdered silver and Dittany but are still bleeding despite being bandaged. Unfortunately Eppy is going to have to have a tough conversation with you in a little while. 

 

 

@Radueriel Benson, @Behati Gadot and @Aurora Andrews - Thank you for letting me roleplay with you all. If you want to continue please reach out. Eppy would love to check in on you and see how you're holding up in the future since she's nosy like that. Check your shops for a little token of my love and appreciation ❤️ 

 

Edited by Euphemia Macrae

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Killian Dracel

Damaris was still significantly lighter in his arms. He held her as the march back to the castle took place. Escorted by several adults with their wands drawn, Killian was merely focused on Damaris. There were healers in the Great Hall, and they would help her. “Stay with me,” he urged her the entire way, hoping that his voice would keep her alive and drawn to him.

 

He could vividly recall the fear in her eyes. Already it haunted him. His bad decision to get her out of the Great Hall might lead to her death now. She would have gotten help sooner if he hadn’t been so… so… reckless? Selfish? He didn’t know. All he knew was he tried to save her, and instead he screwed up.

 

Arriving in the Great Hall, he did his best not to gape at the amount of carnage in the large room. So much blood, and moaning kids. “Please, help her,” he begged for the nearest healer to come and look over Damaris. “She’s lost a lot of… a lot of blood.”

 

He couldn’t lose her. His heart couldn’t handle it. “Someone….”

 

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Damaris will post in short order. ❤️

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Damaris Denton

Damaris felt far more comfortable in Killian’s arms now than she had a few minutes ago. Or was it an hour ago? She’d lost the ability to tell time and she was already forgetting the woman and the daring escape outside in favor of letting her eyes slip closed so she could rest.

 

She kept a hand curled around the edge of Killian’s robes the entire way back to the Great Hall. Every time she heard his voice, she squeezed slightly. She wasn’t going anywhere—she just needed rest at that moment more than anything else.

 

She cautiously opened her eyes when they were back inside. The change in temperature was sudden enough to jolt her awake. “Is this....” she murmured, looking around at the broken and bleeding students who were being healed by mediwizards. “....Killian...what...”

 

Her robes were wet with blood. What had happened?

 

And then it hit her—the wolf. Where was the wolf?

 

“Where are the wolves?”

 

———

 

Damaris has several broken ribs and scratch marks across her chest and abdomen. 

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Euphemia Macrae

She barely had a moment to check on the other injured students when she spotted a blonde Slytherin boy nursing a girl in his arms. The young healer could tell by the expression on his face he was close to shock (who could blame him) and the girl...the girl. Eppy winced at the state of her. She was pale, likely due to the amount of blood she had lost and Eppy ushered the boy forward and allowed him to place the girl onto another makeshift cot. "You can stay," she offered to him. "It'll help her." A comfort, a small ounce of warmth among the horror and the pain. 

 

"I'm Eppy," she introduced herself, holding on to the bloody hand of the barely conscious girl laying before her. "The wolves are gone and I'm going to take care of you." Hazel eyes met that of Killian's. "We both will."

 

She quickly got to work, a wave of her wand conjuring more curtains to shield Damaris from those in the Great Hall. Her sweater was ripped to shreds, exposing the nasty scratch marks across abdomen and chest. Eppy sucked in a breath of relief. At least she hadn't been bitten. "You'll feel a slight tingling sensation," Eppy advised, her wand held expertly in her left hand as she murmured the incantation to dull the pain the girl was experiencing. "I have to treat the wounds with powdered silver and Dittany. Grab that for me," Eppy instructed Killian, pointing to where the the mixed solution was. 

 

Cleaning the wounds, Eppy noticed the beginning of bruising on the young girls torso. "Her ribs are broken too," she murmured, keeping a mental checklist of the girls injuries for herself. She took the powdered silver and Dittany from him, giving him a nod of thanks. "It'll sting a little but it will stop the bleeding." Which was the most important. The ribs could wait, for now Eppy needed to get the scratches bandaged. 

 

With that done, Eppy placed a blanket over the girl for comfort and modesty's sake. Healing the broken ribs was simple and Eppy shot the Slytherin girl an apologetic look as she heard the bones snap back into place. "I know it's not pleasant. I'm sorry." All she could do was apologies, unfortunately healing magic wasn't perfect and there was always going to be a mild amount of discomfort. Quickly ducking out of the curtain, Eppy returned a moment later and thrust three vials of potions towards Killian. "A Blood Replenishing potion. It is important that she drinks all of this first. Understood?" She looked at the boy like a stern mother would. "The other two are Calming Draughts. One for each of you. When I come back to check on you both they should all be finished."

 

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@Damaris Denton - Your scratches have been tended to and bandaged. Eppy has dulled the pain as best she can and healed your broken ribs. You've also been given two potions. One for your blood loss and one to stop you from going into shock.                               

 

@Killian Dracel - You've been hired as a temporary Mediwizard to assist with Damaris. You've also been giving a Calming Draught to stop you from going into shock.  
 

I hope the little GM was okay. Please let me know if it wasn't and I'll edit accordingly.                                                                                                                                                                       

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Calliope Thorpe

continued from here

 

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"I didn't save your life," Callie mumbled to Avalon. Callie loved fantasizing, and in every fantasy, she took all the glory, basking in it as one would a blast of sunlight on a freezing day, but she didn't want credit she didn't deserve. Not now. "All I did was help you onto my broom so you didn't get eaten." Another sob clawed up her throat, echoing sharply. "Avalon, you could've gotten eaten." 

 

Callie was 11-years old. She'd spent last summer at a beach house with her family. She took the vacation yearly, and she always loved it, but small disappointments weren't uncommon: going out for ice cream late with her uncle and brothers and laughing when there was no bathroom in the shop so Kai had to piss in the woods, collecting toads and naming them with her cousin but screaming when she stepped on one, quahogging with her grandfather and slicing her shins with shells, getting sick on a spinny ride at the seafood festival, discovering she couldn't go to her favorite beach because a poisonous jellyfish was in the water.

 

All of these 'low-points' in Callie's trip ended with nights spent rolling in laughter. She didn't know real pain. Callie couldn't begin to process the way her chest ached and burned.

 

Time had seemed to pass in a flash: one moment, she was screaming for the werewolf to leave Avalon alone, and the next, she was hauling her best friend onto her broomstick and flying for her life.

 

Then, Richard was there. She was siphoned into safety. The Quidditch Pitch turned into Great Hall, and there were healers. Finally, Callie knew with certainty that it'd be okay. 

 

"Avalon," she murmured, her arms wrapping around her friend, head nuzzling into her shoulder blade. Callie was not typically such a physically affectionate person, but she couldn't stop herself today. "I love you too. See? Look at the doctors. It's okay." 

 

Or. She remembered something. 

 

"But.. I don't know where he is!" Callie realized, still grasping Avalon's hand, but turning around, stumbling toward the healer. Her voice was chopped with breathlessness. "He - he saved us, he did, the auror, Richard Fowler, then he left, and I don't know." He'd be okay. Of course he would. Lost in her heightened emotions, in the desperation of everything, however, Callie couldn't stop the way the fear plunged through her, the emotion burrowing deep in her gut. What if he wasn't? What would it mean if the person who saved her life died? She couldn't think...

She forced herself to breathe, the wind knocking back into her as she gestured to Avalon, whose white-knuckled hand she hadn't let go of. He'd be fine. It'd be fine."She's - she's way worse than me, the wolf - it - Richard helped or she'd die, but - will she be okay? Please, please help."

 

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Callie is bruised down her side from crashing into a branch and severely dehydrated, but most of her pain is emotional.

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Avalon Edens

"No, Callie. You don't understand." She had to push the words out; they were thick as molasses in her mouth. "I wasn't going to move on my own. It hurt... so badly. I probably would've passed out if you hadn't moved me." She had almost passed out from the pain of being moved, but it was better than there, on the ground, with the other bodies. Avalon felt numb, staring at nothing, as horror cast shadows over her eyes. "I wouldn't .... I... I would have died."

 

The words almost made no sense to her. Her breaths started to come fast, out of control. Her eyes found Calliope, and she poured over the familiarity with desperation. She could draw her best friend by heart, as she had done a thousand times: her heavy-lidded eyes, down-turned, a blue like the color of the sea; Avalon knew exactly what colored pencils and paints to swirl into something that resembled their depths. She took in the flat bridge of her nose, and her cupid's bow, and her curved chin, and... felt herself breathe. Callie was almost as familiar to her as her own reflection, and she was okay.

 

They were okay.

 

Avalon breathed.

 

After time had passed – she didn't know how much – she found her voice. It was unsteady, but they were in the Great Hall now, and she felt more protected. "You saved me," she said again. She was still holding Callie's hand; she would not let go. "Call. You... you could have run, and you didn't. Even with all the..." She swallowed hard, her throat painfully dry. "You stayed." She nudged her gently, though the movement left her a little dizzy. "You did save my life. Dude. Grandma Charlotte is going to make you the biggest cake. A whole feast. Take-away for life." Her laugh came out as a sob. 

 

Avalon was not normally a physically affectionate person, though her affections were flamboyant in their own way. But she tried to bask in the comfort of Callie's touch, and not think about those they had left behind.

 

She still hadn't seen Ringo.

 

She was growing faint. Her wounds had not stopped bleeding, and by now the blood had soaked through her clothes completely. Her skin was damp with a clammy sweat, and she felt nauseated. Her awareness was beginning to grow dark – she did not want to close her eyes, terrified as she was of the monsters, but Callie said they were safe. Her eyelids were too heavy. Her body felt sluggish. She wanted to sleep –

 

But she was jerked awake by Callie's sudden panic, a lightning bolt of fear crashing through her gut. "What is it?" Her voice sounded muffled, farther away than it should have been. "What's wrong?" She looked up at the healer, a blonde witch, in fear and confusion.

 

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Avalon had ribs broken and a whole back of bruising, though the Illustrious Richard Fowler did some healing. She also has pierced claw marks all around her chest from where the werewolf dug its claws in, and has lost a lot of blood. She is disoriented and, of course, traumatized.

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Prince A. Charming

Before he had started at Hogwarts, Atticus had thought that there might be a heaven. It had mostly because his mother had died and he had wanted to think that she was in a better place. But now that he went to a magical school, he didn't know what to think concerning the afterlife. Was there a heaven? A hell? Was there nothing? He had thought about it a lot in his first year because finding out that magic existed and that he was magical had really thrown him for a loop. He had wondered if everything he had believed before was wrong.

 

He had mostly thought about how, had his mother been magical, she could have been cured of her cancer. He continued to struggle with the fact that his mother had died of a disease that magical people either didn't get or could cure. If only things could have been different. If only she could have been magical, too. Maybe she'd still be alive. He felt like it was a sick joke that he was now in a world that might have been able to save her. Why couldn't it have entered his life sooner? Or why couldn't her cancer have waited just a few more years?

 

There was nothing that could be done now and it probably didn't matter that much anyway. He was near death himself. He had been attacked by two werewolves and had numerous life-threatening injuries. He had wondered if he was going to die when he had been awake and he had been right to think about it. His only request was that, if he died, he be reunited with his mother. It was the only thing that he could look forward to in death. If he died and she wasn't there... if nothing was there...

 

Noises reached his ears and it was disorienting. He had been still, quiet for so long now. He didn't move because he couldn't. His body hurt too much and he had bandages all over. He blinked a few times, trying to focus on what was around him. All he could see was the ceiling of the Great Hall, the sky from outside shifting across it. "Sam?" he asked, wondering if his best friend was still there. @Samuel Curtis had been there before he drifted off so maybe he was there now.

 

Atticus is now awake. Ish.

Post 200 to Eppy for saving his life. ❤️

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Euphemia Macrae

Two girls, small broken Gryffindors who had seen horrors that made Euphemia's blood boil. They were first years, eleven years old and they'd just experienced the most horrific night of their lives and yet they clung to each other with a kinship that made her heart ache for her own best friend. The best friend that was given the worst job one could get in the aftermath of a nightmare—he had to wait. Wait for a relief, a heartbreak but knowing that no matter what would come that life would be altered forever. 

 

At least she was here. Able to focus on saving the lives of the students at Hogwarts. At least she wasn't tasked with the anxiety inducing task of waiting.

 

Her professionalism wavered though at the mention of Richards name and Eppy sucked in a breath, walking towards the stumbling girls.

 

He had saved them both but now they didn't know where he was. She tried to keep the worry off her face. The brunette girl was in a panic and Eppy gave her a warm smile. "You're going to be okay now."

 

"Here, here. Sit down and let me look at you both," Eppy clicked her tongue against her teeth. There was blood, a lot of it. She waved her wand, conjuring a cot beneath the red haired girl that was slipping in and out of consciousness. "Somebody has already healed some your wounds." Richard. Of course Eppy didn't mention his name, her focus was on the two girls before her despite the fear and anxiety that had clawed it's way into her chest.

 

They hadn't seen him since their rescue. 

 

"I'm Eppy. What are your names?" She asked the two girls, casting a pain relief charm on Avalon before examining the extent of her injuries. "I'm going to get you fixed up. It'll hurt a bit but I've done what I can for the pain." They weren't as bad as some of the other injuries she had seen but given the age of the two girls the healer was still worried about the two of them. She gestured the mediwizard over, instructing him to get the potions she needed. 

 

She removed the torn uniform from Avalon, placing a blanket over the girl. "That is a calming draught," Eppy murmured to Callie when the mediwizard came back. She was busy cleaning Avalon's wounds, but wanted to make sure Callie knew what was being given to her. "I have one for you too. Well two actually," she smiled at Avalon. "I got to tend to these scratches before you can drink them." Applying the silver and dittany before bandaging her up. 

 

"Drink the blood replenishing potion first and then this one. I'll get you both to stay here and I'll come back soon." To see how they were both holding up and to ask them about Richard. 

 

But first...

 

She got to her feet as the mediwizard whispered to her that the other boy was awake—the poor boy that had been bitten. Her heart felt heavy. What could she say to him? How did she start this conversation. Swallowing, Eppy stood next to his cot and examined his wounds. "Sam is being looked after." She gave him a soft smile, casting the Muffliato discreetly. "My name is Eppy and I looked after you before. Your friend told me your name was Atticus," she continued, retrieving a blood replenishing potion and holding it out to him. "Can you remember what happened before you fell unconscious. You don't have to go into detail, a nod of your head is okay."

 

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@Avalon Edens - Eppy has numbed your pain and tended to your scratches by applying powdered silver, Dittany and bandaging them up. She has also given you two potions to drink; a Calming Draught and a Blood Replenishing Potion

 

@Calliope Thorpe - You've been given a Calming Draught for now. Eppy will be back soon to tend to your bruises. 

 

@Prince A. Charming - The news isn't good. You ready for a tough conversation?

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Prince A. Charming

Sam wasn’t there. It was an emotional blow but Atticus tried not to show it. He knew that he was overly attached to the few magical friends he had but he really needed at least one of them at the moment. He hadn’t seen Harmony for sometime and was worried about her but he knew that Sammy was unhurt. He tried to move his head to look for him but it was difficult and painful. He was getting panicked when someone told him that Sam was being looked after. That was reassuring, at least, even if he wanted his best friend to be there with him instead of somewhere else.

 

He looked up at Eppy and noticed how kind she looked. She had a soothing voice and an angelic face. He wasn’t entire sure what she meant by “looked after” but he didn’t ask any questions. He assumed she meant she had been the one to bandage him up. He nodded at his name and wondered how much she knew about what had happened. He blinked a few times as the images flashed through his mind, thinking that the action might get them to go away. It didn’t work. They were seared in his brain forever.

 

The woman held out a cup to him and he reached for it, the movement making his entire body hurt. “Am I supposed to drink it?” he asked, trying to avoid her question. But he had to answer it. He looked down, seeing the bandages covering nearly his entire body, and then back up to her eyes. He nodded again, unable to find the words. Asking about the cup had been one thing but talking about how he’d nearly been pulled apart by two wolves was another. What had they been? Why had they been there? Why him? There were so many questions he wanted to ask but he was scared about the answers.

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Angelique Slater

It was as if she'd been holding her breath for the last several minutes, or however long it took them to be escorted slowly, painfully into the Great Hall.  The room was chaotic, but it was organized chaos, so unlike what she'd just witnessed on the Pitch.  Spell and potions were being distributed, injuries wrapped and healed, painful wounds treated to attempt to minimize scarring.  She helped hold Jeramie upright as they made their way, since they were both mobile, but kept glancing over as Prom was carried, trying to assess his condition.  The auror had attempted to stem the bleeding and make him more comfortable, and he seemed to be sleeping, which was honestly just as terrifying to Angel.  At least when his eyes were open, she knew he was breathing.

 

She did her best to guide their troop to a station, letting their escort place Prom gently on the ground before the healer.  The boy winced slightly, and while she despised seeing his pain, it was comforting in some small way.  She gently unwound Jeramie's arm from her shoulder and approached the healer, a lump stuck deep in her throat.

 

"I...." and she didn't even know where to begin.  "I'm fine," which was a complete lie.  "But my... my friend," and she gestured to Prom, taking a seat on the floor next to him.   "He was hurt very badly.  Deep scratches and... a lot of blood."  Her blood-soaked sweater still sat pressed to his chest, and she blinked the tears away.  "And I think he hit his head."  She then turned her eyes to Jeramie, unsure whether she should recount his injuries... in particular the one they both refused to acknowledge aloud, and decided to let him finish.

 

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Angel is largely unhurt - superficial scratches and maybe a burn from dragging on the grass.  Her companions' injuries are much more grave.  @Prometheus Saintcross and @Jeramie Slater will post shortly.

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Jeramie Slater

Jeramie inhaled and exhaled through his nose, closing his eyes tightly at the pain that was still radiating inside of his arm. It had come and gone in its severity. Now it seemed to be coming. He didn't have a chance to object as his sister gently removed his arm from around her shoulders. Instead, he clutched his arm, sat on the edge of a nearby cot, and tried to stop his face from expressing, especially when his sister was looking in his direction. He would be ok, and he didn't want her thinking anything different.  

 

Dully he registered Angel talking to the Healers, telling them about Prom. Prom...Jer's roommate. He hadn't liked him much, hadn't trusted the boy though he didn't know why, and he'd worried when he had started getting all close with Angel. He'd been suspicious, but now it was Prom who needed help. Prom was much worse off than he was. He had watched him, sure that he was going to die, and he knew he didn't want that, yet even the thought had seemed unreal. None of it seemed real. None of it COULD be real. He didn't know how he felt about any of it. He didn't feel anything at all. 

 

He swallowed and stared down at the floor. Time was moving at a speed that was impossible to quantify. It felt like it'd been an eternity, and yet it felt like it had just begun. He barely remembered moving from the Quidditch stands to the Great Hall. The Great Hall, a place that had once felt familiar yet now felt like somewhere he'd never been. As his sister finished reporting on Prom, she looked to him, and the healer looked at him, and he felt a deep-seated and nameless fear, deep in his belly, and he felt his breath quicken. He did not look at the Healer, and he did not look at Angel.  

 

"I'm fine," he muttered, his voice cracking.

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Jeramie is not fine. He has been bitten by a werewolf. He has not really admitted this yet, to himself or others. It is not obvious, as the bite is on his shoulder where it has been wrapped tightly in his sister's jumper, as she attempted to stop the bleeding. It is obviously wounded, however, due to the blood. He will resist any attempt to look at it, because deep down he knows. (If you don't look at it, it won't become real and he won't have to face it.) 

 

Otherwise he fell off his broom and hit a tree, and landed badly on that same arm. Its hurting him and he's scratched up from the fall, but the only severe injury is the bite. 

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Prometheus Saintcross

 

Prom was gently air-lifted by adults as he continued to float in and out of consciousness. He had some hazy memories of gliding through the castle hallways, and when he opened his eyes at the sound of Angel's voice very close to him, he saw only night sky above him. Yet the light filling his vision was too much for the outside. The conflicting information, and Angel's words (A lot of blood) confused him, and he closed his eyes again. Within seconds, he slipped under, though he twitched one pale finger in her direction.

 

Prom has been mauled by a werewolf. He fell from a great height and landed on his ankle, then was pounced on, which caused a twist of his arm and for his head to hit the ground. He has a gash on his jaw, and a big diagonal slash on his chest running from shoulder to hip. He was already pale to begin with and has lost a lot of blood; he's having trouble remaining conscious. 

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