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Raven Ashcroft-Weasley

Twenty-one years.

 

That’s how much time has passed since Raven last set foot in Hogwarts. For a fleeting moment, a wave of nostalgia washed over as she took in the familiar scenery of the Great Hall. The picture played out quaintly in the eyes of her teenage self: enchanted ceiling mirroring the sky outside, house banners displayed prominently in bold hues, delicious meals shared with friends at the gryffindor table, trading gossip and secrets with her confidants in hushed tones, dancing with Louis at the Yule Ball. A second later, she blinked and the scene was marred with blood, tears, and screams of pain and anguish.

 

This was not the school reunion she envisioned.

 

When the ministry sent word out to St. Mungos about the attack, the former gryffindor had to summon every last ounce of willpower to quell the panic threatening to bubble up the surface. She needed to remain calm and collected to do her job properly. Lives are at stake. Parents are outside the barricade anxiously waiting for news on the fates of their children. She didn’t want to have to look them in the eyes knowing she failed. She understood their torment, her own daughter is in the castle somewhere and Raven would have given anything to have the slightest inkling on whether or not she’s okay.

 

With a flick of her trusted phoenix feather wand, the case containing medical supplies was unlocked. Raven assessed the resources before her, magic allowed everything she needed to be contained in a travel-sized briefcase. Anything that might have been overlooked can be summoned from the supply room in St. Mungo’s, materializing instantly. At least they are adequately prepared in that aspect, she is grateful for that small mercy. However, nothing can brace her for the horror of seeing the school she once called home infiltrated. The very same home that was supposed to safely shelter innocent lives.

 

Who could have seen this coming? Seers No one. She couldn’t remember anything of this magnitude to ever happen to Hogwarts, not since the great battle prominently taught in History of Magic class during her time. Good triumphed over evil then. Now, all she could see is chaos… and a castle full of people needing healers.

 

When they get through this, she needs to have a conversation with Louis about possibly sending the rest of the kids to Beauxbatons instead.

 

Raven shook herself mentally, clamping down the plethora of conflicting emotions that chipped her composure. Another wand wave conjured an array of potions, salves, bandages, blankets, and cots at her disposal.  She surveyed the crowd of people needing medical attention in hopes of spotting a familiar redhead among them. No such luck.

 

Is it unprofessional to cast a sonorous charm on herself and yell for @Alayna Weasley? Probably. Does she care? Not an ounce.

 

“ALAYNA FLEUR WEASLEY, IF YOU ARE IN THE GREAT HALL, PLEASE REPORT TO HEALER STATION FOUR.” And because she clearly had no regard for her kid’s social well-being, added: “LOVE YOU SWEETHEART!”

 

She is so going to get yelled at later. Totally worth it. Now, off to work.

 

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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❤️ 

 

(Stole this portion from Odie, who stole it from Eppy, you guys are awesome ❤️ ) 

Edited by Raven Ashcroft-Weasley

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Richard Stafford

They’d been led inside the castle to the great hall by an emergency personnel after they’d all been plucked from the Hufflepuff Stands that acted as a safe zone. In the great hall stood tons of healers bustling about, trying to attend to bruised and broken students. Ringo wasn’t sure where the other boys were going, but he saw how so many of the healers had numerous students to help out with—many with much more serious wounds than his—so he decided he didn’t want to clog up the traffic and went to a healer who didn’t look quite as busy as the others. The salve he’d been given did a decent enough job of stopping his bleeding, but his arm still hurt and it still wasn’t actually patched up yet. He tried to be strong, though.

 

He’d cried so many times during that night—and had even thrown up—that he knew the least he could do in this instance was portray some semblance of bravery, even if it was all a facade. Ringo felt terrible about Dale and Gabriel (who he didn’t actually know was named Gabriel), but he knew that, for right now, they were in much better hands, and would fare better than they did out on the quidditch pitch. The man with the glowing duck had tried his best, but he wasn’t a trained medical personnnel—there was only so much he could realistically do. Ringo just hoped that Dale would eventually regain consciousness.

 

Sitting on a nearby seat, close to @Raven Ashcroft-Weasley, Ringo slowly stuck out his arm and grimaced. The scratches didn’t look too bad, but that was most likely because the salve had stopped the bleeding. They weren’t deep enough for any internal stuff to be showing, but it still looked unsightly. “Can you do something to close the wound?” He asked the healer woman with a frown.

 

Ringo was scratched on his arm, but not too deeply. He received a salve from @Julian Trice to make the bleeding stop, but the wound is still open and he’s in a lot of pain.

Edited by Richard Stafford

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Raven Ashcroft-Weasley

Since her station was kept free for a while, Raven was torn between making another call for Alayna or snacking on one of the treats she brought along for the students. Of course, neither is socially acceptable given the direness of current circumstances. Her free pass was already cashed in with the stunt that probably made her daughter duck under a table and pretend to have a different last name. In hindsight, she should have opted for a summoning charm. Never too late right?

 

Luckily, her thoughts were interrupted when a student came over for treatment. Raven felt a pang of pain settle in her chest as she assessed the lad who did not look much older than Lorinda. Battle wounds weren’t supposed to happen until the angsty teenage years, perhaps during a fist fight over a girl or an overzealous attempt at winning a duel. Sustaining them from a vicious creature at such a young age is just, unfair.

 

“Hello. My name is Raven, what’s yours?” She gave the boy a kind smile as she gently took the arm he was holding out. The look on his face told her he was still in pain. She numbed it quickly, wishing for the power to remove discomfort forever, but alas! She had to coax the child into drinking a blood replenishing potion, the best way, of course, is to offer it in a ChocoMed Cup.

 

Thank Merlin the scratches aren’t too deep, whoever applied the salve helped manage the bleeding. “I will need to clean this first, then we can start patching it up.” She reached for a bottle of mild cleaning solution and flushed the wound before dabbing the area around it dry. A mixture of powdered silver and dittany followed, essential for treating werewolf induced injuries. Finally, the affected arm was wrapped in activated soothing bandages to help ease the pain that is bound to return later.

 

After double-checking to make sure the bandages are reinforced, Raven deemed the care complete. The hospital wing will have to take over for follow up treatment. “Thank you for being so brave.” She complimented, resisting the urge to reach forward and ruffle the boy’s hair. “I will have Ms Lushia take care of the rest for the next few days. In the meantime, would you care for some sweets?” 

 

(OOC: @Richard Stafford Raven numbed your arm, gave you a blood replenishing potion, cleaned the wound and applied a mixture of powdered silver and dittany, then wrapped it in soothing bandages. She will also ask Ms Lushia to give you a follow-up prescription of potions and salves to continue the treatment. Feel free to select a sweet from the shops and inform me of your choice, it will be delivered to you promptly. If not, I can pick randomly :D )

 

Edited by Raven Ashcroft-Weasley

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Alayna Weasley

Stop it.

 

The demand echoed loudly in Alayna’s head as she fought to free herself from Alecia’s hold. She didn’t know where her wand was; likely it’d fallen somewhere when the werewolf had charged her, but regardless determination seized her and refused to die down until she somehow managed to break away. The seventeen year old struggled and thrashed in midair for a good few seconds before a revelation fell upon her and then she was shrugging out of her robes. The fabric fell from her and almost immediately after she fell too and came crashing back onto the castle floor for a second time. “Just…. watch Fluke” she practically growled as she struggled to her feet.  

 

She made the mistake of setting weight on her injured leg and instantly a sharp pain shot through it again, causing her to cry out. ‘Don’t, you stupid’ the voice in her head woke and ordered her, and Alayna bit down hard on her lip to keep from doing it again. ’You’re not even hurt that bad. Go.’. And then she moved once more, limping hurriedly away before Alecia or anyone or anything else could stop her. There was an inch of mind left which urged her to turn back for her boyfriend, but with him being levitated still he was safe until she could get help.

 

And it was precisely that she sought after now. She was going to get him help even if it meant her running into another werewolf and dying for real or…

 

…or discovering her step-mother, standing in the hall and calling to her in one of the most mortifying fashions possible.

 

Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

 

“…mum?” The redhead felt as if a weight had settled upon her the instant the word was spoken, but her own sanity wasn’t what was most important now. She needed help. Fluke needed help.

 

“Fluke..." she gestured over to the boy floating off the in the distance, "he… he’s hurt bad. Can you help him? Please?”

 

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Alayna has deep claw punctures on her shin (a werewolf bounced off her... literally ) and they're bleeding. This is not her concern, however. Her concern is her unconscious boyfriend, who received several scratches of his own and is now floating and unconscious. :c

 

This was also my 1,800th post. Woo~~

Edited by Alayna Weasley

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Mason Fluke

Fluke was out. The last thing he saw was Alayna and her mane of fiery red hair looking over him. He was bleeding out. His skin so pale, it looked as though he ought to already be in a coffin.

 

When he opened his eyes, he was standing in a field with grass so tall, it went as high as his belt, which did not have his belt buckle. A curious thing, he thought as he looked down, beyond the torn canvas of his torso. Though the claw marks were deep, and there was so much blood staining his robes, he felt no pain. Fluke looked all around him. The sun was in his eyes, shining brightly from above. It was blinding, and he lifted a hand to shield his eyes from that unpleasant assault.

 

There was a bird, and it was chirping. Happy. The sound of a waterfall nearby could be heard, but he couldn't see it. And a woman, some distance away from him, wearing a white dress. She had a smile on her face, and beckoned him closer. Fluke looked around himself again. "What is this place?" he asked out loud, and though there was no possible way this woman could have heard him, she answered.

 

"Nowhere." He snapped his blue eyes back towards her. 

 

"I know this field," he said after a moment. "I ran away from the orphanage once. This is where I ended up."

 

"Alright. You're somewhere, then," the woman amended.

 

"Who are you?"

 

End part 1.

 

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Both of Fluke's shoulders have a full set of claw marks on them from when the wolf pounced and pinned him down. They dug in far and deep. He also has claw marks on his chest as the werewolf "swiped a claw across his chest with all the force she could muster". Basically, she tore him open. He has lost a lot of blood and is almost gone.

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Richard Stafford

There’d been one time where Ringo had gotten injured badly enough to require a trip to the hospital: He’d been playing on a tire swing near their farm, and Anthony and Eric had come over, roughhousing, as they always did, and accidentally pushed him off. He’d fallen, caught completely off-guard by the harsh shove, and skinned his knee badly on a nearby rock. The blood that came out had been, if you’d asked him, excessive. But, then again, any amount of blood coming out of his body was excessive. Because blood was supposed to stay inside his body—he was never supposed to see it. So, if he was seeing it, that meant that something bad had happened. He had cried that day—cried so much that their da had had to scold Anthony and Eric and give them a week’s worth of punishment, and their ma had had to take him to hospital where the doctor assured him that he wasn’t dying. (This was after countless attempts from Ringo to get her to make sure that he wasn’t losing an unhealthy amount of blood—he could see the light, his dramatic child brain told him.)

 

Now, as he stared at his no-longer-bleeding arm and the woman treating it, he realized that he’d felt more fear than anything else in the moments when he was being attacked. His fear of the werewolves had prevented him from really worrying about the prospect of him bleeding to death. Something that’d been so forefront in his mind a mere few years earlier only seemed to hang on the edges of his memory now. “I’m Ringo,” he said, trying to be cheerful, but finding it quite hard to muster up a smile. He just wanted this whole nightmare to be over with. Right now, he was in shock more than anything; but he knew that in the coming weeks and months (and, even possibly, years) he’d be forced to deal with the trauma that that night had caused him and everyone else.

 

He watched @Raven Ashcroft-Weasley work, and when he was done he inspected the job she’d done. The potion she’d given him hadn’t been too bad, to say the least. “D’you think this’ll give me a scar?” He didn’t want a physical reminder of that night. Not now, not ever.

 

“Do you have any licorice?”

 

I’d like a licorice wand for Richard, please.

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Raven Ashcroft-Weasley

Before having children, Raven wasn't the coddling type. In fact, she was probably the least nurturing student ever to walk the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. She exhibited a feisty attitude, hexed her way through life, assumed her future career will be something that involved curses and pain, eventually dreamed of being the best hit witch the wizarding world has ever seen. Somewhere between all that mess, she grew a heart and turned it all around. While pain is very much involved in her line of work, her job was to try and soothe, as opposed to being the source. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ringo." 

 

There it was again, the twinge of pain knowing she is about to be the bearer of bad news. Raven knew there was no point in masking the truth, the boy will find out soon enough anyway. "When your wound heals, the marks won't be as prominent, but I'm afraid there will be some scarring because of the source of the scratches." She tried to speak as softy and kindly as possible. Unfortunately, curse wounds always leave marks. No amount of potion or magic can alter that. 

 

"Oh yes, I brought a bunch of licorice candy, they're very popular around here." She opened her sweet bag to reveal the contents inside. "Please help yourself." Given the somber mood thanks to the piece of information she had to share, Raven coaxed the young boy into taking more candy than what he originally requested. It wasn't going to fix how anyone felt in the long run, but they were in dire need of some comfort food.

 

(@Richard Stafford Your requested sweet has been sent to your account, and then some. I got a little click happy XD) 

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Raven Ashcroft-Weasley

As time trickled on, Raven wondered if she'll see Alayna today. She had half a mind to visit the other stations in case her daughter managed to wander over to any of them, but abandoning post is out of the question. She already told @Marius Constantin to be on the lookout on their way from St. Mungo's and her old school friend @Miss Lushia has been given the play by play long before this chaos ensued. There wasn't much left to do but wait and hope for the best, pouring herself into work in the meantime. 

 

By some miracle, a wild Alayna appeared, levitating toward her before the spell's hold ended, unceremoniously dropping her to the ground. "Layney! Thank Merlin..." Raven was about to rush over and engulf the girl in a tight embrace when she noticed the limp. Upon closer inspection,  the scratches on her shin became more pronounced, deep and raw where blood still flowed freely from the gaping wounds, the only consolation is that they weren't bites. 

 

She was about to spring into action when Alayna brought the boy to her attention, pale from blood loss and unconscious, levitating slowly to her station, not unlike the way her daughter was delivered. Except the similarities ended there. The young man's injuries were far more extensive, shooting him up the triage line. She needed to act now, or risk losing him. 

 

"Here, drink this and lie down." She handed Alayna a dose of blood replenishing potion, waving her wand to numb the affected area and motioning toward a free cot. Another wave of her wand and bandages wound around her shin, serving as a tourniquet in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. 

 

Raven ran over to Fluke, easing him down on another cot, noting how clammy his skin had gotten from shock. "Rennervate!" The boy's eyes fluttered open, "Please drink this, to help replenish the blood you've lost..." She watched as the potion was slowly consumed, "It's okay, you may rest. I am here to help you." She waved her wand over his chest and shoulders, numbing the area that was marred with deep scratches. Another wand wave got him out of the ravenclaw robes as a drizzle of disinfectant solution was used to clean the area. The indispensable mixture of powdered silver and dittany came next (she wondered if summoning a refill from St. Mungo's was necessary with the amount needed), finishing off with activated soothing bandages. His blood-stained clothing was replaced with a comfortable hospital gown for good measure.  The young man has some recovery ahead of him but at least the worst is over.

 

She turned to her daughter, reassuring that her friend has been taken care of and will be looked after by Ms Lushia for the days ahead. Raven removed the tourniquet and started disinfecting Alayna's wound, applying the same topical mixture given to Fluke except in less copious amounts, the soothing bandages followed and only then did she manage to sigh in relief. She was okay, everything is going to be okay. The hug that she had been holding back was finally given, gently, for she had no intention of aggravating any injuries. "I'm glad you're safe."

 

( Son-in-law @Mason Fluke, Raven gave you a blood-replenishing potion, cleaned your wound, applied a mixture of powdered silver and dittany, and wrapped everything up in activated soothing bandages. You will need to take daily doses of blood replenishing potion and have salves as a supplementary treatment in the days to come. Pumpkin @Alayna Weasley , Raven gave you a blood replenishing potion, applied a tourniquet on your wound while she tended to Fluke see, your Mum is a professional, disinfected it, applied powdered silver and dittany and wrapped it in soothing bandages. You too will need blood replenishing potion and salves later.)

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