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06.19 @ 9:36am
Signups for July's Posting Wizard of the Month contest are now open.
06.15 @ 5:26pm
The June activity check has been completed; for reactivations, please post in Maintenence. If your international quidditch player was deactivated, you must post here with a profile link to re-reserve the position. You do not need to repost your stats.
06.13 @ 10:25am
A couple of reminders: If you haven't taken the survey yet, you should and the activity check is in two days. That is all. ;3
06.09 @ 6:16
Happy third birthday to Charming! Birthday stamps are now up for grabs, and the FAQ has had a bit of a makeover.
06.02 @ 1:54pm
Charming has the possibility of getting self hosted. We need your input!
06.01 @ 12:00am
Congrats to Soph and Bex who won Posting Wizard for May!
» Boils on the Bum, Open (to a healer preferably)
| {Elsbeth Gisella} |
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Lower Class — Overseer of Chance l'Amour

Group: Irvingly {Admin}
Posts: 284
Member No.: 127
Joined: 1-February 11

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It hadn't been a good day. Or night, even.
She'd successfully managed to get a customer, though said customer had not been willing to pay up front (which was not how the business worked) and as such, had threatened to hex her if she did not comply. Being a bit afraid of magic herself seeing as how she didn't have any, Elsbeth ran out of the room as quickly as she could in order to get away, but she had not been fast enough. He'd hexed her. He'd hexed her in the most awful way she could imagine - she sprouted boils.
On. Her. Bum.
Painful, swollen, blistering boils.
On. Her. Bum.
If she was able to hex him back, she would have hunted him down and gave him boils on his pride and joy. Seeing as how she could not however, nor could she even sit down or sleep, she hobbled her way to the hospital. She would undoubtedly get laughed at, but she could barely stand the pain they gave her. It took her several hours to get from the Maison de Venus to the hospital.
When she finally arrived, she was exhausted. She managed to check in at the front desk before she moved to the seating area. And then she realized, that as tired as she was, she couldn't very well just sit down in the seats. With a glance at the others who were waiting, she carefully lowered herself onto her knees, placed her hands on the cold (and dirty) floor and promptly laid out on her stomach as she waited for her turn to see a healer.
The blonde woman made eye contact with another patient waiting (who happened to be enviously physically able to sit in a chair) and growled from the floor, "Stop looking at me!"
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| Freya Trelawney |
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Lower Class

Group: Hogsmeade
Posts: 204
Member No.: 527
Joined: 3-October 11

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Freya forgot where Cassandra said she was going... She had also forgotten to stay where she was as well as why she was even at the hospital, she just knew she didn't want to be there. She didn't like the clinical feel or the occasional stares she got. The whole atmosphere of the place made her feel defensive and she felt the Healers were all rather condescending, mainly because she could never understand half the technical terms they used.
As it was, she had wandered off and was hoping to find the exit. Cassandra would find her again eventually. Freya always came back to the same place... provided she could find said place again. Blissfully unaware, Freya wandered distracted down a corridor until suddenly she was staring at the floor. Quite without realizing, she had managed to walk into some large obstacle on the floor and face-plant on the floor. There was a shriek of surprise from Freya after a brief delay of surprise.
She looked around to see what she had fallen over and was horrified to see that it was a person. "S-sorry," she mumbled wide-eyed, "I... I- I didn't... I didn't see you there..."
{Sorry it's short! x(}
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| Mervin Squires |
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Lower Class — Hogsmeade Hospital Director
Group: Inactive
Posts: 7
Member No.: 956
Joined: 22-February 12

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It wasn’t often that Mervin was bored at his job. He usually was telling others what to do rather than doing the healing himself, but today he decided to take on a few patients himself. It was what he liked to do: heal people. It was the reason he decided to become a healer after all. He liked to help people, and that was that. So he walked from his office to the waiting room where he took in the different patients. There weren’t many, surprisingly, and most didn’t look to be in any dire situation. He decided he’d take the one that seemed the most ill at ease.
His eyes scanned the room, and he nearly missed them if not for the shrieking that followed. One woman was lying on the ground on her stomach – well, woman could hardly be used to describe one so young in comparison to himself – and one closer to his age was on the ground as well. She looked as though she had just fallen and so he walked over to investigate the situation.
“Excuse me madams, I’m the director of this hospital. May I ask what your ailments are?” He held out a hand to them both to help them up and offered the friendliest smile he could muster. He wasn’t an unfriendly sort of bloke, but he wasn’t one to smile willy nilly. Emotions were not his forte, and expressing even the slightest of them left him feeling awkward. It was a wonder he was so successful as a healer as he had little to no people skills.
Standing there waiting for one of them – or even both – to take his offered hand, he waited for their words to come. He almost wished he hadn’t come over to investigate. But then, what kind of hospital director would he be to ignore something such as that happening in his hospital? Not a very good one, that’s for sure. And Mervin prided himself on being a good hospital director.
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forty. serious. former ravenclaw. father. bad with emotions. widower. About Mervin|Played by Anastasia|
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| {Elsbeth Gisella} |
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Lower Class — Overseer of Chance l'Amour

Group: Irvingly {Admin}
Posts: 284
Member No.: 127
Joined: 1-February 11

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Elsbeth hadn't seen her coming, so when there was a sudden and rough bumping and then a crushing of another human body falling forward, she cried out in surprise. She turned to look at the person who was now on the floor next to her but remained on her stomach (embarrassingly). Freya Trelawney. The village idiot who had so many children that she probably was the reason that the 'woman who lived in a shoe' poem was written. Even Elsbeth hadn't a clue how many Trelawney's were running around Hogsmeade - wreaking havoc, no doubt, if they had the same intelligence level of their mother, anyway. Needless to say, the blonde woman wasn't fond of her.
"Watch it!" She exclaimed angrily, "I think a person lying on the floor would be a little hard to miss, don't you?"
Before she could continue on with her shouting however, they were interrupted by a healer. Elsbeth didn't recognize him but seeing as how he was the very director of the hospital, she figured she ought to compose herself. He was an important person after all. She didn't want to make a bad impression, which was why she was the first to take his offered hand and as daintily as one could when one had just been tripped over and had painful boils on one's bum, she rose to her feet.
"Thank you, director," Elsbeth replied with an attempt at a pretty smile, though it was really more of a grimace, "I have a rather private matter," She turned around to give Freya a quick glare before facing the man once more, "That I would rather not have any others overhearing. Miss Trelawney however, has suffered an injury to the head that I fear might be irreparable, the poor dear."
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| Freya Trelawney |
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Lower Class

Group: Hogsmeade
Posts: 204
Member No.: 527
Joined: 3-October 11

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Freya looked at the woman she had tripped on with a bewildered expression on her face as though she was unaware of what she had just done. Before she could even begin thinking about formulating a reply, however, there was the sound of another voice and Freya looked up to see a man who was calling himself a hospital director. Director? Wasn't that the person who pointed a stick at musicians and waved it around a bit? Or no... No that was a conductor... She frowned, wondering what on earth a director did with a hospital.
She blinked and realized he was offering to help them both up and quickly accepted, getting to her feet with about as much grace as she had been knocked off of them. "Thank you," she murmured, still trying to figure out what a director did in the back of her mind... If her mind even had that much depth to it.
Freya frowned, "There's nothing wrong with my head," she protested with a perplexed look on her face. "I was just trying to leave..." she mumbled, glancing around as if for some conveniently nearby door through which she could leave. "I wonder where Cassie went..."
{Sorry it's short! x(}
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