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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 11, 2022 23:22:24 GMT 7
Remy almost regretted joining this line of career, the one that currently forced him to sit on this bed in the hospital's emergency ward. Almost, but not quite. He knew that injuries are basically a given in his line of work, but he never expected to get one in his very first week. ("You're lucky," his senior said earlier, "you got an easy one. Mostly people got bit by a curse much later but it's much more severe," she elaborated, and from that point of view he could understand why he was considered lucky.)
Thankfully, he got out of that situation with only a few little pus-filled boils on his face, which itches like hell, and the attending nurse had said not to scratch it even though he wanted to. So bad. He just wanted to scratch his face off at this point so he won't feel this itchy again.
Where the hell was the healer? The nurse said that one would be by shortly, but how short? Remy gripped the bedsheets, the one he was currently sitting on, in an attempt not to scratch.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 11, 2022 23:37:03 GMT 7
“I guess you want to handle this one.”
What was that guess work? The frown shaped on his forehead as the well quote unquote nurse slash healer slash someone who helps the mediwizards work on a day to day basis. He looked up to mentor and he mentioned it was time for him to take care of himself, beside it won’t be something major.
It wasn’t like physically regrowing bone or something that came out from the unbeatable curse. ‘Remembered the first aid and potion lesson, you’ll be fine.’ Let’s hope none die because of his lack of experience.
“Right, Mr Pickering let’s see what — oh, you…” He should know, he was the only muggleborn in Slytherin in his year. The rumour spread like wildfire and it was validated by the purist who looked at the (was) boy in disgust. “What’s the problem?”
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 11, 2022 23:48:10 GMT 7
It seemed like an eternity had passed before he heard footsteps approaching him. Heavy, like a man's, and not the lightweight steps the nurses carried with them. Of course it would seem like an eternity when he was trying with all his might not to scratch his own face. In a way, he knew if he started he wouldn't be able to stop.
"Yeah, me," he nearly barked to the innocent healer—who turned out to be a Hufflepuff boy from his year—Kelly, his name was. "Can't you see?!" He pointed to his own face, and in doing so, couldn't resist it anymore—he started scratching.
It was in a way very relieving, but very painful. Every scratch just made him want to claw at his face more and more. "Curse," he managed to grit out an explanation in the middle of scratching. "Do something! Please! It's so itchy..."
Itchy, and now painful, and some boils finally popped, dirtying his face with yellowish-white pus.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 12, 2022 0:15:06 GMT 7
There was a clink of a coin right on the tip of his shoe. A knut, he frowned and wondered if it was Pickering’s but the man was too busy with his face boiling like second degree burn. Rhys could be panicked but panic brought him nowhere, so he asked.
"Can't you see?!" Calm down you bitch! Of course I can see! “I can’t help you if I don’t know the cause.” He wasn't a senior Mediwizard who was able to notice the source of injuries or disease on that matter just by the look in the eye. His mouth opened as soon as he knew the cause from the man.
“First take off from your hand, you will make it worse even scaring your pretty face.” He slapped Pickering hand from his own face, hissed when there was some blister pop as expected and in this kind of time, it might have been infected. There was a feather landing on the man's face.
“Who the heck does someone bring an owl here? Accio —” He called a potion in an amber apothecary glass vessel. It was anti-inflammatory and for the itchiness. “Have your mentor mentioned bringing an anti-cursed amulet, especially for something minor like it, it can be prevented.”
He put his gloves on and a handful of cotton buds. “Hold your breath, it might a wee bit stink.” A citrusy aroma filled the room as soon as he put a little bit liquid to the cotton bud before put it on the man’s face.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 12, 2022 0:32:09 GMT 7
It was so itchy, and Kelly just slapped his hand from his face—he wanted to scream some obscenities but the feather that just landed on his nose distracted him for a second. He grabbed the feather while Kelly accio-d something, and shoved the feather carelessly into his pocket.
"I wasn't supposed to be hit!" he defended himself, while the truth was he was assigned an amulet and he forgot to wear it today. For the past week not one curse had lashed out to his small team (only consisted of his senior, who was training him, and of course himself) and it just had to do that on the day he forgot his amulet.
His hand now gripping his own knee, he held his breath as instructed while Kelly dabbed his face with the liquid that was inside the bottle via a cotton bud. Immediately, he could feel relief, true relief, as the cool liquid vanished the itchiness he felt before.
"Oh..." he almost moaned in pleasure before remembering where he sat right now, and closed his mouth so fast you could almost hear his jaws clicked into place.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 12, 2022 0:52:58 GMT 7
“You weren't and yet you are here.” Reckless! No wonder there was a wing dedicated for the hit wizard, auror and curse breaker. They were the same, same breed, the reckless. Mostly for those who work by reaction, mostly for those who were in Gryffindor — lots of them were from Gryffindor and yet Rhys met the anomaly Slytherin.
Rhys expected a loud scream, a screeching voice, a grip on the bed sheet and what he heard was a moan released from the man’s mouth. He expected to scold his school mate to stay still but he got shivered at the back of his neck. Fuck that! If only it was allowed to slap Pickering with his inflexible 14” wand — he already did.
“Good thing you mentioned it was from cursed, I could just give you anti blistering for Dragon’s poison. Hold this.” He has no patience to hold the cotton as large as a notebook to the man’s face. He took his want, tapped on his robe when a clipboard with a feather pen floated beside him.
“Mr Pickering, cursed, physical injury, mild.” Rhys spoke mindlessly and the pen started scribbling on the top of it. “First aid, anti-inflammatory.” Before he looked again to Pickering still on the bed. “I would prescribe you the medicine, what you need to do is just take it diligently and — wait, do you have the curse amulet already? Isn’t it working?”
If he brought it, this accident shouldn’t have happened in the first place.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 12, 2022 1:06:59 GMT 7
"Well not truly curse, it was a cursed object and I was trying to release it but it backfired on me," and he wasn't that fast and couldn't dodge it and the backlash hit him right on the face. His senior, who was right behind him, successfully escaped with no scratch (or face full of boils) at all.
It was his turn to hold the cotton to his face while Kelly was busy making notes, although an enchanted feather was the thing that truly did the job so why couldn't Kelly hold the cotton longer? He grumbles under his breath, and moved the cotton to the spots he felt itchier than others.
"Mmm?" His eyebrows raised at Kelly's question. "I have it but I currently don't have it on me," which is a code for 'he forgot to put it on this morning'. "If I had it I wouldn't have to come here in the first place."
He sighed, and let himself fall back to lay down along the width of the bed while his feet was still firmly planted on the ground. "So you became a healer, eh?"
He didn't know Kelly all that well in school. He didn't know anyone that well, to be precise—it's not like the other houses want to befriend a Slytherin, and the other Slytherins steered clear of him because he was a muggleborn.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 12, 2022 1:25:18 GMT 7
“Same result, eh?” Thankfully it was a mild curse, probably some distasteful prank or a warning from someone who was annoyed. Malice, might but not in the dangerous section of the spectrum. As long as Pickering won’t scratch his face, the feature won’t shift.
"I have it but I currently don't have it on me," The claim was so bold for a curse breaker he sighs as a response. Unaware that the quill recorded his action. He was right, even though Pickering was a Slytherin, the thesis of hit wizard, auror, and curse breaker were reckless being validated.
“— true, and your pretty face won’t look like someone poured hot water or acid.” He prescribed medication, scratch the amulet.
"So you became a healer, eh?"
Rhys frowned while looking at the man laying on the bed, he shrugged. “I always want to be a Mediwizard.” His parents — even though never had a proper education but they were also healers. With the gods and goddesses that they believed and the giants (separation with the giants defined by ministry of magic), also because of his parents he knew more about medicinal plants compared to most highly educated wizards.
“And you are a curse breaker, I knew it from the nurse who gave me your information.” Rhys stood with a thin smile formed in his thin lips. “But why?”
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 12, 2022 1:51:57 GMT 7
Pretty. That word again. During the course of five minutes since Kelly got here he heard that word twice already, which made him frown. With the itchiness finally dying down, he took away the medicine-soaked cotton from his face and looked at Kelly.
"Really," he replied, staring at the man who just a few months before sat in the NEWTS alongside him. He could still remember looking around the class in the theoretical part of the exam and seeing Kelly's chestnut hair from the back, bobbing slightly as the owner wrote furiously on parchment.
It was his turn to be asked, again. He nodded when Kelly said his profession, and the man asked why. And to that, he just shrugged, mirroring what Kelly did when answering his question. "It's something I'm good at. Not casting curses but I'm okay at taking it apart."
Seven years of 'harmless pranks' would do that to anyone, he supposed.
"Just seems like the most logical path to take. Although I'm starting to regret it now," he sighed. "You keep calling me pretty, what would your girl say?"
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 12, 2022 2:05:59 GMT 7
He shrugged. He knew he excel at herbology, potion, and healing charms, resulting in his chosen profession. Rhys has a little patients for potion, and easy to get annoyed with pest for focusing himself as herbologist. He always wants to help people even though it was easy for him to scold people, but if it was for greater good? Why not?
“Not something I used to see from Slytherins alumni, if I can be honest with you.” There was no malice intention, it was just a fact. “People from your house mostly chanted curses instead of breaking one.” The smile formed again, a bit bitter, a bit nonchalant, along with the shrug.
But the whine coming from the man seems harmless, regretting the job, yeah he might, however somehow it won’t happen. Guts feeling. “Resign then, find a new one. Something that won’t bring you to this wing when you forget something. That kind of job isn’t for everyone.” But yet Rhys challenged him.
His eyebrow rose, the conversation was talking about jobs and suddenly shifted about girls. His love life was eventful, but was, as past tense. As soon as he enter St. Mungo, his previous partner, couldn't handle the long hours of work separation but Pickering shouldn’t have to know.
“Everybody is pretty, don’t you think? What? Would you rather me calling you ugly face instead?”
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 12, 2022 15:05:17 GMT 7
"You found the exception, then," he shrugged when Kelly mentioned what the members of his House mostly do. He was the exception—in more ways than one. Being the exception so often had desensitized him to it, in a way. "Like hell I will let go of this one. You don't know how hard it is for me to find a job in the first place."
While it is true that he could always work as a shopkeeper or something, or maybe even go back to the normal world and say goodbye to this one, he feel like it wouldn't be a good thing for his future. He'd exerted a lot of effort and energy into learning everything that he needed to learn to survive, especially in the first years of school, poring over a lot of books and analyzing who he could trust in his house or outside of it, something that didn't really come naturally to him.
He had invested a lot and haven't gotten much return on it.
"If everybody is pretty then no one is pretty," he replied simply. "You go around calling people pretty, you're bound to make a girl disappointed someday. Or a guy. I don't judge."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 12, 2022 23:14:20 GMT 7
Exception. The word itself seemed alienating Pickering with the path of his previous house, possibly of the world. People have their own prejudice with Slytherin and of course it wasn’t baseless. Numbers of alumni from that particular house and of course, including the founding father of the house itself has a certain trait that for sure Slytherin possessed even dominated.
Rhys smiled, looked at Pickering with his whined, and mentioned the job that was hard for him to get. To be fair, the job wasn’t as hard as on the other side. If he lived in the non magic world, he couldn’t do medicine without extensive additional education for years. None want to pay druid anymore, as chemical medication was already introduced and widely used.
“Well if you said so, consider yourself as an exception then, you are used to it.”
He reached his clipboard and the quill flew to his coat pocket. He took a good look at the man’s face, the redness already calmed down including the boils. “Right, it's just a matter of hours now. I’ll give you a potion and you should take it after the meal. It will regenerate your broken skin.”
There was uneasiness on Pickering’s smile. Why did he say that? Was he the hunter? You know, the one who looks for those who have anomalies and put them to conversion camp or even authority, in fact Pickering was part of authorities. But, he thought those kinds of things only happened in non magic worlds. “I can make sure none wants to spend their time with someone who can’t even spare their time. That someday won’t happen anytime soon.”
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 12, 2022 23:37:31 GMT 7
He let Kelly take a good look at his face, all pure business as the man is a healer after all now, and he guessed Kelly found his condition satisfactory because he mentioned potions. He always hated potions and the strange effects it had. At least Muggle medications couldn't make steam come out of your ears or things like that. He grimaced just thinking what the potion would do to him.
As for his comment about guys—he didn't know what made him do that, it just came out on its own. In the seven years he spent in a boarding school of course he'd heard a lot of rumours, including who was dating who and sometimes he would hear rumours of... less than traditional couples.
"I guess you're a busy one," he replied simply. "Get someone busier than you, they won't complain about your schedule then," he added, accompanied by a grin as he chucked the potion-soaked cotton into a nearby trash can. "I can go back right after this, right?"
And face a dressing down from his senior, with a strong reminder not to forget his amulet ever again in the future.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 13, 2022 17:41:52 GMT 7
He still remembered Galatea’s pout face when the bargaining didn’t even fulfil both ends. The girl asked for a date at least once a week, especially when he had a weekend off. However, the only date he wanted was on the bed, cuddling and falling asleep. A full rest before he need to go back to St. Mungo and busying himself as an apprentice mediwizard. Of course the girl said no, she expected to go to the park, maybe going to opera, theater, wine and dine. Rhys was still far off from affording those things, not the financial part but the time. Time is indeed the most expensive thing for him. His thin lips smiled, although it didn’t exactly seem like a smile. “Home, yes, work, no. I’ll write to your higher person to put you off two days. Take it as a reminder you shouldn’t forget the amulet anymore.” Rhys took off his gloves and threw it to the nearest bin, it made hissing sounds like it was burned itself. “So, wait here for a bit, a nurse will cover that part so you won’t scratch it and she will tell you when you can leave.” He smiled with a clipboard in his arm. “Right, speedy recovery Mr Pickering.” He left the room, while sometimes peeked on the clipboard that mentioned E. Pickering. [FIN]
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