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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 7:13:39 GMT
First day jitters 'Today a new job
Tomorrow the world!
“ Artemis stopped just in front of the run-down department store. She stood, letting the wind whip her hair across her face, and the cold seep into her bones, but she didn’t feel it. Her eyes and mind were fixed on the sign that read, “CONDEMNED” followed by “DO NOT ENTER”, the building had been deemed “unsafe” to prevent muggles from entering the property. Purge and Dowse, Ltd. The building she had escaped to during the summer. Perhaps “escaped” was too harsh a word. There was nothing at the farm she had been trying to escape, but rather the predictable safe routines she had developed. She wasn’t looking for danger or anything so ridiculous as her brother Jasper. But she was looking for excitement, for purpose. Her father had found purpose in being a Mazoologist and damn if he wasn’t the best one there was. So many unknown things about unknown creatures were now known, were explored and understood. Her father had done that. She was proud of him and what he had accomplished. Her mother had found purpose in serving her country as an Auror, like Jasper and her Uncle Theseus. They were all exceedingly brave and noble in her eyes. As much as she was proud of her father, she admired her mother and the deeds she had done to protect and serve. Uncle Theseus had shown true courage in the First World War defying the ministry to do so, and was eventually promoted to Head Auror. Jasper seemed to be on a similar path. Artemis wasn’t without her own accomplishments. Her work with Damocles and her accolades at the hospital in America were nothing to sniff at, but why then did she still feel empty? With another deep breath Artemis stepped inside, furthermore after “chatting” to the inanimate dummy she was finally brought fully into the wizarding hospital. St. Mungos was always a sight to her, and it really hadn’t changed. The same rickety wooden chairs and outdated issues of Witch Weekly – Artemis was certain she’d be able to find the same magazine as the last time she had been there (over five years ago) – and the myriad of patients with various illnesses all waiting to be seen. She had picked up her own lime green robe a few days prior, though the badge was taking a while. Beneath her long jacket she was already dressed for her first shift. It was odd being back after so long, although now she wore the coveted robes belonging to a healer and previously she had only been a volunteer, it almost felt like coming home, and yet coming home felt strange. Perhaps she was just looking for her own place in the world. After introducing herself to the unfamiliar faces she made her way up to the fourth floor. Spell Damage. No time to waste. She grabbed a clipboard with her patient’s name on it and briefly scanned the paperwork. She typically found more out after speaking to the patient than relying on the form in front of her. She made her way to the curtained area, “Hello, I’m Healer Scamander, I’ll be assisting you today.” She said lifting her eyes to her first patient. ” tags/notes OPEN, wanted to get Artemis into the mix a bit. Didn't let on too much about the patient or their malady so it's up to you! |
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Post by Evangeline Lucille Nott on Jan 31, 2018 17:04:30 GMT
 First Day Jitters Evie was fuming. Not just fuming, but feeling as though she could murder someone for looking at her the wrong way. How dare some scummy little nobody of a criminal hex her for trying to arrest them!? How dare they!? The idiot had been breaking into a house and Evie had been sent with a partner to apprehend the petty thief and bring him in for questioning. It had appeared that he didn't want to part with the heirlooms he had tucked into his jacket pocket, and he'd put up quite the struggle, firing hexes through the home they were chasing him through, and having to be tied up in a full body bind to stop him. Aurors were the ones that got all the praise and glory for taking down dark wizards and risking their lives to make the world a safer place, but the Magical Law Enforcement officers like Evie were at just as much risk of harm, they just didn't get the same level of appreciation. Shitty little law breakers could do plenty of damage without being dark witches or wizards, thank you very much, and Evie was currently living proof of that as she sat on the edge of her reserved bed in St. Mungo's. Hit by a stray hex the thief had sent, she hadn't ducked out of the way fast enough, and though her partner for the job had come out of it unscathed, Evie had immediately sprouted a rather impressive pair of antlers from the top of her head. A horn growing hex. Who in the name of Merlin's skiddy underpants sent horn growing hexes at a Hit Witch!? Just who!? She'd never known anything like it, and she'd done the job since she graduated from Hogwarts. It was insane, and more than a little bit embarrassing. She couldn't even cover them with a hat because they literally stuck up a good two feet tall, if not more, and she had had to apparate to the magical hospital, and wait around at the front desk for someone to finally get off their lazy arse and help her. The stares she had gotten in that time were enough to make her blood boil. She'd rather have been knocked out, or the victim of some sort of cutting curse than something that made her look stupid. As someone who liked to look good at all times, this was the worst possible thing that could have happened to Evie, and she was struggling to hide how angry and fed up she was, hoping she'd get a healer who would just fix her up and let her go without any chit chat at all, because she couldn't promise that she'd be able to hide her bitchy thoughts as well as she usually did. She perched on the bed, refusing to get comfortable because she certainly wasn't staying long. Of course her perching was nothing to do with the fact that the antlers kept hitting and catching on things whenever she moved, and she was scared of shredding the curtains around the bed and getting herself in an embarrassing tangle. It didn't take long for a blonde woman to approach her, nose buried in Evie's file, she only bothered to look up after introducing herself. Rude. Rude, but with the loveliest green eyes. "Scamander," she repeated. "Related to Sexy Scamander, the Auror, by any chance?" she asked with one perfectly groomed brow raised as she looked the woman over a bit more. Jasper Scamander was an Auror, and one of the hottest guys in the Ministry according to anyone with eyes. Evie had never really given much thought to if he had family, except for wondering about any brothers and whether they looked like him at all. "Well, I think it's obvious why I'm here," she moved on, pointing to her head. "Don't suppose you can get rid of these for me so I can get out of your hair," she requested with a smile, desperately trying to convey that she wasn't as riled about her current condition as she actually was. _______________________ tag: @artemis notes: Hope you don't mind me jumping in! <3 outfit: Oh, deer.[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield"] |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2018 7:33:23 GMT
First day jitters 'Today a new job
Tomorrow the world!
“ “Oh! Goodness…” she hadn’t been expecting antlers on her first day. Not quite the vicious malady she was expecting from a hit wizard, but she supposed getting an odd first patient was better than getting a near death one.To her credit, she didn’t laugh. She wouldn’t, she was a professional, but it was more difficult than she let on.Despite the antlers the girl sitting, ahem – perching – on the bed, was absolutely gorgeous, and somewhat familiar. Not that it was a surprise, the wizarding community was a small one, and according to the woman’s file Evie was 22 just two years younger than Artemis. They probably went to school together.It hit her then like a ton of bricks, Evangeline Nott. Nott. Some families were more infamous than others, the sacred 28 were among that infamy, but apparently so too were the Scamanders. Evie guessed at Artemis’ family just a hair before Artemis figured out Evie’s, although most people mentioned her father first. Newt Scamander, famous mazoologist and author. Or her uncle Theseus who was head of the auror department in the 20s known for his heroic war deeds. Apparently, Jasper was now becoming something of a celebrity as well, though she hoped it was for more than his looks. Jasper’s ego was already big, finding out that he was “Sexy Scamander” would not help the situation – although Artemis was fairly sure her brother knew he was attractive.“He’s my brother.” she answered, “Small world.” she smiled.Returning to the matter at hand she snapped to attention, “Yes, of course, just a second.”She moved to the large storage cabinet and opened the doors. Inside there was a plethora of tinctures and herbs, as well as some modern chemicals. Artemis handled everything with an expert hand mixing the exact amount of ingredients together. She poured the final mixture into a vial and added three drops of jasmine oil and put the cork in to seal it. One last shake and she returned to Evie.“Use it like shampoo, and the antlers should dissolve at the base. Just don’t use any actual shampoo afterward for at least 24 hours unless you want to go bald.” Artemis was pretty certain that the lovely brunette in front of her could probably even pull off losing all of her hair. “You’re all set.”
She was happy to have successfully diagnosed her first patient and was able to readily provide a cure that it took her a moment longer to think of Evie’s predicament. She paused for a moment and pursed her lips to the side. She could tell from the way Evie was postured that the antlers were a horrible inconvenience, Artemis didn’t have it in her to make Evie walk back into the waiting area with antlers still fixed on her head, even if Evie had the cure, it would still be mortifying.
“Come on. I’ve got a spare scrub you can put on over your clothes, we can wash your hair in the sink and get rid of those things before you have to go back out.” ” |
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Post by Evangeline Lucille Nott on Feb 14, 2018 20:43:33 GMT
First Day Jitters The healer confirmed that she was indeed Jasper's sister, and Evie bit her lip, trying to hide the smug smile that threatened to appear there. She really had no reason to feel smug, but just knowing that she knew something that Jasper was unaware she knew gave her a childish sense of having one up on the guy. It was ridiculous, and petty, but then Evie was petty. It was a good thing people didn't know that side of her because she'd likely get labeled as childish and bratty and probably immature. She wouldn't agree with the immature bit, but behind closed doors she could certainly be a brat. She was, in fact, desperate to be a brat about her current medical condition, but she couldn't. Had she been at her parents home, or with one of her siblings, she would have exploded in a series of highly pissed off rants, slamming doors, screeching about how horribly embarrassing she looked and how nobody could ever understand the trauma of having to walk around in public with antlers. It would be a mighty drama, and then she'd likely be satiated by her father offering to treat her to some new clothes or something else fancy and costly to cheer her up because her outburst was completely understandable, and she should really reconsider putting herself at such risk working in Magical Law Enforcement. She knew the whole scene by heart, but she'd not bothered to create it today. She'd treat herself to something nice afterwards, anyway, though it would have been nice to get a bit of sympathy and love from her family. A vial of liquid was offered to her, and Evie took it from the blonde, staring at the bubbly ointment inside. Her face was blank, despite the bubbling cauldron of annoyance brewing inside of her. So that was it? Go home with your stupid antlers and wash them off? Go back out through the hospital and scrape holes in the walls as you go, be stared at like some sort of clown by every person you passed, and, oh yeah, take the bed curtains with you, because as soon as you get up you're going to get hooked on them and never be able to escape! What in Merlin's name was this woman thinking!? Evie gritted her teeth and was about to offer some sort of abrupt thanks and storm out of the room when the woman spoke again, offering to help Evie use the shampoo before she went home. Well, that was much better, though she didn't like the sound of these scrubs she was being offered to wear for the occasion. "Thank you," she said simply, standing up from the bed gingerly and twisting to the side to awkwardly shuffle along until she was clear of those bloody bed curtains. "I don't think I could face the amount of stares I got on the way in again," she added, trying to cool her temper and remain somewhat lovely in the blonde's eyes. It was hard. It was so bloody hard. _______________________ tag: @artemis notes: <3 outfit: Oh, deer.[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield"] |
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