START HERE: Patient's Check-In Area
 

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Down the third floor corridor and towards the main door of the Hospital Wing, you will find yourself in a relatively warm and cozy antechamber. On both sides, you will see wooden benches long enough to seat at least 10 people. This is where the patient or companions of the patient wait and fill out the Emergency Form provided by Healer Reed.

Facing the door, there are two podiums flanking the threshold where a self-inking quill and a stack of blank Emergency Forms are provided. This is where you will fill up the form for Healer Reed's reference. Once the forms are correctly filled up, the patient or companion of the patient should drop the form inside the niche beside the door. Said niche is charmed to sort itself out so that your Emergency Form (and nothing else beside the provided forms) will reach Healer Reed wherever he may be.

So take a deep breath, exhale slowly and fill out the parchment provided. Healer Reed will attend to you shortly.

OOC: Copy, paste, and fill up the form provided, In-Character (IC). Please include this form in your RP Post below, and we will attend to you shortly. All SS Rules are strictly implemented here. Thank you.

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Hospital Wing Emergency Form Patient’s Name: [Full Name] Patient’s Year & House: [Please put N/A if you’re a Staff Member] Accompanied By: [Please put N/A if your character came alone] Link(s) to post(s) where the injury or illness happened: [Do NOT leave this blank, unless you want us to take ages to attend to your student/professor.]

Patient Name: Aslan Evans.
Accompanied by: N/A

Links: (none because this is a kind of check up/need to understand something)

The first few days had been peaceful, and River was thankful that most, if not all of the students were in tip-top shape. The Healer was on his desk, reading the latest Healer's Journal from the Healer's Association when a very familiar form landed on top of what he was reading. River almost choked on his tea as he eyed his first potential patient.

Alright. At least he got a name out of it. River got up from his seat with the form in his hand, and made his way to the Waiting Area. "Miss Evans?" River expected her to have company, and that she'd look miserable in a way. The Healer approached the young lady, quietly assessing her if she was injured...or hiding any injury. Teens tend to do that, he supposed. "What can I do for you?" he asked tucking his hands in front of him, tilting his head to the side wondering what on earth is wrong with this lady.

Aslan, dark haired, dark eyed and slightly brooding didn't notice the Healer even as he spoke to her. She was caught up, you see. Her mind racing around possible conclusions, symptoms she'd never realized might be symptoms and some, if any kind of diagnosis that might come her way.

She did this without worry, concern or anxiety. It was another puzzle, that was all. A puzzle to piece together to reach the solution to a problem that was becoming more and more of an annoyance. The shadow on the floor was what caught her attention, long and misshapen but male in form.

Undoubtably the -not-Murdoch- healer.

Glancing up, her slightly glazed over eyes took in the Healer's appearance with vague curiosity. He was, as all the rest of the staff and the rest of the school for that matter, physically attractive, albeit in a way that did not appeal to her taste.

The Gryffindor's features were neutral, calm and perhaps just a bit weary. "Yes. Evans." She said, quite a bit of time after his question. Aslan remained seated. "I can't seem to calm my mind. My thoughts chase over each other before I can conclude them and as I'm sure you can conclude that isn't exactly helpful." Tone even, Aslan raised an eyebrow as she waited. What sort of magic does a Healer employ to check the mind?

With his Healer training instantly kicking in, River stood silently as he regarded the Gryffindor before him. He had concluded that she isn’t hurt physically, which was a relief, but the energy she gave off was more troubling. River did not want to jump into conclusions right away, given that Miss Evans might need counselling more than physical healing.

Is this what Jordan warned him about? No, she’s not faking her illness, but she looked crestfallen and tired. Tired of what, exactly?

River remained neutral, deciding ultimately that Miss Evans’ case was something he should treat carefully. By the looks of it, the lady Gryffindor in front of him can no longer be classified as a child, and if she came to him looking for answers, then perhaps privacy should be added to the formula as well. The raised brow was not missed, and the Healer returned it with a kind grin. “Medically speaking, I can conclude that you’ve lost a good amount of sleep because of these racing thoughts.” He said nodding to her. “The body doesn't lie.” He added as he held up Miss Evan’s form and tapped it against his open palm. “Kettle’s just boiled. Care to join me for tea, Miss Evans?” he asked gesturing his hand towards his office door. The Gryffindor doesn’t need any sleeping tincture... for now. It seemed that she needed an adult person to talk to.

OOC: You can post now in his office!

"Have a seat, Sam. I'll fill out your form. I've probably got better handwriting anyway, hm?" Junia shooed her injured friend to one of the benches when they arrived and headed right up to the podium for form filling out purposes. She was quite good at bossing, had he noticed? And honestly, said bossing was helping her feel more like herself and less like a worried girl friend. Girl friend with a space in between. That kind of girl friend.

...obviously.

Right, forms.

After placing the necessary paperwork into the niche, Junia returned to the older boy and took a seat beside him. She smiled a little, observing him for a moment before speaking. "...I've never been in the hospital wing before."

Trained to act and prepare fast, River wasted no second to get all the things he needed for Rosalyn. He knew that his colleagues would be there shortly, given that the Bistro was just across the Hospital Wing. The Healer went on to set the bed by pulling the blanket away from the mattress and placed a charm on it to keep it warm for Rosalyn. And before he left the area to welcome in his first patient, River scribbled notes and his initial diagnosis at the back of Rosalyn’s form, and attached it to the foot of her bed.

River spun around as soon as he was done, only to be welcomed by Roscoe, his black Newfoundland with another Emergency Form. “Don’t look so happy, Roscoe. This young man is a patient, not a new playmate.” River gave his dog a good pat on the head before summoning in the first patient.

“Rosalyn? You may now come in. Bed 1 is yours for the day.” He said as he opened the main door of the Hospital Wing, and briefly glanced at the two students waiting for him. Hmm. Whatever happened to the young man, eh? “You too, Gaston.” He said gesturing his head towards the chair beside Rosalyn’s bed. He had to make sure the Charms professor didn’t get Rosalyn’s bug.

OOC: You may now post in Bed 1.

As soon as the two adults were inside, River attended to the students waiting for him. With his black robes billowing behind him, the Healer put on a friendly grin as he went on to greet the two. “Afternoon, Miss Botros...Master Chevalier.” River instinctively went on to assess the Gryffindor with his eyes. The fact that the young man was a Lion already said so much, and the Healer had to suppress a chuckle as he reviewed the boy’s form. You are quite right, Miss Botros.

“Alright. Enlighten me, Master Chevalier. What happened to you?”

Yes, Sam did notice that Junia had no trouble calling the shots. And in this instance, he had no qualms with that: she could fill out the paperwork and he could just sit here holding his arm. Somehow holding it made it seem slightly better, even if that was just mental. He nodded before she walked off.

Idly, he glanced around the hospital wing to distract him from the pain in his arm. He'd never visited before, for himself or for anyone else. So when Junia returned and asked him about it, he shook his head some. "Me neither." A boy of many words.

When the healer had finished tending to another patient who was there before them, the man made his way over to them. Sam thought it a little odd that he called him Master Chevalier. Only house elves had called him that before. Maybe he was foreign.

"Well, we were jumping off the swings and I came down on my arm." Needless to say, his landing needed some work. "I heard something make a 'snap' when it happened." If that made any difference. Still holding his arm with his free hand, he kept his eyes on the healer for some good healing wisdom.

Junia sat quietly, chewing her lip. Mostly she hoped that Sam wasn't too cross with her over what had happened. Again, not her fault, but she did have a big part in making this little competition take place.

..."You can fix it, right, Healer Reed?" Like, there were potions for something like this, she was sure of it. It wasn't like Sam had to stay in the hospital wing for ages...right?

“Ah.” River continued to listen to the young Gryffindor as he gently took his injured arm by the elbow in one hand, while the other was on the boy’s shoulder joint gently lifting it up. “Must’ve been a high jump then.” He continued internally shaking his head in amusement. What kids would do nowadays to get an adrenaline rush, eh? “Alright then, Master Chevalier. I need to examine you further inside the Hospital wing.” He said straightening up and gave the boy and his companion the space to move along.

“Of course, Miss Botros. Trust me, I have seen worse.” He grinned at the young Slytherin and gestured for them to move. “You’re welcome to accompany Master Chevalier inside, if you wish. Off you pop then.”

OOC: You may now post in Bed 2!

Scribbling notes on the piece of parchment proved to be very difficult with her left arm. She was right handed and she had landed and had hurt her arm quite a bit. Before when she had confronted the poltergeists, it hadn't hurt but now it was really aching.

"Perfect," she said to herself before turning to Profesosr Greyvson. "Thank you for accompanying me." Fortunately, they hadn't run into Peeves or Miffy again. Phew.

Imogen gave Miss Holden a small smile when she thanked her for accompanying her. ”Don’t worry about it Miss Holden, I would have felt bad if I hadn’t made sure you got here without incident.” she admitted with a small smile. ”After all, Peeves and Miffy did attack you right outside of my classroom, it would have been rude of me not to help out.” or maybe it was the mother in her that made her want to help out the young Gryffindor that greatly reminded her of her own Annabelle. She hoped the young girl did feel better soon, after all she had taken quite a great injury to her arm. ”I’m sure that Healer Reed will be able to help out well,” besides…Healer Reed was attractive and that made her all the more willing to help Olivia Holden out.

Still, she wasn’t going to tell the young Gryffindor that…it was, well, it wouldn’t put her in the best light as a Professor now would it? Hi…I didn’t come for you? no that was just rude! She’d never say that…well, she’d say that if she were with Moaning Myrtle. The weeping thing was so utterly annoying. ”does your arm hurt any more than it had earlier?” she asked kindly.

Truth be told by the time Skylar exited the forest and was walking back up the castle stairs, her arm didn't feel so bad anymore. However, she'd seen him at the feast and at daily dinners and well, truth be told the third year wanted to know more about this new staff member. And given that he didn't teach any classes, well having an excuse to come to the Hospital Wing was the only way she'd get to know more about him. Thankfully she finally had the excuse, even if it was a gelid reason.

Yesterday, when he said to one of his colleagues that the Hospital Wing was relatively peaceful, he should’ve known not to talk too soon. If yesterday had been quiet, today was the complete opposite. He’d just attended to a professor, then to a Gryffindor boy, and now....a female Lion, and a student who was brave enough to befriend an adult, just a few weeks back.

Seriously, what is wrong with these Gryffindor children? It seemed that the trend hasn’t changed a bit, when he himself was a student like, “Miss Holden?” River had a worried look on his face as he came out of the Hospital wing right after attending to Master Chevalier. “Imogen.” He said acknowledging the woman with a brief grin. “Thank you for accompanying, Olivia. What happened to you, Miss Holden?” Because it doesn’t hurt to give him a very brief background of her accident. “Please take a seat while you’re at it.” He added, addressing the same to Imogen.


River busied himself with cleaning up the Hospital Wing, and restocking his medical supplies, when another emergency form floated his way. The Healer was fast enough to snatch it in midair, to give it a quick read. Ah, a Slytherin? He gave the door from the inside a good look, then back to the form in his hand in wonder. River thought it was rare for a Slytherin to visit the Hospital Wing, given that they were the careful bunch back in his student days. What could possibly have gone wrong with this student?

In just a few, and quick strides, River emerged from the Hospital Wing like a huge bat with his black robes billowing behind him. “Miss Diggory, good afternoon.” He said to the lone snake. “What...can I do for you?” he asked curiously, given that she was clearly not in pain, nor did she look like she was extremely ill.

Olivia glanced at Professor Greyvson and offered her a small smile as she gingerly held her arm. She was still grateful that the Professor had helped her out. "Yes, Healer Reed is very nice. He told me that if I ever broke my arm, I should come see him." She chuckled a little, wondering how he would react. Maybe when he came over, she ought to grin and make light of the situation. Hehe. She wondered how he would react to THAT. Teehe.

Her mind wandered as it occasionally did to other thoughts. Her thoughts went to the little Snake that had been with them. Carlton. She wondered how he was. Poor thing was probably terrified to venture around the school alone now. She'd have to speak to him as soon as she was mobile again. Yes. That would be a must. Olivia snapped back to reality when Professor Greyvson had asked her a question. Oh! Her arm. "It's sore. It really hurts to move it. I've tried rotating my wrist and..." she said, trying to demonstrate and winced. "I don't have much movement. I'm not sure if its broken. I hope its not. I hope its just bruised." She glanced down at her arm and bit her lip. It hurt way more than a bruise.

And Healer Reed came out with a very worried look. Hi. She took a seat, following his instruction to do so, and then began her story. "Well I think I may broken my arm so we came to see you!" she added with a small smile, trying to make light of the situation before frowning slightly. Maybe humor wasn't the best approach at the moment, eh? Well... "I broke my arm... but I didn't go looking for trouble, Healer Reed." Yes, she swore. She told him that she wouldn't. Mhmm.. She probably looked like an absolute mess. Leeches on her, hair messed up.... Yeah. It was great to look like this in front of an attractive person. Cheeks flushed slightly and she brought herself to focus. Ahem. The leech. She could feel it still attached. She shuddered. It was quite awful.

Though she supposed that she ought to give him the full story, right? Where to begin? Ah. Yes. At the beginning. "Well I was exploring around the castle when I ran into another student, Carlton Lewis. Carlton's a first year here. He's probably terrified by what happened." She would definitely have to check in with him. She paused. "He and I were admiring the suits of armor when Peeves came out of nowhere and flew dungbombs at us. Peeves was parading around, trying to convince Carlton that he'd blame the mess at the Suits of Armor on Carlton and I. Then he said we'd get expelled which didn't seem possible." It wasn't possible since they hadn't committed the offense; however, poor Carlton had believed it. Poor thing. She wished there was some spell that she could have used to defend both of them.

"Then his wife, Miffy, appeared and they fought. Then Prefect Kitty Valentine appeared to help us out. Family drama. Peeves left quite upset. He didn't leave without throwing a few dungbombs and some armor getting knocked over. Then Miffy left too, dumping a few live leeches on me." She shuddered and tried to block that thought out of her mind. "I tried to move out of the way and slipped, landing on my right arm," she said, motioning to her sore arm that she gingerly held. "I also think I have a leech on my neck and one on my shoulder that are still attached." Last time she checked, they still were. "Carlton was in tears and then Professor Greyvson came out to investigate. She found us on the floor. Then she offered to escort us to the Hospital Wing." Yes, it had been a very nice offer.

River sat beside Olivia, and got her form out in one swift motion, and scribbled medical notes on it. The Healer held a sigh as the young Gryffindor mentioned Peeves...and his partner. River wasn’t exactly surprised, given that he’d witnessed Peeves’ notorious pranks before, and the fact that his nephew, Jace, had an accident just last term sustaining a head injury because of Peeves. Of course, as an uncle, he had to insist to examine the boy just to be sure.

Apparently, the not so friendly poltergeist wasn’t anywhere near from being over his infamous tricks. As Olivia recounted what happened to her and her companions, River shot Imogen a quick glance, then back to the injured Lion. “I see. I can surely fix your arm...and your...leech problem.” He finally said tilting Olivia’s head to the side to look at the worm fixated firmly on her. “Huh. Medieval bloodletting without my knowledge?” he asked jokingly. Who knows if the young Gryffindor was that adventurous? After jotting down another quick note on Olivia’s form, River finally stood up and looked at the opposite side of the corridor. “I do hope the other two students are okay. I think it’s a good idea to let Roderick and Justin know about their students.” he said as he looked at his colleague, “I am more concerned about the first year student, however.” Poor kid.

“Anyway, let’s continue this discussion inside while I fix Miss Holden's arm.” He said stepping away from the two ladies and gestured his arm towards the hospital doors. “Off you go, then.”

OOC: You can now post in Bed 3!

Mason covered his nose behind one of his fingers jelly-jinxed hands as he made his way towards the hospital. The nose had stopped bleeding but he didn't want anyone to see the dried blood in case someone stopped him to ask questions. And he really did not want to tell anyone HOW he gotten in this state. He'd find Dora later and demand his wand back. Yes, she still had his wand. Ugh.

Entering the check in area, the Ravenclaw walked towards a little sign that read he had to sign up. He laughed. Though he wasn't really laughing. How was he supposed to write with fingers like jelly?!

He picked up the self inking quill and it dropped on the paper immediately. This was no use. He would kick at the door for the Healer to come but he didn't want any more trouble. So after a quick look around to see if no one could see him, he picked up the quill with his mouth and began to write.

The writing was illegible and he laughed again when he looked at it. Perhaps this was better, if the Healer couldn't make out what it said he would be on the top of the list.

Pushing the piece of paper in the niche beside the door and then turned around to sit and wait.

The man just had his late lunch, and was trapped in the moving staircases when the emergency form made its way to him. His first thought when he saw the piece of parchment was that somebody tampered his magical niche. His second thought however, was the possible high severity of an accident that this person could no longer write.

No matter what he thinks of the form, both guesses needed his immediate attention.

River took two steps at a time, rounded up a secret corridor, down a few flight of stairs, into a secret portrait, then out into the Third Floor. Black robes billowed behind him as he quickened his pace towards the antechamber to find, "Master...Winslow?" he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion as he saw his...jelly fingers.

Alright, so that's the first accident right there, but why was he covering his nose? "Let me see that." River pocketed Mason's form as he got one of his hands and slowly closed it into a fist...or lump in his case to prevent it from wiggling around. "Your other hand please." Which also means, show your broken and bloody nose, young man.

Winslow....

Well, at least the Healer could read his name. Or did he knew his name in general? Not that it mattered, what mattered was that he was here so that Mason could get help.

He was surprised when the man did not come through the hospital wing door but from the corridor. He held up one of his hands as the Healer grabbed it, making a 'fist' of his jelly jinxed fingers hand and the Ravenclaw looked at it, a look of both curiousity and disgust on his face.

When he had to show his other hand he hesitated for a second or two. Then, slowly and not looking at the Healer but behind him he lowered his hand. Dried blood was still under his obviously broken nose.

He hoped that he wasn't going to ask questions because he needed to leave as soon as possible to find Dora and kick ask her to give his wand back.

River, to be honest, wasn't very certain about the kind of injury this boy had sustained. In the magical world, the case of a broken nose isn't always an isolated case. In their world, a plethora of facial accidents were many...and could be complex. The Healer sighed slowly as he saw the bloody and broken nose of Mason. What had hit this kid? A troll's club? River was quick to have his wand and vanished the dried blood from the boy's face. "Tergeo."

After cleaning up Mason's face, River went back to fold the boy's fingers in a fist and ushered him to go inside the Hospital Wing. "Let's get you fixed, shall we?"

OOC: You can now post in Bed 2!

He knew her name!? Except for the fact that she'd totally signed her name on the log, but Skylar was going to go with the former saying that he KNEW her. Because it definitely made things much better....

But her face blanked out when he asked what he could do for her, because clearly nothing seemed to be broken and the pain from the burn had dissipated some mostly actually. So then what did that leave her? She could fake burn pain, but somehow she sensed he was a fair healer and would know she was lying. Instead she just breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, at least at first.

"Hi...... Mister Reed," trying to prolong the moment as much as possible. "I burned my arm in class, and well I wanted you to have a closer look." And for him to be closer to him so she could inspect him on a closer level. Not that he'd know that. She rubbed her right arm with her left hand soothingly to indicate which one was burned.

Mister Reed. Mister. It wasn’t every day that he gets called by that prefix, in fact, only when he’s outside of the realm of healing that he gets the chance to hear it. River didn’t mind however, as long as the students respect him then that’s more than okay. His eyes landed on Skylar’s right arm and instinctively reached out to get a hold of it to take a peek under her sleeve. “It’s a burn alright,” he started as he gently let go of her and grinned down at the student, “And I sense that you have high tolerance to pain. Which is a good thing but,” River paused and started to walk towards his office door, “You seem to have hesitated to take this visit. Your wound told me so.” The Healer tilted his head to the side, wondering if it was Slytherin pride talking? Maybe.

“The ward is fully occupied at the moment, Miss Diggory. I’ll clean your wounds up in my office. Come along now.” River gestured his head towards his office door, and made a beeline for his medical supplies.

OOC: You can now post in the office!

From the portal
 

Carlton stopped right behind Nat. The headmistress had told everyone to follow the Head Girl to the Hospital Wing immediately so there he was. It was actually a nice distraction from everything, there was a lot to look at. Carlton hadn't ended up in the hospital wing yet, which was an achievement. It took some self-control to stay quiet and not ask ALL THE QUESTIONS ABOUT EVERYTHING, but he didn't say anything.

He looked over at Tenacius curiously. A form! Right. He could do that. Carlton waddled over to stand next to Tenacius. Hai.

When he was done, he moved aside so the other students could fill out their forms. Carlton dropped his finished form into the niche and sat down waiting for the others and the healer to arrive. He was confused, tired and scared. Had he really tried to feed a monster?

Oopsie.

River was in the kitchen wolfing down his meal when three emergency forms attacked him in the face. "Nooononono," the Healer muttered under his breath as one of the forms got soaked in his bowl of soup, and quickly dried it with a spell. Speaking of spells, he ought to improve the delivery charm he invented for his emergency niche. Getting smacked in the face thrice wasn't really nice. But before he could even make out the first letter of the form, Regina's patronus reached him and addressed that there will be an emergency meeting now. As River watched it disappear, he shrugged the message off for the time being as he decided that his patients, and potential patients were more important than a staff meeting. Surely, Regina would understand.

Anyway...what is this all about? The Healer took one of the forms in his hand and skimmed over it. Portal...what? Monster...what? And...bones? What bones? Whose bones?! River swallowed hard, and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard someone...or something bang against the door to the kitchens. Loud barking ensued after, and River did not take another second to linger around the kitchen. A pair of Newfoundlands, each weighing 150 pounds each, were ready to smash the door if he didn't come out sooner. "I'm coming! What in the name of Merlin is going on?"

...

Four flights of stairs later, an alarmed River approached the Hospital Wing with the forms in his hand, and a dog parade escorting him from behind. Two badged students...a senior student, and a first year? "Before I ask what this means, is anyone severely hurt?" The absence of blood was noted, and River already felt a thousand times lighter. Without waiting for them to answer him, the Healer went on to examine Carlton first, since he's the youngest...and then moved to Tenacius, Natalia, and finally Leon. River took a step back, his eyes moving from the most senior student, to the youngest. They were all fine, physically at least...but the Portal must've done something to them mentally just by looking at them.

River pursed his lips, and sent his patronus to Regina saying that he will be late for the emergency meeting, considering that he got a fresh case in his hands. The man reviewed the forms once more, and then looked at Natalia. "Everyone take a seat...and take deep breaths." the man then summoned Bumi, and fished a number of vials from his dog pack, and passed it to the students. "Calming draughts...now, please." he said, encouraging them to drink the contents with his hand. "Whenever you're ready, I'd like you to describe for me how this portal looks like...especially its environmental condition."

Carlton looked up at the Head Girl and nodded his head. "Yup-yup-yupppp!" He assured her, giving her two thumbs up. "Peachy keen.". He didn't know what that meant, he hoped he used it in the right context.

He was fine really. Just a little... Shaken. He thought about the snarling sounds he'd heard earlier and shuddered slightly. Maybe the others had been right. Maybe it hadn't been a fluffy animal who needed his love and support? But maybe it DID need his love.

Just then, fluffy creatures appeared in his line of vision. Healer Reed's newfoundland dogs! Well, maybe the healer was fluffy as well, Carlton didn't really know and maybe it was rude to ask. He felt very happy they were joined by an adult again though, especially one that had healing powers and was the owner of two dogs about the same size as Carlton.

Carlton left his seat and sank down on the floor so he could get closer to the dog. It waddled over to him and the young boy nuzzled his face in its neck and buried his fingers in the dog's warm fur. Ah, the comfort. He took a few sips of the calming draught the healer had brought and then snuggled closer to the dog. It just sat there next to him and didn't seem to mind this sudden case of the cuddles. Good.

Nat explained why there were in the hospital wing but she hadn't gone through the portal. Carlton had, but he didn't know how to explain the 'environmental conditions' that the healer wanted to know about. He didn't know any big words at all. Even though it was probably better if Tenacius or Leon had a go at explaining things, Carlton spoke.

"It was icky and dark and had gross things everywhere, professor." Professor? "Healer. Professor healer." That would do. His voice slightly muffled from talking directly into the dog's fur. "And I touched a bone-thing." He shoved his right hand up in the air, flexing it a few times to demonstrate. Did... Did that mean he was full of portal-bone-bacteria thingies?

Yuck.

everyone ^_^
 

River furrowed his brows as he listened to the Head Girl and nodded his head in understanding, and was relieved that one of their most senior student leader knew what to do in the heat of the moment. "Now would be the best time to round up the other prefects and help patrol that corridor. I trust you with that task, Head Girl." River knew that he didn't have to tell Natalia what to do, but he thought it was best to say that out loud in front of the other students. It was to give them the idea that the Head Girl, and Head Boy will be the one in-charge when there are no adults around to supervise. He, however, will make it a point to help in the patrols thinking that that would be Regina's wish as well.

River brought a clenched fist against his lips, and wondered more about the situation. "Who else went inside this portal? Where...are they now?" he asked briefly glancing at the Third Floor Corridor.

River's glance then shifted to Carlton who was now on the floor, hugging a very calm Bumi. The dog in return licked the first year student, and slathered him in drool. Oops? He did know that Newfoundlands were drool offenders, right? The Healer quickly got his wand in his hand and vanished the substance off of Carlton's face even before he could protest. That was the last thing he needed when the Calming Draught was in effect. Stick to cuddling, Bumi. Thank you.

The Healer took note of Carlton's description, and sat on the floor with him so he could understand him better. He didn't want to intefere in his cuddle session with his dog, considering that the child was in mild shock. Why else would he be giving Bumi a death grip now, yes?

"Bone thing?" River thought it was a bad idea to expound on his observation more, fearing that the bone might belong to a human being.

Once a dramatic Gryffindor, always a dramatic Gryffindor. Some things never change, apparently. River watched Tenacius do his reenactment, and had to stop himself from checking his elbows and knees for scrapes. But based on what he saw, Ace definitely wasn't in a severe situation...physically at least. He can still talk and demonstrate things to him, but he could tell that he's exhausted from their trip to the Portal. And as much as River wanted to point out how important it was to build their stamina, he decided against it considering that it was not the best time to tell them that. Hopefully, they would realize its importance on their own based on this experience.

River straightened his back, and committed the information to his memory bank as he tried to make something out of this environment. "Hmm." the Healer paused as he considered Ace's description, and wondered about the portal's nature. "Other Hogwarts. You mean to say that there is another realm within this school?" And...why was it not filled with sunshine and butterflies for a change? The real school was drafty enough to chill everyone, and the Portal had to be worse?

Okay...what?

River stared at the seventh year Ravenclaw, and blinked several times as he processed the things the young man told him. Surely, he can safeguard these students from respiratory infection since it was his specialisation, but the mention of human bones inside the Portal made the emergency bells in his head go off at an alarming rate. "Are you sure that what you found are human bones? Was it long and thick?" Like a man's?

And what about their magic not working well in there? River let out a sigh and looked at each and every student in front of him. "If you can't seem to use magic in there, then it would be best to stay away from that tear in the wall, and don't forget about this particular information." Maybe...just maybe, that will be enough warning so that the others won't venture inside that thing.

he didnt really hit the floor lol! #OnlySlightlyLessDramatic xD
 

Portal People! *declones* :3
 

Merlin's holy underpants. Leon didn't have to be a licensed healer to know if those were real human bones or not. Being one of the oldest students to see it up close, River thought it was wise to believe the young man. He instantly dismissed the idea of them hallucinating, because Carlton mentioned that he touched a bone-thing. Before the Head Girl turned to go, River called out to the she-snake. "Thank you for bringing them to me, Head Girl. Do take the extra precaution when you do your patrols."

The man then turned to the rest, and handed out extra calming draughts for them to take. "Not everyone who ventured into that portal didn't come to see me, so please...give these out to them if they need one." he then got more vials of calming draught from Bumi's dogpack and distributed it to the remaining students. "There's nothing else I can do for you now, but make sure to get some rest. Leon and Prefect Salander, off you go to your common rooms...Master Lewis, I will walk you to your dormitory. You can have Roscoe for the night if you wish." No, he will not deprive the first year from slobbery kisses and extra warmth of a fluffy dog.

River just finished his patrolling duty when a brand new emergency form decided to hit the back of his head, and clutched it in a hasty manner. The Healer man quickened his pace as he placed the form inside his pocket, wondering what was in store for him this time. He did enjoy being on-call and such, but not when it's one of his students. Said student was the least he expected today, considering that she's in tip-top shape and her mood was always on the upbeat side.

River slowed down as he approached the threshold, and quietly sat down beside the blonde Gryffindor. "Miss Kettleburn?" Was she...asleep?

Or...did someone cursed her face?

Charlotte sat up a little too fast, kind of like she'd been jolted awake, and the room tipped around her. She blinked a few times and smiled woozily at the healer. This was fine. She was fine, see? See this smile? This frozen in place, automatic smile? Totally fine!

Uh... why was she here again? Charlotte's brow furrowed. Oh that's right. Right.

"Hi Healer Reed, I just wondered..... if you had a potion I could take... that would um... make m.....me a little more... awake. Please." People she cared about were missing, but she was brave, and holding up fine, and needed to be ready to... to... do whatever she might be needed to do. Anything. More searching. Something.

River jolted back juuuuust a tiny bit when a head full of blonde hair flipped upwards and back, and a pair of tired eyes looking at him. Even with the sudden rush of blood to Charlotte's face, she was still very pale making the dark circles under her eyes even more prominent.

And why was she asking for an awakening potion when she clearly needed sleep? Was her lack of snooze time because of her OWLs coming up, or was it because of something else? Most of the fifth years he knew brewed their own awakening potion to get more of their revisions done, and River had faith in Charlotte that she can very well brew the potion herself, considering that it was simple and basic for a fifth year.

Huh. For some odd reason, River could picture her Healer uncle, Kieran Toussaint standing behind Charlotte, shaking his head at him. Yep. Things didn't feel right around here.

"Awake for what, Miss Kettleburn?" Though River knew of the portal, and the three boys missing for days, the Healer wasn't aware of Charlotte's friendship with them.

It was possible for about six seconds there, Charlotte completely zoned out, fell asleep even. Micro sleep if that was even possible. Not that she noticed. But the healer was asking a question no and didn't he understand? Didn't he? She couldn't sleep. Literally couldn't but also figuratively couldn't.

"For when they come back. They're my friends...sir.. All of them, and I was there when Henry d-dis-disappeared. Couldn't find him any--"



--Charlotte stopped short at the sudden interruption. A patronus. She gasped. They were okay?!?!! But what did bad shape mean? After so long being gone... She stood up in a rush, and then promptly toppled over.

Fainting. How inconvenient.

For when they come back. They...Henry. The boys. Oh.

River remained silent as he composed his next words carefully, considering that he was about to negotiate with a Gryffindor. They just don't listen most of the time, do they?

Charlotte had been talking, only to be interrupted by a patronus. River had to memorize so many names in school that it proved hard for him to know their patronuses too. The voice belonged to a colleague however, and his attention immediately zeroed-in on the message. As soon as the lynx was gone, his hand immediately clasped on Charlotte's arm in the hopes of stopping her from going to the sixth floor corridor. She was not going anywhere because she needed rest.

However, it seemed that Charlotte wasn't going anywhere because her sudden dead weight pulled River to his feet, and caught her before her face could kiss the ground. "For Merlin's sake, Charlotte!" Yes, her uncle will skin him alive if any more trouble came to her.

In one swift movement, River scooped her up in his arms and immediately booked her a bed.

OOC: Post away in Bed 3!

we got dem bois
 

Merlins soggy socks.

Merlin's *INSERT COLORFUL WORDS ABOUT THE MINISTRY HERE* because Paul Myers was NOT HAPPY right now. He was irritated, and he had FINALLY gotten the boys here. AWAAAAAY from that chaos. He should have just grabbed them and ran-----but yeah, that wasn't allowed.

"Healer-----we're here. Finally. After the zoo that is Ministry arrival at Hogwarts--" he said, panting slightly because Paul had practically jogged here.

No business being here, even if Regina had asked them. Hmph. Feathers = ruffled.

*gives everyone a chance to post here first before we move on!*
 

River leaned on the wall as he waited patiently for Paul and the boys to arrive. Charlotte Kettleburn has been admitted and taken care of already-- sound asleep for the past 15 minutes, and still...no sign of the party that was promised to arrive. The Healer man looked like an overgrown bat in his black robes, plastered on the wall with his eyes closed taking in deep breaths to calm himself down.

If Paul lost it back at the sixth-floor corridor, River too was on the edge of snapping. The boys had been missing for the past five days, and apparently, they took their own sweet time to get to him. With his jaw clenched, and right hand balled into a fist, River was a step away from storming the portal to take in the boys himself.

The moment the Healer man heard Paul's voice, he immediately sprang into action, leaving his annoyance behind as he peeled away from the wall. He could see that the boys were a mess...especially Rooney and Carlton.

Oh, Master Lewis. You were so wrong about that monster being friendly.

And wait what? Ministry was here. River looked at Paul with the most disapproving look as he realized that it prevented them to reach him in a timely manner. Without a word he got back to examining each of the boys. "Deputy Headmaster, thank you for bringing them to me." River said as soon as he found his calm once more. "However, I will not have any Ministry personnel...or anyone except you and the Headmistress to come near these boys. For now." River's voice was stern and full of command.

His turf, his rules.

<3
 

Carlton still hadn't said a word, he just limped after the others. He constantly heard the dark growling from the monster which was why he still had his hands covering his ears in an attempt to shut out the noise. He expected to see the monster everywhere and froze before every corner only to be guided around it by one of the others.

He felt better without the crowd and all the strangers reaching for him but his breathing was still quick and uneven, eyes still wide and flickering around him. Walking down the three floors to the hospital wing took forever. He was stopping every few seconds, as if he'd forgotten where they were going or where they were.

And then they were at the hospital wing, met by the healer. Carlton pressed his hands harder against his ears. If he could squeeze his eyes shut without seeing the monster in front of him, he would have.

Panic rose in his chest as Henry went to sit down and Rooney stumbled to lean against a wall. For a second Carlton thought they'd leave him. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead began to draw in sharp breaths in hyperventilation. It felt like a knife went through his chest as his heart sped up and a heavy pressure over his chest prevented him from breathing normally. He couldn't move, he couldn't close his eyes, couldn't remove his hands from his ears and now he couldn't breathe either as the panic refused to leave him.

Words of logic and sound reason were welcome to the Herbologist. River Reed, bless him. Paul Myers pursed his lips and watched each of the boys out of the corner of his eye. "Thank you, Healer Reed."

Paul knelt down in front of Carlton. He put his hands on top of Carlton's that were atop his ears. The heavy breathing came as a concert to Paul, though, because he knew...this was a panic attack. "Carlton, look at me," he said in a clear, but soft voice. "Point of focus--" he held up one finger in front of Carlton's face. "Look at me. We're right here, in the Hospital Wing." He hadn't handled a panic attack in a long time. He hoped he wasn't doing more harm than good. "I will not let any monster...or whatever it was....take you all again. I promise." He put his hand on his heart. "It probably much rather consume me, anyways. I'm kind of fat," he smiled a little. Maybe it was an ill timed joke. But Paul Myers had many of those.

How were Rooney and Henry doing? Paul grabbed his wand and shot another patronus, his second one today, to find Henry's mother, wherever she may be. Her son was back, and she deserved to know.

Due to their current situation, River gave Paul a curt nod and allowed him to take care of Carlton first as he took measured steps towards Rooney, and gently guided him towards the wooden bench and coaxed him to sit down. He did the same for Henry by gently grasping the boy by his arms, and had him sit next to the Ravenclaw Prefect. River was careful not to make sudden movements and kept his voice soft and low. "For the record, I will not be asking any questions about what happened in there, but if you feel pain or any physical discomfort after your initial treatment tell me right away." he started as he crouched in front of the boys, and made eye contact. "From this point forward, I will also have to ask you to trust me." Going through that kind of ordeal would really mess up a student's dependence on their adult counterparts and he wasn't going to blame them.

River procured two phials of calming draught and gave it to the older boys. "These calming draughts should help you find your centre. Now is the best time to find your focus..." The Healer stood up and gave both boys a firm squeeze on the shoulder and moved to where Paul and Carlton was. He'd seen that kind of behaviour before, and he feared that the Slytherin might take years to overcome it. But then again, he has to try his best for the child's sake. "Paul," River placed a hand on Paul's shoulder to get his attention, "We're ready to move. If you could please help me escort Carlton inside?" he asked the man as softly and gently as possible so as not to startle Carlton.

He quietly stepped back to return to the two boys, and once they were done downing their Calming Draughts, River helped them to their feet and lead them to the Quarantined Section of the Hospital Wing.



OOC: You can now post in the Quarantined Section!

Patience was a viiiiirtueeeeee that Culloden's Mama had CLEARLY not taught him. Paul whipped around on hearing his former colleague's voice. Arms crossed, white hair fluffed about a haphazard way. As long as the man wanted to observe them, he supposed he couldn't say much, but his body language had stiffened. His hand gripped his wand protectively.

"They might not be able to talk for a week. I hope you've packed a lunch, sir," Paul responded coolly. "You seem to care more for your potential potions conquests over their wellbeing." Paul wouldn't raise his voice here, in the infirmary. "As a former professor here, I thought you would put their wellbeing above everything else, even potions," Again, a cold tone from the former Ravenclaw. "If you think your expertise outweighs River's, by all means, stay." He had stood up in front of Carlton at this point, a hand on the back of the boy's head. "But you better believe, Cossy," yes, he used the nickname, "You better treat these boys how you would have when you were still their professor. Still their protector, still in charge of their safety and concern."

And yes, Paul was keeping his hand on his wand. "At the end of the day, you have respect until you overstep their boundaries. Which right now...could be everyone. That is all I am trying to say."

relocating, yo
 

Coming from the QR to fetch Carlton!
 

River was starting to lose his cool as he stormed out of the Quarantined Room to fetch the boy who took MOST of the impact of the ordeal. SERIOUSLY? Time and again, the Healer man reminded himself that he was in a critical position as they all deal with this craziness. All boys were very vulnerable to ANY form of human contact, and amongst all of them, HE was the only one authorised to directly attend to the survivors. He really couldn't care less about other things, considering that his top priority was the safety of EVERY ONE'S health and well-being.

River heard most of the conversation going on between Paul and the Ministry personnel, and the man had to grasp on whatever is left of his patience.

While the two were busy conversing, River made his presence known by clearing his throat and shot Paul a look. A look of urgency, that he really should take Carlton in now. Without waiting for another word, River faced the young boy and encouraged him to move along. "Carlton? Let's get you settled inside. Henry and Rooney are waiting for you." That should do the trick, yes?

River gently took the boy by the shoulders, spun him around and whisked him away from all the adult madness going on.

Alright, gentlemen. You now have the floor to argue.

Why couldn't he get enough air down his lungs? Carlton's hyperventilation increased in order to breathe which only made the pressure over his chest hurt more. His eyes flickered in panic for a few seconds, didn't anyone else notice the sudden lack of oxygen in the room? Professor Myers was suddenly in front of him. Point of focus. Carlton looked at his professor even though the shape of the man was out of focus and blurry. They were in the hospital wing, and they were safe. But Carlton had been taken by the portal when he was with a professor, he was worried that if the monster wanted to take them, no professor would be able to stop it. He didn't tell professor Myers this and quickly pushed the thought away. His racing heart had slowed down and his breathing was almost back to normal. Inhale and a long shaky exhale. What his professor said next made his eyes fill up and bottom lip pout out to stop him from crying. He didn't want the monster to take anyone, especially not Papa Plant. Carlton shook his head, lip wibbling.

And then a stranger walked into the hospital wing and Carlton gave him a suspicious look. Had he followed them from the sixth floor?

Shoo. Go away. Shoo.



Carlton stood wide-eyed watching the exchange between the two men before the healer appeared and Carlton let out a relieved sigh. The tension between the adults had made him uneasy and he didn't want anything else than join Henry and Rooney again. Quickly he left his safe spot behind professor Myers legs and ran over to healer Reed. He grabbed a handful of the healer's robes in his hand, to make sure he wasn't being left alone, cast a glance over his shoulder at his professor and followed the healer to the quarantined area.

River was busy re-stocking his medical supplies when the form landed next to him. With the supplies under his arm, he picked up the parchment and gave the form a quick read. Rose? Again? What was surprising though was the absence of Gaston. Setting the rest of the supplies on a clean workstation, the Healer man showed himself out and gave the two lady staffers a friendly grin. "Good day, Kay. And...isn't this visit a bit too soon, Rose?" he was joking of course.

River crouched and inspected Rose's boot with one hand, "I can say that crup has good chompers." he said as he carefully let go of Rosalyn's foot. "Alright, let's get you healed." the Healer stood up to his full height and offered his arm to Rose.



OOC: You can now post in Bed 2!

River was at the Great Hall enjoying the silence, while he ate his brunch. It had been days since the lost boys were discharged from his care, and he too slowly eased into his normal routine. Obviously, his body clock needed a bit more adjusting, considering that he woke up late, again, and missed breakfast with his colleagues. Not that he had a problem sleeping in, but it was important to be up before everyone did, given that emergencies can happen anytime.

Thank Merlin that the first patient of the day was considerate enough to let him finish his meal first before--

Huh?

River squinted his eyes for a second, and let out a long sigh as the gears of his brain started to make sense of certain things. It wasn't a set of Hieroglyphs, but letters flipped here and there. If the lost boys didn't happen, he would've occupied himself in contacting the relatives of this patient to ask if they were aware of this boy's special condition. Abey's meltdown from two months ago was still fresh in his memory, and of course, River did not miss out on making a note in Abey's medical record. If only the school's hospital wing wasn't constantly attacked by sick (or pretending to be) students, he would've made a beeline towards the Gryffindor tower and ask Abey about his dyslexia.

Apparently, the universe has its own weird way of conjuring events that opened opportunities. This one was no exception. Jamming the form in his pocket, River stood up from his chair and quickly made his way to the hospital wing. He picked up his pace as soon as he saw the boy waiting for him...face down.

"Master Botros?" River made his presence known as he gently placed his hand on Abey's back and noted his shaking. "Are you too weak to go inside?" the Healer asked as he removed his robe and wrapped it around Abey to keep him warm. It wasn't the season to get a fever, and yet there he was looking weak and helpless.

As cold as Abey felt, the surface off the bench against his face felt even colder, but he had no energy to do anything about it. Just laying down had been both the best idea in the world, and also the worlds biggest mistake actually, because perhaps now he would never move again. EVER. It certainly felt that way.

Healer Man Reed's voice seemed to come out of NOWHERE, and perhaps any other time, Abey might have been MEGA SPOOKED and been very dramatic in his expression of surprise (he was all about that life actually), but had no energy for that right now. He only actually had enough energy for just the tiniest amount of guilt over the fact that the Healer Man was being nice and wrapping his robe around him even though Abey was sort of actually pretending but not ACTUALLY pretending because actually he did feel bad after all.

"M'just tired. And cold." ........ "And sick." Very important to add that. Also, the pathetic and sickly whine Abey spoke with came quite naturally. That was probably the best part about those Snackboxes; they made acting completely unnecessary.

In all honesty, River wasn't sure if Abey's sickness was from natural causes or it was some form of sorcery. However, in the Healer's mind, either of the causes has lead to the same effect, and that he must put an immediate solution to it. The solution, however, was not in his person at the moment.

River sighed as he saw the young boy's face, and was quite surprised at the dead weight he felt the moment he helped him sit up. The man cannot help but feel that there's more to Abey's fever. But...what was it?

"I can see that, Master Botros." River managed another friendly and comforting grin as he wrapped his robe tighter on the smaller frame of Abey. "It's a good thing your school has employed a healer who has a strong back." Without another word, River scooped up the boy in his arms and headed for the main infirmary. "Let's get you healed then."



OOC: Post away here! ^^