Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

I... I think I meant age to be 26. I can't Math anymore.

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Cameron Marksby
Gender: Male
Age: 22

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 1963-1971 1925-1933, Hufflepuff, Prefect

Residence:
Oxford.

Applying to be: (select one)
Healer

**If Department Head, please also fill out the section here Please note that the number of slots for this are limited.

Department of choice: (select one, descriptions here)
Emergencies & Triage

Why did you request that particular department?
As a young man on his first day of healer training, Cameron realized only just as the paper left his fingertips that he had fallen asleep on top of the formal paperwork the previous evening and neglected to finish his research into which department would be best suited for him and his strengths. A small, barely-audible, strangled sound left his lips, but it was too late. He wrung his hands nervously throughout the lectures on procedure and the daily inner workings of the hospital only to arrive to the en masse mentor assignment in a state of pure panic. In the chaos of the moment, as juniors were dashing left and right to find their mentors (he hadn't heard the name of his) a familiar looking blonde woman grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around, smiling.

"Looks like you're with me!" she said, tossing his packet of paperwork back into his hands. Confused, he glanced down.

He'd penciled in Emergencies & Triage.

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)

• Charms: 8
• Divination: 6
• Transfiguration: 12
• Summoning: 6

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
WCL, PCT, ELW, ART, etc.

Biography:

It was, if I'm honest, the bravest thing I've ever done.

But I can't - I refuse to call it bravery, though. If anything, I was the exact opposite - a coward, running away from the conflict that had arisen from the one thing I had disagreed upon with my father.

I'm getting ahead of myself. You really should hear the whole story, in context.

I grew up in what I later learned was a muggle household, on a sheep farm outside of Oxford. If you looked at my family, you wouldn't guess they'd be able to afford a house like that - light blue paneling and polished stone, with enough bedrooms and sitting rooms for everyone to have a quiet place to sit alone at any given time - even the dogs. The house had been passed down to my father from his father, and I think he expected me to take it from him in time -- more on that later.

I've got a baby sister, too -- though I doubt she'd take kindly to being called a baby anymore. She's still at Hogwarts - fifteen, and a Gryffindor. That's something I never saw coming, myself, but I suppose she's had to look after herself for such a long time that…

Right. That.

I was eleven. It was a strange letter, if not for the method of delivery then for the message it contained. I turned it over in my hands and looked up. My father's expression was one of grim disbelief, mine just the opposite. He snatched it from me and told me not to speak of it again. After the eighty-second letter, much to my father's chagrin, I began to argue with him. He told me it was ungodly, a sin. I couldn't bring myself to believe that about what seemed like such a wonderful gift.

I left without saying goodbye to Ruthie.

I wasn't sure she'd ever forgive me, but she's come around. We're not the same as we were before, but we are on deep-dark-secret-sharing terms again. Everything seems to have worked out for the best. I've got my family on good terms with me, a beautiful girlfriend, and a career I happen to be good at. Let's hope I can hold on to it all for a while.

But we all know the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

"Coming through!"

The double doors burst open as the newly-minted Junior Healer shoved through, dodging the milling patients and staff and leaving behind a trail of parchment. The doors stayed open just long enough to allow a glimpse of the scene beyond - a riot of noise, colours and gesticulating arms - before closing again.

It was Archibald Forrester's first day on the job, and while his professors had warned him it could get hectic at St. Mungo's, he'd never imagined it'd be quite like this. Arms transfigured and somehow regrafted onto someone's head, an Auror coughing up rainbows after a dust-up with a gang of young hooligans in Knockturn, and oh - that patient up on the fourth floor that was running around telling people he was Merlin reborn. And that was just the cases that had come in in the last hour.

It had to be time for his shift to be over, right?

He gave up the lost bits of parchment as a lost cause and cast a frantic Tempus. One minute. Heaving a sigh of relief,  his eyes instantly began darting around to find a convenient on-duty person to hand his load over to. Shoes - bought at the nice medical suppliers and outfitters just down the street - squeaked on the floor as he weaved and skidded around corners, before finally stopping in front of the first figure he found.

"Here. Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles, and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion - the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh - "

A few floors up, muffled thumping and howling could barely be heard, but Archie winced anyway.

"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"

Roleplay Response:
"Whoa, Forrester! Slow down." Cameron lifted a free hand to steady the young man by his shoulder, balancing his own stack of paperwork in the other. His smile was as easy and carefree as it usually was, owing to the fact that he'd somehow managed to eat a proper lunch just a few minutes earlier. "Chaos breeds chaos, yeah?" He didn't take the charts being thrust at him, for Juniors were a bit skittish and liable to disappear the moment they could absolve themselves of immediate responsibility.

Instead, he took a step inward to be able to read the charts along with the lad, keeping him in close proximity. "Now, let's start with your most pressing case, in terms of safety. I'd say that's Mr. Merlin, yeah?" Cameron glanced through the important bits on the chart - second nature by then - and reached out to try and catch hold of Forrester's elbow and keep him from running away as Cam began to move toward the lift.

"Up to the psych wing, then. We'll have it all done in no time, I promise." To say nothing of the cases the former Hufflepuff already had on his own plate. Such was life as a healer, he supposed. He'd have to owl Sophie later to tell her he'd be late.

"Where's your mentor, anyway?"

OTHER
How did you find us?
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad.

SO SO BAD. -Sophie