Serafina McAllister (M. Psych Junior Healer)

[Serafina McAllister]

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Serafina C. McAllister
Gender: Female
Age: 18 - March 7, 1921

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1932-1939).

Residence:
Wizarding London - 62 Meadowlark St, The Pilgrim & Rose, Room 2E

Applying to be: (select one)
Junior 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)
Magical Psychology


Why did you request that particular department?

Serafina has always been intrigued with how the mind worked. After the events of her rocky relationship with a certain someone, she feels the need to escape her own reality and instead, delve into those not her own - perhaps, it is a way of her coping with her personal troubles. Lately, she’s been feeling a deep urge to connect with people, to empathise with them without really getting too attached. Perhaps, getting into someone’s mind might ease her insecurities, and also, to strengthen her own resolve when someone tries to get into hers.


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

• Charms: 9
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration: 6
• Summoning: 5

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Biography: (300 words minimum.)

There ought to be more to life than this.

Sera opened her crusted eyes with some difficulty, the light filtering through the shutters were blindingly bright - her eyes felt sore and puffy; like they’d always been every morning.

Crying herself to sleep was nothing new, she’d been at it since that run-in with Salazar at the inn she’d been waitressing in. Unfortunately, after that incident, she’d been subsequently fired from her job, and forced to loan off some money from the Ethans’, much to her chagrin.

She had every intention of returning them every penny, and doing that, of course, consisted of getting out of bed to find a decent-paying job. She had to stop wallowing in her own misery, her tear ducts needed a break, anyway - well before they started leaking blood and sweat, too.

With the war threatening to turn Wizarding Britain inside out, Sera wondered if she could be of use to her country. As the casualties rose in number on both sides, Sera's conviction to aid her countrymen only grew fervent. She didn’t want any more blood shed on English soil - whoever it may have belonged to. Violence wasn’t the only way to end disputes, however trivial they may be. But men had egos, and once bruised, there was no turning back.

She knew as much.

The young woman sighed, turning over the Daily Prophet, steeling herself for the slaughterous headlines that were sure to greet her on the front page. As she sipped her tea, she scanned the article, noting the numbers - the death toll kept on rising as the details of destruction flaunted themselves across the paper.

She turned the page and almost skimmed the section on a St Mungos advert. Viridian eyes roved over the print, and caught at the word 'junior healer', particularly under the heading that stated ‘Magical Psychology’. It seemed interesting; though in all honesty, she hadn’t much of an experience as a healer.

She hadn’t actively participated in the Hospital Wing, though she did know the basics of healing and such. So focused was she on her romantic delusions, she had all but forgotten to build a future for herself.

After the hazy events of 1937, investing herself in magical study had not been her topmost priority - almost as if she took education for granted, but for a justified reason, she had fallen into a pit of depression, for which the cause had not been identified - she had no love for reading long-winded passages or sitting down for exams, they always brought on a nasty headache.

Still, somehow, she managed to pass her NEWTs, excelling particularly in Charms and Divination. Nevertheless, those 7 years in Hogwarts had not come to fruition, and look where that had gotten her; alone, aimless and miserable.

As she prepared for the day, clipping her a ribbon to her hair, the thought of inquiring about a post at St Mungos would not leave her. It even made her hope for a new start.

Yes, she knew now, it was exactly what she needed to move on.

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:

She loitered around the healer’s station, fidgeting with her new uniform, her gaze darting from one unfamiliar face to another.

This was not how Sera envisioned her first day.

Behind the dull, sanitised walls, one would think that St Mungo's was the epitome of tranquility, a calm-inducing paradise for those who hoped to recuperate from their maladies.

But no, behind those double doors lay a chaotic scene, one that almost mirrored the bedlam that wrought their country asunder. Then again, what could she expect - this was St Mungo’s, it was a bloody hospital, for Merlin’s sake.

Of course, it’d be chaotic.   

She wrung her wrists nervously, with her bun askew and chapped lips, Sera could not look anymore disgruntled on her first day.

A hulking figure bearing sheaves of parchment loomed towards her, the gleam in his eyes told her that she was in for a reprimand, a hebetudinous task, or well, both.

Hiking up her shoulders, she nerved herself up for what was to come.

"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 - "

Whatever he was saying, whether or not it made perfect sense, was lost to Serafina. She had been so focused on appearing competent that she utterly forgot to listen - despite the fact that her head was nodding along to whatever the young man was telling her.

A howl and a thump drew her attention, and thankfully, Archie's.

"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!"

Mouth gaping like a goldfish, Sera struggled to come up with a response.

She didn't know who Healer Wilberforce was, or where to find him, or what to do about the Auror, or about the patient with tentacles - oh, it was all so confusing. Nonetheless, Sera relieved the young man of his burden for he seemed so very wound up with the helter-skelter situation, and anyway, holding the charts for him was an easy enough of a task.

"B-But wait, I'm new, here! I...uh, where should I start?"

Sera cringed.

She was due for a telling off, alright.


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[Collin OReilly]

Miss McAllister,

We are pleased to confirm you have been selected to work for St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

The position we are offering is that of Junior Healer in our Magical Psychology ward. Your supervisor will be in touch to discuss working hours, salary, benefits, and answer any questions you may have.

We look forward to working with you.

Sincerely,

Collin O'Reilly
Department Head, E&T