Cedric Galyn - Junior Healer

[Cedric Galyn]

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Cedric Pellinore Galyn.
Gender: Male
Age: 18  (Dec. 3rd, 1920)

Education: 
Gryffindor, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
- Prefect, 1937-38
- Head Boy, 1938-39
- Quidditch Captain, 1937-39
- Hospital Wing Assistant, 1937-39 (Apothecary and Chief Assistant)
St. Mungo's Internship, Summer 1938

Residence:
Nehmius Ellwood-Luxe residence, Hogsmeade
In the process of looking for a permanent home.

Applying to be: (select one)
Junior Healer

Department of choice:
Emergencies & Triage

Why did you request that particular department?
Cedric is in his element when there's a crisis. It is something to fix, something that gives a little bit of an edge.  When it comes to medicine, he feels in control. He knows what the problem is, how to fix it, and when he's finished, he knows he has done the most he can.  The fast pace of E&T gives him a rush that he thrives on, much more so than spell damage or psych.

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

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Arianrhod Medraut & Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Cedric was born in Caerleon, Wales with what could have been a silver spoon dangling from his lips.  He was privileged, wealthy, pureblooded.

He wanted nothing to do with it.

His mother Vivienne was a Hufflepuff -- odd in a family of Slytherins and Ravenclaws, though the Medrauts had never placed too much stock in Houses.  What they abhorred was her attitude.  She was difficult, whimsical, and idealistic.  His father was a spoiled eldest son from Cardiff -- entitled, the last of his family's line, and eligible.  Vivienne's father jumped at the chance to marry his troublesome daughter to a decently respectable pureblood.

Cedric grew up in two different schools of thought - the inclusiveness of his mother and the drunken, spoiled tantrums of his father.  Untimely deaths took them both by the time Cedric was fifteen, however - his father of a mysterious heart complaint and his mother by her own hand.  Left to a domineering grandfather whose ambitions towered over his morality, Cedric took the first opportunity that came for him -- his long lost half-sister, Arianrhod.  A child from an illegitimate union between Vivienne and a Muggle man, she'd been kept off the radar until, after Vivienne's death, she decided to surface.  She became Cedric's legal guardian.

That year, his fifth January at Hogwarts, the Time Warp was making the headlines, but Cedric had a very different issue on his mind -- a boy named Seamus Reinhardt, who after taking advantage of a love-potioned Cedric, had kissed him.  Oddly, feelings erupted, and Cedric, despite his initial hatred, suddenly found that the attraction to Seamus was more real than it wasn't.  In light of social views, they began a very secretive relationship.  Soon enough, they fell into a blissful, very youthful love, even if it was still very hard to maintain. That summer, Cedric discovered his new partner was a werewolf, and his path in medicine began.

Sixth year named Cedric prefect of Gryffindor House, and while the werewolf problem was incurable, he dove into learning how to stem the difficulties for Seamus associated with the condition.  He became fascinated with plants, herbs, and medicines, signing up for the hospital wing and finding a strangely undiscovered talent for healing.

Seamus, however, betrayed a trust.  He kissed another boy, and Cedric, brokenhearted, decided he needed time.  No longer willing to trust Seamus, he tried to keep their relationship alive but ultimately failed.  In seventh year, after an impossible decision, he broke it off.  Seamus was crushed, and Cedric himself doubts that he made the right choice.

Pursuing a career at St. Mungo's, Cedric is now looking into a position as a junior healer at in the Emergency and Triage department.

Roleplay Response:
He'd imagined chaos.  He'd seen the way the emergency ward could become, how full it could get (particularly after a Quidditch game, and he wasn't talking about the players) and in his short time last summer with the internship, he'd even imagined that he'd seen the place at very nearly the worst it could get.

Clearly, he was dewy-eyed.

His job, at the moment, was to be taking care of the minor scrapes and burns of ordinary patients -- Muggle ailments for the most part, or at least injuries that could be treated with only a well-aimed Episkey and/or a few good potions.  There were a million things to be doing, and he felt as if he were tasked with doing them all.  He was attempting to calm a hysterical little girl with a broken arm (and her slightly more hysterical mother) when a loud cry split through the double doors.

Archibald Forrester.  Bit high strung, as far as Cedric was concerned, too big for the britches he purchased, and then by the time he went to wear them here, they were far too tight.  Parchment seemed to be Forrester's aura -- there were pages flying everywhere, and if Cedric weren't about to try and fix this girl's arm, he'd get the fallen papers himself.  In a moment.  Right now there was a lull in the child's piercing screams; if he could just get her to hold still long enough to--

"Here. Here are all the charts -"

Cedric started, as Forrester shoved a stack of parchment into his arms.  Wand outstretched to perform the charm, they fell in the crooks of his elbows too well.

"Forrester?"

"-- Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion--"

"What? Forrester, I'm trying to take care of a pa-- the hell would Wilberforce be asking me for?!"

"--the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh --"

"We have a full emergency ward, obvio-- Forrester, I'm in the middle of--"

A loud thud, and if his screeching patient were loud before, she was quiet as a mouse now, looking up at the ceiling with huge eyes, her mother just as perplexed. 

"Forrester...?  What is that?"

"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!"

"Forrester, I'm a bloody junior healer, same as you!  What in Myrddin's sweety bearded name do you expect me to do about it?"

Merlin in the psych ward.

He'd definitely been dewy-eyed.

OTHER
How did you find us?
Satellite surveillance

[Alastair Grimm]

Accepted.