[June 17] A St.Mungo's Magical Catastrophe Tags: Jason Marren June 17 2008 June 2008 Rita Skeeter Read 410 times / 0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic. [June 17] A St.Mungo's Magical Catastrophe on August 14, 2009, 11:09:31 AM Tuesday, June 17, 2008A St.Mungo's Magical Catastropheby Rita SkeeterSt.Mungo’s is quiet. After the catastrophic events of the early hours of Monday 9th June, it is to be expected. Rita Skeeter, dressed in a beautiful olive robe, figure-hugging olive pencil skirt and unbelievably flattering cream blouse greets Healer-In-Charge, Jason Marren.Skeeter: Healer Marren. I understand that in the early hours of this morning a patient was transferred from the Craiova district of Romania with serious dragon-induced injuries.[Healer Marren is wearing his navy blue healer’s uniform and has the unmistakable scent of a freshly washed man. The stubble on his chin and bags under his eyes are evidence of the weary night he has endured, though make him in no way less endearing to the eye. A fine woman appreciates fine men when she sees them. And Healer Marren is most certainly a fine man.]Marren: Yes, that is correct. [His face is stony cold, but he cannot hide the desperate need to vent his emotions. Behind those misty blue eyes there is a distinct lack of sparkle. It is the look of a man who has lost his faith in life. He looks over to where photos of his small family are perched on a cabinet. The glint of a tear in his eye reflects in the glass frame of his young wife and son. He brushes a finger up to the corner of his eye in a desperate attempt to rid any evidence of emotion.]Skeeter: Can you tell me in your own words the events of the morning?[Rita Skeeter crosses one leg over the other and brushes her hands over her skirt which nestles well on her hips. Although curvaceous, Ms. Skeeter has a perfectly proportioned body and wears her clothes extremely well for her thirty-two years. Healer Marren, with a swift flick of his wand, flips over the photos of his family so that they cannot be seen. The pain is evident in his eyes as he begins to retell the details of that morning, from the depths of his heart.]Marren: I was owled early in the morning, telling me that I was needed urgently at the hospital. I made my way there, only to find that by the time I got there, the patient who had been stable upon arrival at St. Mungo’s was in fact in need of emergency surgery. [Healer Marren rubs his tired eyes and looks wistfully out of the window as he speaks.]He had been left in recovery for over two hours, as it was assumed that he was doing just that – recovering. It turns out that someone had overlooked checking internal inhuries in the chest cavity. This was what posed the problems that we faced in surgery.[He sighs and sits back in his seat, unable to keep still for a long amount of time.]Trying to keep enough blood pumped between his heart and his brain was difficult after the damage he had suffered since arriving at the hospital.[Feeling the heat in the room, Healer Marren loosens the two top buttons on his shirt and pulls it open in an attempt to cool down. The soft curls of fine chest hair can be seen on a tanned chest, like a short-pile rug leading down his body – one could only imagine what would lie underneath that shirt. The defined muscles of a toned torso and the pumped arms stretch at the fabric, bursting to be let free and flexed in all his manliness.]Skeeter: And what went through your mind when you saw the state of this poor, young man?Marren: Helplessness. I knew there was nothing that could be done for him. He had lost a lot of blood and it had seeped into his abdominal region – that’s where it causes most damage. It renders the gastro-intestinal organs completely useless, and eventually the body begins to shut down unable to cope with the extra pressure.[Healer Marren picks up a mug of coffee, but in his fumbling attempts to take a drink, spills it over his desk. Very kindly, Rita Skeeter offers to clean it up using her steady handed wand-work. She bends over, and it is obvious that Healer Marren cannot tear his eyes away from her cleavage. She notices and gives him a sly wink. He averts his eyes once more, a blush creeping into his cheeks.]Skeeter: And what of the patient in question, one Noah Sterling. Have his family been informed? Was he well-known for his career choice as a dragon tamer?[Healer Marren sighs and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]Marren: Mr. Sterling was an extremely capable and highly sought-after dragon keeper. He will be sorely missed in the industry. However, accidents like this are common in that line of work. Unfortunate though it is. The relatives of Mr. Sterling were informed immediately of the situation. They arrived here shortly after the patient himself did, and spent as long as they could at his bedside. They waited in the family room while the patient was in surgery. It was with out deepest regret that we had to inform them of Mr. Sterling’s passing.[Healer Marren furrows his brow and looks away as though trying to turn away from the way he felt that morning.]Deepest regret…Skeeter: Thank you for your time, healer Marren. The readers of the Daily Prophet will share the sorrow of both yourself, your colleagues and those affected by Noah Sterling’s death. Skip to next post
[June 17] A St.Mungo's Magical Catastrophe on August 14, 2009, 11:09:31 AM Tuesday, June 17, 2008A St.Mungo's Magical Catastropheby Rita SkeeterSt.Mungo’s is quiet. After the catastrophic events of the early hours of Monday 9th June, it is to be expected. Rita Skeeter, dressed in a beautiful olive robe, figure-hugging olive pencil skirt and unbelievably flattering cream blouse greets Healer-In-Charge, Jason Marren.Skeeter: Healer Marren. I understand that in the early hours of this morning a patient was transferred from the Craiova district of Romania with serious dragon-induced injuries.[Healer Marren is wearing his navy blue healer’s uniform and has the unmistakable scent of a freshly washed man. The stubble on his chin and bags under his eyes are evidence of the weary night he has endured, though make him in no way less endearing to the eye. A fine woman appreciates fine men when she sees them. And Healer Marren is most certainly a fine man.]Marren: Yes, that is correct. [His face is stony cold, but he cannot hide the desperate need to vent his emotions. Behind those misty blue eyes there is a distinct lack of sparkle. It is the look of a man who has lost his faith in life. He looks over to where photos of his small family are perched on a cabinet. The glint of a tear in his eye reflects in the glass frame of his young wife and son. He brushes a finger up to the corner of his eye in a desperate attempt to rid any evidence of emotion.]Skeeter: Can you tell me in your own words the events of the morning?[Rita Skeeter crosses one leg over the other and brushes her hands over her skirt which nestles well on her hips. Although curvaceous, Ms. Skeeter has a perfectly proportioned body and wears her clothes extremely well for her thirty-two years. Healer Marren, with a swift flick of his wand, flips over the photos of his family so that they cannot be seen. The pain is evident in his eyes as he begins to retell the details of that morning, from the depths of his heart.]Marren: I was owled early in the morning, telling me that I was needed urgently at the hospital. I made my way there, only to find that by the time I got there, the patient who had been stable upon arrival at St. Mungo’s was in fact in need of emergency surgery. [Healer Marren rubs his tired eyes and looks wistfully out of the window as he speaks.]He had been left in recovery for over two hours, as it was assumed that he was doing just that – recovering. It turns out that someone had overlooked checking internal inhuries in the chest cavity. This was what posed the problems that we faced in surgery.[He sighs and sits back in his seat, unable to keep still for a long amount of time.]Trying to keep enough blood pumped between his heart and his brain was difficult after the damage he had suffered since arriving at the hospital.[Feeling the heat in the room, Healer Marren loosens the two top buttons on his shirt and pulls it open in an attempt to cool down. The soft curls of fine chest hair can be seen on a tanned chest, like a short-pile rug leading down his body – one could only imagine what would lie underneath that shirt. The defined muscles of a toned torso and the pumped arms stretch at the fabric, bursting to be let free and flexed in all his manliness.]Skeeter: And what went through your mind when you saw the state of this poor, young man?Marren: Helplessness. I knew there was nothing that could be done for him. He had lost a lot of blood and it had seeped into his abdominal region – that’s where it causes most damage. It renders the gastro-intestinal organs completely useless, and eventually the body begins to shut down unable to cope with the extra pressure.[Healer Marren picks up a mug of coffee, but in his fumbling attempts to take a drink, spills it over his desk. Very kindly, Rita Skeeter offers to clean it up using her steady handed wand-work. She bends over, and it is obvious that Healer Marren cannot tear his eyes away from her cleavage. She notices and gives him a sly wink. He averts his eyes once more, a blush creeping into his cheeks.]Skeeter: And what of the patient in question, one Noah Sterling. Have his family been informed? Was he well-known for his career choice as a dragon tamer?[Healer Marren sighs and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]Marren: Mr. Sterling was an extremely capable and highly sought-after dragon keeper. He will be sorely missed in the industry. However, accidents like this are common in that line of work. Unfortunate though it is. The relatives of Mr. Sterling were informed immediately of the situation. They arrived here shortly after the patient himself did, and spent as long as they could at his bedside. They waited in the family room while the patient was in surgery. It was with out deepest regret that we had to inform them of Mr. Sterling’s passing.[Healer Marren furrows his brow and looks away as though trying to turn away from the way he felt that morning.]Deepest regret…Skeeter: Thank you for your time, healer Marren. The readers of the Daily Prophet will share the sorrow of both yourself, your colleagues and those affected by Noah Sterling’s death. Skip to next post
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