Welcome to TB, an all levels Harry Potter roleplay with no word count. Our purpose is to go through the books with one exception: the addition of original characters and what changes that makes.
We accept all beings and creatures in the Harry Potter verse including ghosts, veela, muggles and even centaur.
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Post by AURORA STARLING on Jul 11, 2024 14:26:51 GMT -5
July 2026
The only thing Aurora could say about her life in the past couple of months was that it was the same as ever. She didn't know how to describe it in any other way. She often heard people saying that their lives were dull. They went to work, went back home, cleaned up, made some food, went to sleep, and then the same thing all over again. Basically, this was her life too. But she could never say that her life was boring. Her job was not boring in any way. Being a Healer did not give her the time to feel like she needed something more in her life, at least in the professional field. She worked a lot, often did overtime, but it was all worth it. However, there was the other thing - the fact that she didn't really seem to have a social life. She couldn't even talk about a romantic life, because that simply did not exist.
But it was alright. She couldn't complain. She had the job of her dreams, she had a loving family and a few good friends. Sure, they didn't see each other much, but they were there if they needed each other. That July evening, she was still at work. She was tired, but she was having a black tea. The caffeine was supposed to help, but not keep her up all night long. She stopped by the head nurse's desk.
"Hey, Liv," she greeted the older woman. "What's next for me?" The nice nurse handed her a patient's charts. Aurora's blue eyes roamed over the papers, and a slight smile pulled on her lips when she recognized the name. "Thanks, Liv," she told the woman, before heading down the hall, towards the patient's room.
Once there, she stopped in the doorframe. "Mr. Da Costa. Hello," she greeted him with a polite smile. She saw many patients every day. She was not proud to say that she did not manage to remember each of them. But she did remember Mr. Da Costa.
Post by SALVATORE DA COSTA on Jul 24, 2024 18:25:10 GMT -5
Salvatore had stumbled into the emergency room of the Edinburgh Clinic, clutching his stomach. One month out of teaching and he had already gotten himself into quite the situation. It involved a couple of goblins, a bet, and far too much ale.
He had crashed into a cart and was clutching at a counter for support when a Healer tried to support him and bring him into a room. They asked him what had happened, but he wasn't feeling very coherent. Eventually, they just laid him in a bed and told him someone would be with him soon. He continued to bleed and it was getting on the bed now but he didn't care. He hoped someone would patch him up soon.
Cue his saviour, part two. Salvatore hadn't been paying attention when his healer walked in the room. He was laying down, but not in a relaxed way. He was used to this kind of pain, but it still hurt. He was hunched over, a bit on his side and a bit not, still holding his side a little.
But then he heard his name and he looked up. In all the alcohol and blood loss, she looked like an angel. But then his vision and hearing became in sync again and he realized she was just a normal witch and someone he recognized. "Come to fix me again?" He tried to joke. He chuckled a bit, which turned into a loud grunt from the pain. He really needed her to do what she did best and that probably would need less jokes from him.