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Caiden Addington | 16 | Year 7 | Ravenclaw | Quidditch | Medicine

[lilyofthefield]

"I don't feel good"

Molly’s motherly instincts kicked in at hearing the four words. The boy before her looked about the same age as her twin brothers. “Here.” Before she knew what she was doing, she lead the boy over to a chair. “Sit.” Her voice was gentle, but firm. She looked him over. He certainly didn’t look good. “What exactly doesn’t feel right? Are you nauseated?” 

Without waiting for him to reply, Molly placed a hand on his forehead. “Hmmm…well, young man, I’d say you have a fever.” Molly flicked her wand and a goblet appeared out of thin air. “Aquamenti.” The goblet filled with water and she handed it to the boy. “Drink this,” she ordered. She flicked her wand again and a blanket appeared. She wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. “You need to drink lots of water and stay warm.”

[aidfromcaiden-blog]

arthursmolly:

“Well, Hogwart is a big school. Can’t expect everyone to know everyone.”

“That’s true,” he agreed, “I can barely identify my year mates some days.”

[lilyofthefield]

"I don't feel good"

Molly’s motherly instincts kicked in at hearing the four words. The boy before her looked about the same age as her twin brothers. “Here.” Before she knew what she was doing, she lead the boy over to a chair. “Sit.” Her voice was gentle, but firm. She looked him over. He certainly didn’t look good. “What exactly doesn’t feel right? Are you nauseated?” 

Without waiting for him to reply, Molly placed a hand on his forehead. “Hmmm…well, young man, I’d say you have a fever.” Molly flicked her wand and a goblet appeared out of thin air. “Aquamenti.” The goblet filled with water and she handed it to the boy. “Drink this,” she ordered. She flicked her wand again and a blanket appeared. She wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. “You need to drink lots of water and stay warm.”

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arthursmolly:

“Gideon is. Fabian is in Gryffindor.”

“Oh!” Caiden said, remembering the other boy, “I can’t say as I know him so much as I know about him.”

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[lilyofthefield]

"I don't feel good"

Molly’s motherly instincts kicked in at hearing the four words. The boy before her looked about the same age as her twin brothers. “Here.” Before she knew what she was doing, she lead the boy over to a chair. “Sit.” Her voice was gentle, but firm. She looked him over. He certainly didn’t look good. “What exactly doesn’t feel right? Are you nauseated?” 

Without waiting for him to reply, Molly placed a hand on his forehead. “Hmmm…well, young man, I’d say you have a fever.” Molly flicked her wand and a goblet appeared out of thin air. “Aquamenti.” The goblet filled with water and she handed it to the boy. “Drink this,” she ordered. She flicked her wand again and a blanket appeared. She wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. “You need to drink lots of water and stay warm.”

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arthursmolly:

“You’re the same age as my brothers then. Fabian and Gideon Prewett. Do you know them?”

Caiden frowned thinking back, the names sounded familiar, “are either of them in Ravenclaw?”

[lilyofthefield]

"I don't feel good"

Molly’s motherly instincts kicked in at hearing the four words. The boy before her looked about the same age as her twin brothers. “Here.” Before she knew what she was doing, she lead the boy over to a chair. “Sit.” Her voice was gentle, but firm. She looked him over. He certainly didn’t look good. “What exactly doesn’t feel right? Are you nauseated?” 

Without waiting for him to reply, Molly placed a hand on his forehead. “Hmmm…well, young man, I’d say you have a fever.” Molly flicked her wand and a goblet appeared out of thin air. “Aquamenti.” The goblet filled with water and she handed it to the boy. “Drink this,” she ordered. She flicked her wand again and a blanket appeared. She wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. “You need to drink lots of water and stay warm.”

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arthursmolly:

“You’re welcome, Caiden.” A few moments passed in silence as she helped steer him towards the hospital wing. “What year are you in? 6th? 7th?” 

He smiled gratefully, during the walk he closed his eyes tightly to keep the vertigo from getting worse, “I finally made it to my 7th year.”

[lilyofthefield]

"I don't feel good"

Molly’s motherly instincts kicked in at hearing the four words. The boy before her looked about the same age as her twin brothers. “Here.” Before she knew what she was doing, she lead the boy over to a chair. “Sit.” Her voice was gentle, but firm. She looked him over. He certainly didn’t look good. “What exactly doesn’t feel right? Are you nauseated?” 

Without waiting for him to reply, Molly placed a hand on his forehead. “Hmmm…well, young man, I’d say you have a fever.” Molly flicked her wand and a goblet appeared out of thin air. “Aquamenti.” The goblet filled with water and she handed it to the boy. “Drink this,” she ordered. She flicked her wand again and a blanket appeared. She wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. “You need to drink lots of water and stay warm.”

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arthursmolly:

“Of course. Here,” Molly helped pull him to his feet and then offered him her shoulder. “I’m Molly, by the way. Molly Weasley. What’s your name?”

Caiden made sure that he was steady on his own feet letting the wave of vertigo pass, “Caiden Addington. Thanks for this.”

[lilyofthefield]

"I don't feel good"

Molly’s motherly instincts kicked in at hearing the four words. The boy before her looked about the same age as her twin brothers. “Here.” Before she knew what she was doing, she lead the boy over to a chair. “Sit.” Her voice was gentle, but firm. She looked him over. He certainly didn’t look good. “What exactly doesn’t feel right? Are you nauseated?” 

Without waiting for him to reply, Molly placed a hand on his forehead. “Hmmm…well, young man, I’d say you have a fever.” Molly flicked her wand and a goblet appeared out of thin air. “Aquamenti.” The goblet filled with water and she handed it to the boy. “Drink this,” she ordered. She flicked her wand again and a blanket appeared. She wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. “You need to drink lots of water and stay warm.”

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arthursmolly:

A headache? Molly frowned, unsure how exactly to help with that. The trouble with headaches was they could be a symptom of so many different things: stress, dehydration, and the common cold to name a few. Until they knew for sure what the problem was, there wasn’t much else she could do for him.

“It’s no trouble,” Molly assured him. “Taking care of sick kids is kind of my thing. Just, take it easy and don’t push yourself. The last thing you want to do when you’re not feeling well is tax yourself. As for your headache, I’d go see Madam Pomfrey about that. I don’t want to give you anything and then have her bite my head off.”

Caiden pinched the bridge of his nose to help himself focus. Once he was sure he had eased enough to talk, “still, I feel bad about it, I’m usually able to fix these myself. It blindsided me.” He rolled his shoulder, trying to ease the soreness. This was just his luck, to get sick the moment that flu season started and then to not be able to do anything about it.

He winced, “if I could just- do you mind helping me to the medical ward?” This would be one of his first visits of the year, Pomfrey would probably make fun of him for not being able to fix this himself. Caiden laughed to himself, his specialty was fixing physical wounds. If he was bleeding he could fix this up in a second.

[aidfromcaiden-blog]

aidfromcaiden:

Wanted Connections

Friends -> Caiden is a social guy and gets along with most anyone

Crush -> He firmly believes in loving your fellow man/woman. Can be innocent, can be something more!

Study Partner -> Someone who takes their studying as seriously as him, or even someone who needs a little extra help with it.

Wanted Plots

This person is the one person that actually managed to get under Caiden’s skin and stay there. These two do not get along and usually they ghost each other, but now it’s all coming to a head.

Caiden meets/finds this person hurt (physically or emotionally) somewhere on the grounds. He rushes over to help them and a relationship develops from there.

Usually Caiden is relaxed about most things, except for the N.E.W.T.s. This person finds Caiden having a panic attack about the looming exams and attempts to calm him down.

WWR PLOT RELATED: After the attack Caiden was feeling less sure of himself, he had done decent work with healing the others. That’s not what he had doubt about, it was the fact that he ran away so fast, and how scared he had been. How would he even be able to help in the coming battle if he couldn’t even stay during one to help out. This person can either help Caiden get over his doubt or maybe they increase them. 

I am open to any other connections and plots that you may think of, feel free to send me a message!

This will indicate any taken connection or plots. Most connections are multiple.

Connections and Plots may crossover!

[lilyofthefield]

"I don't feel good"

Molly’s motherly instincts kicked in at hearing the four words. The boy before her looked about the same age as her twin brothers. “Here.” Before she knew what she was doing, she lead the boy over to a chair. “Sit.” Her voice was gentle, but firm. She looked him over. He certainly didn’t look good. “What exactly doesn’t feel right? Are you nauseated?” 

Without waiting for him to reply, Molly placed a hand on his forehead. “Hmmm…well, young man, I’d say you have a fever.” Molly flicked her wand and a goblet appeared out of thin air. “Aquamenti.” The goblet filled with water and she handed it to the boy. “Drink this,” she ordered. She flicked her wand again and a blanket appeared. She wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. “You need to drink lots of water and stay warm.”

[aidfromcaiden-blog]

Caiden blinked in surprise, having not expected anyone to overhear him, much less offer help. He let himself be guided towards the chair. He drank the water gratefully before closing his eyes tightly against the low light. There was a couple of seconds where he struggled to find words to answer her question, “thanks. It’s my head mostly, bad headache.”

He also was starting to get body aches which he knew to mean he was probably catching more than just a cold. It was something that he could take care of easily on his own, but not until he got ride of this blasted headache. A stabbing pain started behind his eye and he let out a low groan. It might take him awhile to get rid of this headache, “sorry to trouble you.”

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Leave “Red String of Fate” in my askbox.

[aidfromcaiden-blog]

sideblogofserenity:

I’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!) to see what is in our muses’ destinies, then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.

NOTE: This meme was originally posted by frommemetoyou, which has since deleted, breaking the read more. Further notes on that at the end of the read more.

Keep reading

[aidfromcaiden-blog]

Not Enough

If Caiden had been driven to become a healer before, this was him being fanatical about that. There were mounds of medical text next to his bed. His curtains were closed and sealed magically. His dorm mates probably wouldn’t enjoy the light he was using as he scoured the words.

Halloween was burned into his mind, the moment it became clear they were under attack, he’d fled the fighting. Part of him always knew that he wasn’t a fighter, his talent was more for fixing people. Still, there had been the hope that when fighting broke out he would pull out his courage. Now that he had the opportunity he;d been a coward.

He growled and shoved the book away from him in frustration. These Death Eaters were out to terrorize and kill people (kill witches and wizards like his brother). Caiden shuttered, all he could think about was his Kameron falling pray to one of those curses. Even the anger and fierce protectiveness that surged in him didn’t feel like enough to make him stand his ground.

If Kameron was ever under attack, Caiden didn’t know if he would be able to protect him. And that, that scared him more than anything. Letting his sweet baby brother down. A pit formed in his stomach.

The book seemed to mock him from where he had tossed it earlier. What good is knowing how to heal people if you can’t be trusted to be able to get to them when you need it most? 

His mother’s sickly face popped into his head. Back then he had be unable to do anything to him, magical cures were beyond his comprehension. Now, he could probably brew up a half-dozen remedies to cure a stomachache and he could heal even the most grievous of gashes with a thought and a flick of his wand.

And despite that, he had ran. Jesus Christ, I’m pathetic.

[aidfromcaiden-blog]

aidfromcaiden:

Wanted Connections

Friends -> Caiden is a social guy and gets along with most anyone

Crush -> He firmly believes in loving your fellow man/woman. Can be innocent, can be something more!

Study Partner -> Someone who takes their studying as seriously as him, or even someone who needs a little extra help with it.

Wanted Plots

This person is the one person that actually managed to get under Caiden’s skin and stay there. These two do not get along and usually they ghost each other, but now it’s all coming to a head.

Caiden meets/finds this person hurt (physically or emotionally) somewhere on the grounds. He rushes over to help them and a relationship develops from there.

Usually Caiden is relaxed about most things, except for the N.E.W.T.s. This person finds Caiden having a panic attack about the looming exams and attempts to calm him down.

WWR PLOT RELATED: After the attack Caiden was feeling less sure of himself, he had done decent work with healing the others. That’s not what he had doubt about, it was the fact that he ran away so fast, and how scared he had been. How would he even be able to help in the coming battle if he couldn’t even stay during one to help out. This person can either help Caiden get over his doubt or maybe they increase them. 

I am open to any other connections and plots that you may think of, feel free to send me a message!

This will indicate any taken connection or plots. Most connections are multiple.

Connections and Plots may crossover!

[aidfromcaiden-blog]

daringheart:

He shook his head briefly, “I’m not waiting for people to come, I’m waiting to be let out.”  

“Ah, they’ll probably keep us in here for awhile,” he replied and then he pulled a face, “make sure the castle is safe and all.”

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daringheart:

Dante scoffed slightly, “Stressful’s one word for it.” He sighed, turning away from the door, staring at it angrily wasn’t going to do him any good. “What about you? Are you alright or do you need any help or anything?” he asked, his eyes looking over Caiden briefly. 

Caiden gave a humorless chuckle, before he sighed and settled his stance. “I’m uninjured and terrified, but I’ll be fine.” He replied. “Do you need anything? I’ve seen most of the people who have made it to the library... if that’s why you were staring at the door?”

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toujoursbaisee:

“I mean sure, they don’t bother me much and maybe you could help someone else? I don’t know… I don’t know… I might as well deserve it,” He said as he looked down at his chest and sighed, Caiden didn’t deserve his grumpiness or weight of his thoughts, he could barely manage it, how could he ask someone else to? “Yeah… Yeah it’s better if you heal them,” He agreed in the end, pulling his shirt off and grunting as he did, most of the cloth had gotten stuck to drying blood and made it hurt as he pulled the garment off. 

Caiden was already shaking his head, “Sirius, you don’t deserve this. No one deserves to get hurt.” As he said that a few exceptions popped into his head, but he dismissed them. This wasn’t the time or place to debate on morality. He let out a sigh of relief when he got permission to treat the other. It would give him something to do. Carefully Caiden pulled out his wand, and after a pause to see if consent would be taken away he pressed the tip to one of the worse cuts. ”Sorry if this stings, let me know if it gets too bad,” slowly he started to knit the cuts back together.

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toujoursbaisee:

Sirius hadn’t spoken a word since he had gotten to the library, his eyes dark and heart heavy, he knew most people he cared about had gotten out, and he’d been pulled out soon enough by an angry McGonagall when he tried to go back inside when he didn’t see Regulus or Alecto anywhere. They were purebloods, of course, so there was a low chance anything would happen to either of them but… Deatheaters. In Hogwarts. It was a nightmare. “Huh?” He said as he heard someone speak above him. “Oh, it’s fine,” He waved off, not really feeling the pain of the cut in his numb state, he had somehow gotten in the way of a blast and most of his right arm and right side of his chest was bleeding from a series of small cuts, nothing too deep, it was more the quantity that made him look like he’d dressed up like a zombie tonight rather than what he had.

Caiden still felt concern at the amount of blood. In the low lights he couldn’t see the state of the cuts. He was more concerned about how everyone was dealing with the attack, but emotional health wasn’t something he was adept at. Broken bones and bruises he could deal with all day long, this kind of trauma not so much. Not that he wanted to push, but he found himself asking, “are you sure? It’ll only take a couple of minutes...” It was about the only thing that he could do. When the attack started, he’d left. Which bothered him more than he would like to admit. He shifted from side to side uncomfortably.

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daringheart:

“No, I’m fine,” Dante muttered, glaring at the door to the library. He could barely even feel the cut on his forehead or any other injuries that he may have sustained during the attack, he was too angry. He was angry that people had done that and angry that he was stuck in here being baby sat when the professors all said that attackers were gone anyway. He sighed slightly, running a hand through his hair before turning to look at Caiden with an apologetic smile, “Sorry for snapping.”

Caiden took a step back from the obvious anger Dante was emitting. He couldn’t think of a time that he’d seen the other boy that mad. Although he wasn’t sure about what part of this whole night was setting him off. He lowered his wand and gave a half shrug, “you’re fine, its been a... stressful night for everyone.” It was an understatement but he wasn’t sure how else to phrase it politely. Terrifying was also a close contender.