𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡. 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛. 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡. 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 @𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍-𝚑𝚚

[mighty-prongs]

James wasn’t a fan of the author of the book, Gilderoy Lockhart seemed charming but the mediwix wasn’t sure that the books were exactly something he would enjoy. However, parties, he would enjoy. 

He let Harry with his mother as Lily finished getting ready, and then they both made an appearance at the party. It seemed that the whole magical community was there, he hoped there wouldn’t be any trouble, everyone was getting along just fine and the drinks were stiff, which Potter enjoyed.

“Has anyone actually read his books?” he asked curiously to the person next to him.

[healervance]

To say that Emmeline felt out of place was the understatement of the century. She was questioning why she had even chosen to attend instead of choosing a quiet night at home after yet another busy day at the hospital.

A glass of punch in hand, her first of the evening, she sipped at the tasty concoction. One of the few benefits of the evening, she rarely had time to drink, let alone have one that was free. Turning her head when she hear a voice beside her, it took a moment for her to register that someone was actually talking to her.

"I know I certainly haven't," she responded, a truth that was the truth nevertheless, but one that slipped a little too easily from her tongue. "What about you?"

[medasgalaxy]

Andromeda was exhausted but glad to be out of the scrubs, it had been a while since she had been in a party and she planned to enjoy the night as Dora was with her in laws and Ted and her were just mingling, being a couple and proper adults again. 

She grabbed a strong drink and watched as people arrive, just enjoying not having to be in charge for a moment, nodding along, greeting the people she knew.

[healervance]

Keeping to the sidelines was one of Emmeline's specialties when she wanted it to be. Watching the crowd was far easier than being mixed up in the middle of it all, not being one who ever wanted to be the centre of attention. She was happy where she was, eyes casting around the room until she met a pair of eyes that were more familiar than most.

A smile was sent Andromeda's way before Emmeline was slipping her way through the crowd to stand near her colleague's side. "I almost didn't recognise you when you're not in lime green."

[benjyxfenwick]

☼ benjy & open​

☼ location: gilderoy lockhart’s book launch party 

Something was wrong. Benjy was completely sober, the last time he checked, yet he was saying things he’d probably only say if he was at the bottom of a bottle. Truths he had no intention of revealing kept spilling from his mouth. It did not take long for him to piece together what was going on, as Benjy remembered the last time he had been under truth serum. When he had been recruited to join the Order of the Phoenix, he’d been trained rigorously, and one of those trainings was taking Veritaserum to know how it felt to be under its spell. From the truthful things he kept saying, and the odd sensation he had to keep being honest, he knew he’d been given a dose of it. The only thing he’d had to drink that night was the punch, making it the sole culprit.

Benjy had one goal in mind: to warn the other members of the Order that were present at the party of what was going on, before anymore secrets could be spilled. He looked around, spotting someone beside him holding a glass of punch. “I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” he blurted.

[healervance]

At least the party wasn't too rowdy. Yet. Emmeline knew that there was still plenty of time left for that to occur, but she had it fully intended in mind that she was going to be long gone from the party before it had any chance of reaching that stage. Never the partier, it was more of a rare occurrence than anything else that she found herself here now. The glass of punch in hand, she was little more than half a glass through her first drink, not yet quite enough to realise just what was happening to her.

Startling slightly when someone spoke next to her all of a sudden, it took only a matter of seconds to realise who it was that was talking to her. Benjy Fenwick. A fellow Order member. Raising an eyebrow at his statement, it raised more questions than it gave Emmeline answers.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with it?" His words were enough for her to eye up her glass more carefully, lifting it up to examine the colourful liquid as it sloshed gently back and forth in her glass.

[healervance]

Emmeline's outfit for the 'Holidays with Hags' Book Launch

[bartycrouchthejunior]

Spoilsport. This one clearly took her work very seriously. No matter, he would just try a different route. He was bored enough after all. He was also intrigued, either the woman didn't realise who his was- which happened sometimes since Barty looked way more like this mother. Thank Merlin. That, or she just didn't care. The second was a more exciting prospect, Barty had grown used to people sucking up to him in hopes he'd mention them to his father. Barty could tell them they were wasting their time, but sometimes it proved useful. Both for his own selfish reasons but also because some of them gave him information useful to the death eaters.

"you're right - i am being cheeky, i apologise- i'm sure you're very busy" a certain amount of amusement still playing on his lips. "If i'm being honest - and you're definitely not allowed to judge me for it-" a confident wink "but last time i came her- the healer i had- she made me feel like a scolded child- and well maybe i was being a little bit of a coward in trying to avoid her."

@healervance

[healervance]

As the seconds ticked by, it was becoming more and more apparent that Emmeline wasn't about to get rid of the man that was lurking by her side. It happened sometimes for various reasons. Someone who thought they were above the other patients and deserved to be cared for first or more sadly the lonely patient who didn't have anyone else to go to and more often needed a kind ear and some reassurance. The signs were pointing towards the first right now, though Emmeline wasn't entirely convinced of the fact just yet.

Raising her eyebrows a little at his confession, she turned away from the patient at hand that she was supposed to be taking care of to assess the younger man, eyes flicking up and down him from head to toe. "You shouldn't be worried about any of the Healers here. Trust me. There's no one that scary working today. We're not here to treat you like a child unless you give us reason to." A pause as she thought it through, already the thought of wondering just why it was that she was doing what she was about to do already creeping into mind. "Go and sit down. I'll see what I can do for you."

[longbottomlad]

Frank was sporting a particularly nasty gash from a particularly rough day at work. What had begun as an easy case had somehow turned into a bit of a tricky affair.  A charmed cauldron had gone on the missing list in Southhampton. At first, Frank and his partner had a little chuckle about the situation when the particularly worried potioneer first spoke to the pair. But now, the brunette wasn’t chuckling quite as much. 

Suddenly, with a sight of the cauldron Frank understood the potioneers fretting.  The cauldron had teeth, and a fierce ones at that.  There wasn’t much time to comprehend what was going on. One minute,  Frank was aiming a slowing curse at the pot.  A quick bounce back of a charm and the pot was flying in the air towards him. Teeth gnashing into the man’s arm. 

Waiting in the wings of the hospital, a place where Frank ended up too often with minor injuries following mission that had gone array.  He smiled warmly at the familiar face, “It’s been six actually.” Raising an eyebrow with the correction, “I think that is a new record.”  

[healervance]

Emmeline had been at this for long enough to know who her regulars were. Not that any Healer should have regulars, but it seemed that there were certain people that had a predilection for getting themselves injured more than the average person. It was something that she had gotten more than used to in her time here, even when she had first been training it had become apparent who she would be seeing more of than anyone else.

The warm smile was returned to Frank as Emmeline opened his chart to see just what it was that he had done to himself this time around. "A new record that you should be too proud of," she spoke, eyes flicking up to him with almost a teasing edge to them. He was an easy patient to deal with, unlike some others that she came across. If she could have a night of Franks then her life would be so much easier.

"A cauldron with teeth? Are we living in a real version of a Beedle the Bard story now?" It was different, not her normal case of a spell gone wrong or a child getting their hands on a wand and waving it around causing all possibilities of disaster. "Why don't you show me just what the cauldron did and we'll go from there?"

[healervance]

who: emmeline and @abitmoody where: alastor moody's chiswick cottage

She needed a drink. That much was certain as Emmeline changed out of her lime green robes in the healer's locker rooms at St Mungo's. Her days were always busy, there was always something going on, but today had just been one of those days. She was late finishing, glancing at the clock as she realised what the time actually was for the first time in hours. It was late, she knew that she should sleep, but sleep wouldn't come so easily tonight.

The internal debate in her mind only lasted a matter of seconds, deep down always knowing where she would end up tonight. Just one quick stop along the way, she couldn't show up empty handed. Not after last time. A stop at a local muggle liquor shop and a quick apparition and she was there. Staring up at the familiar cottage that wasn't her own, Emmeline felt some of the weight slip off of her shoulders already. Just the sight of it was a comfort, looking so warm and cozy on a winter's night, then thinking about what was likely waiting for her inside. The logs burning in the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, being able to relax for what felt like the first time in days.

Emmeline had long since known how to let herself into the cottage, doing so now, being cautious on the off chance that the inhabitant was asleep. No dustbins came out to attack her now as she unlocked the door, slipping inside without a sound. She could sense his presence before she saw him, taking a few steps down the short hall before she was poking her head through the sitting room door. More relief washed over her as she saw Alastor sitting there, firelight flickering over him, knowing neither of them were the least bit surprised at her arrival. She held up the bottle of whiskey for him to see before speaking, "Hope it's not too late for a drink."

[elysianismss]

who: marlene & @healervance

where:astwood cemetery

As the white snow covered the woods outside the house, from the other side of the window laughter filled the room, there was always someone playing the piano and as some glasses clinked followed by a loud and joyful “cheers!”, the younger ones played nonstop. Christmas at the Mckinnons had always been a wonderful time, doors and hearts open to share with whoever came by.

The first year she hadn’t even noticed it was Christmas, all to deep in her grief to grasp the passing of time. This year marked the second holidays without them, without her family. They were all gone now and there wasn’t a thing to celebrate anymore, night was about to fall and she hoped the sun wouldn’t rise the next day, she wasn’t ready for it to be Christmas yet.

Before she knew how, Marlene had began drinking by herself, another bottle of scotch breaking to pieces as it hit the wall. She was mad at herself, not recognising what she’d turned into, a grief too big it had swallowed her whole and left nothing of the innocent girl she once was. Tears forming in her eyes, the blonde made a quick poorly thought decision and apparated at Astwood Cemetery in Worcester. It was far from home, yet as close as she currently could be to her real home, they were her home.

Making her way through the tombstones, not needing to read them to know where she was heading, Marlene stopped on her tracks a few steps away from the place where her brothers had been buried. There was someone else standing there, someone she hadn’t expected to see, someone she didn’t exactly feel like talking to— grief was hungry and growing, they couldn’t let it get any bigger. Stumbling back as she tried not to lose her stance to the alcohol, she called out to the witch she knew all too well, words slurring the slightest bit. “What are you doing here, Emmeline?”

[healervance]

Since Matthew had died, Emmeline had always felt at a loss. She grieved, she truly did, but people had also put her on such a pedestal because of his death. They had been dating, perhaps she had even loved him, but never had she had the chance to say the words to him. Now it would forever be a fact that would hang over her shoulders, the constant knowledge that she would always be Matthew McKinnon's girlfriend. Still, there was worse things that she could be.

On a night like this, she felt that tug to go to the cemetery, finding her way there without truly thinking about what she was doing. Part of it felt like an obligation, part was wanting to go. The two were messy in her mind, unsure of just what it was that she was supposed to think or believe to be true.

Standing on the frozen ground, she tidied up around the grave of her once boyfriend and his family, picking up twigs and leaves that had fallen to the ground. It was the least that she could do for the family that had welcomed her so easily, made to feel as if she was a part of them from the first time that she had met them.

Perhaps she should have turned when she heard the sound of someone approaching, but it was a cemetery and it was Christmas day. In the back of her mind, she just assumed that it was someone like her. It was only when she heard that familiar voice behind her that it caused Emmeline to turn around, seeing as Marlene stumbled her way towards her. "It's Christmas," she responded, moving towards the blonde woman with a few careful strides to slip her arm through the other woman's in the hopes of keeping her upright. "I could ask you the very same question."

msmeadcwes:

Dorcas couldn’t help but to chuckle at her joke. “I didn’t know you were all about tough love, Emm” she joked back. For someone who was more in the awkward spectrum of life, interacting with Emmeline made her seem like pretty normal. It was like Benjy, it was easy being around them, it was easy to joke, to sass, basically to be herself.

“Yeah, I guess so” she agreed with a heavy sigh. Dorcas then looked up at her friend and took in a deep breath. “Okay, yes, I can do that. Will I get a lollipop after?” she joked before sitting very still, so much that, after a while she looked like a statue.

Rolling her eyes ever so slightly, there was a slight ease to Emmeline as she worked on Dorcas that one didn't usually find when she was busy treating patient after patient. There was usually little time for jokes and affection in her job and as disgruntled as she may be that Dorcas had rendered herself injured yet again, she was pleased to see the younger woman despite it all. "I can be about tough love when it's needed." She gave the other woman an almost teasing look as she got the second bottle ready to use.

Shaking her head at Dorcas' joke, the hint of a smile appeared on her face. "I'll see what I can conjure up if you're good." Waiting for Dorcas to prepare herself, it wasn't long before the potion was droppered into the wound on her arm, having an immediate effect as the skin appeared to sow itself up without delay. "See? What wasn't too bad, was it?"

[aeturnusroseus]

"I am so lost within myself and through the world that I see, I cannot find something that should define me. What makes me, me?"

[cepoilfaitdestrucs]

crédits : murdock

[amazingyoungwomen]

[healervance]

msmeadcwes:

Is not like Dorcas was always this clumsy, in fact she had quite a clean record. However, these past months had been particularly brutal on her. The weight on the war was catching up on her and her panic attacks were happening more often. Her sleep wasn’t improving and her father’s fear was getting to her nerves. In other words: Dorcas needed a break, a break that she knew she couldn’t have.

“Oh, just because I was hit by a curse it doesn’t mean that the other ended up harmless, you are hurting my ego now, Emm” she joked, offering her a small smile. “Thanks” she murmured, taking the bottle and took a large drink. “I don’t know, it was a non-verbal one, but it was a flash of orange light, my gut tells me it’s dark magic” she told her.

Emmeline knew that it was inevitable, that people that she knew would end up hurt, but it didn't mean for a second that she had to like it. Even if it was someone who landed themselves here a little too often for her liking. "Then perhaps I need to prod a little harder and it'll teach you a lesson." There wasn't many that Emmeline was able to joke with quote so easily, especially not when she was at work, but Dorcas was a special case. It was easier this way.

Nodding her head as Dorcas told Emmeline what she knew about the curse that had hit her, the options ran through her mind of what would be the best next step. "If it was then you were very lucky. Not everyone gets off as lightly as this." Unstopping a small bottle, she turned towards Dorcas, a pipette in hand. "Hopefully this should do the trick. I just need you to hold still so I can drop it straight into the wound."

[healervance]

msmeadcwes:

Is not like Dorcas was always this clumsy, in fact she had quite a clean record. However, these past months had been particularly brutal on her. The weight on the war was catching up on her and her panic attacks were happening more often. Her sleep wasn’t improving and her father’s fear was getting to her nerves. In other words: Dorcas needed a break, a break that she knew she couldn’t have.

“Oh, just because I was hit by a curse it doesn’t mean that the other ended up harmless, you are hurting my ego now, Emm” she joked, offering her a small smile. “Thanks” she murmured, taking the bottle and took a large drink. “I don’t know, it was a non-verbal one, but it was a flash of orange light, my gut tells me it’s dark magic” she told her.

Emmeline knew that it was inevitable, that people that she knew would end up hurt, but it didn't mean for a second that she had to like it. Even if it was someone who landed themselves here a little too often for her liking. "Then perhaps I need to prod a little harder and it'll teach you a lesson." There wasn't many that Emmeline was able to joke with quote so easily, especially not when she was at work, but Dorcas was a special case. It was easier this way.

Nodding her head as Dorcas told Emmeline what she knew about the curse that had hit her, the options ran through her mind of what would be the best next step. "If it was then you were very lucky. Not everyone gets off as lightly as this." Unstopping a small bottle, she turned towards Dorcas, a pipette in hand. "Hopefully this should do the trick. I just need you to hold still so I can drop it straight into the wound."

[bartycrouchthejunior]

Barty hated waiting around. Hated it. Usually he wouldn't come to St Mungo's for injuries he'd got working for the Death Eaters, it created too much suspicion in his mind and besides he was fairly skilled at healing. This time though he hadn't been able to patch himself up, he'd managed to get far enough to make it look like a cut he could've got from an accident at home, but there was still a steady flow of blood.

He had been waiting for about half an hour when he saw the pretty witch wandered in to the waiting room, clearly chastising someone. Barty was bored and couldn't resist creating a little entertainment for himself. He waltz over to the witch as she waited for her patient to grab their stuff. "Can't say I blame them, if you were my healer, reckon i'd be finding ways to be in here pretty regular myself- and I hate hospitals." Barty gave her one of his signature smiles. "In fact, i'd love to join your waiting queue, i promise i'll be a very well behaved patient."

@healervance

[healervance]

Interruptions were a common occurrence in a hospital. There was rarely a shift that went by that Emmeline wasn't pulled aside for one thing or another, a second opinion or an extra set of hands to help with something that needed more than one Healer to handle. Sometimes it was the patients, as it was in this case, Emmeline keeping a polite smile on her face as a partially familiar face strolled up to her. His name escaped her, but they'd been at Hogwarts together. If she was right, then she knew that he had been a few years below her and definitely wasn't a Ravenclaw.

"I'm afraid you can't make requests like that. I'm sure that there'll be a Healer available to see you soon enough." Eyes casted over the man, doing a quick assessment. He was bold enough, charming even, meaning that he couldn't possibly be in too much agony at this very minute. "I'd suggest you go back and sit down and keep that wound elevated and pressure on it. Someone will be with you soon."

[msmeadcwes]

She had been so careless lately. Dorcas was normally a cautious person who rarely was sent to the hospital, but the past two months had been hell. So much that even her boss was starting to worrry and her father kept on insisting that she did therapy to see if this was some form of self sabotaging or whatever.

So here she was, sitting on the hospital bed with a large cut in her left arm. And of course, as expected Emmeline was already giving her hell about it. “Actually, it’s been seven” she commented and then added, “is not like I do this on purpose, I have much more interesting things to do than come to the hospital” she hissed in pain as she tried to move. “I got caught in the wrong side of a spell” she explained, grimacing as she looked at her bloodied arm. 

[healervance]

It seemed it was only yesterday that Emmeline had met Dorcas for the first time. Once a little first year, not quite fitting in with the crowd, now an auror. An auror that had a predilection for finding herself in the way of danger time and time again. Emmeline had learnt the hard way that she couldn't help everyone, but she'd be damned if she wasn't going to help where she could. Even if it did mean a stern gaze and a telling off for the fourth time this month.

"I'm sure that you do. Maybe you should try one of them next time. If you want to see me, you can always send me an owl." Not that Emmeline had much time for socialisation, but that was beside the point. A flick of her wand and it wasn't long before two potion bottles were floating into the room, landing delicately on the table for her to reach out a hand and unstopper the first bottle. "Something for the pain to start with." She held out the bottle to Dorcas. "Do I want to ask which spell you got in the way of? Or even worse who cast it?"

[fractured-hq]

EMMELINE VANCE

Character Name: Emmeline Vance

Age & Birthday: 26 born on 12/02/1955

Gender & Pronouns: Female she/her

Blood status: Half-blood

Sided: Order of the Phoenix

Occupation: Healer

Face Claim: Naomi Scott

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[healervance]

Who: Emmeline and OPEN Where: St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Lime green robes suitably fastened around her body, Emmeline was ready for another day of chaos that was inevitable to come when it was time for her to begin another shift at St Mungo's Hospital. It was easier to expect chaos and madness, it made the few easier shifts that she had every so often more of a treat. Assessing herself in front of the mirror once more before turning on her heel to leave the Healer's quarters, it wasn't long before she was on the ground floor of the hospital.

As if on cue, a pile of notes floated their way towards Emmeline, reaching for the stack as they drew nearer, opening the first file that was at the top of her pile. A quiet sigh followed, barely needing to read more than the name at the top of the page before she was moving, not needing direction from the desk witch to point her in the direction of her first patient of the day.

Walking down the short corridor, it wasn't long before Emmeline came across a familiar face, a recurring patient, who seemed to get themselves into trouble a little too often. "What did I say about not wanting to see you here again? How long as it been? Four days? Five?"