#magical maladies

[lexyvey]

The Longbottoms

“That's Frank and Alice Longbottom -- poor devils. Better dead than what happened to them …" ~ Mad-Eye Moody 

[scampish-scotty-scamander]

Magical Maladies: 1994 (Andy&Scott)

Scott walked through the entrance to the hospital that resembled a condemned department store. He knew Andy worked in the hospital and she’d be able to help on the delicate matter hopefully. Even the slight thought of his son made his head ache with pain and stopped him in his tracks.

“Andy!” he called as he went past reception and head up the stairs despite the protests of some of the hospital staff. Now Scott never viewed himself as entitled or that his surname or blood status gave him extra privileges. However, when it came to situations like this and he had to get back to his son, he considered it a sort of emergency and didn’t conform to the regulations. That and the fact he knew Andy made things seem easier.

The fourth floor was for spells. He didn’t know what ward she was working on that day or if she had one in particular. She’d always seemed incredibly skilled so he presumed she could do it all. Calling her name as he jogged up the stairs and went past the first and second floor.

He was desperate. Scott was one to hide his emotions but the repercussions this impression was having on his mental health was wearing thin and breaking his stubborn boundaries. Andy was the only one he felt could understand why he couldn’t sit in the back of the line and wait his turn.

The boy crossed his mind again as he often did and it knocked Scott again. Leaning against the wall, near the doors to the third floor as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to stop the impression playing out again. Panting softly from the three flights of stairs but also the emotional weight it was having upon him. He couldn’t put up with this much longer. His whole life revolved around his son. What kind of life would it be if he couldn’t even think about his son, Rolf, without pain being induced. “Andy!” he called again after a sharp intake of air,trying to shift his thoughts to stop the impression from playing out.

Feeling hands trying to take hold of him and talking to him, Scott figured out it was some Healers who’d spotted him. He didn’t realise they had a concern of contamination. They didn’t know what he’d been afflicted with so it was understandable that they wanted him away so he could be assessed.

“No- what are you doing. Get off. Where’s Andromeda?” he protested as he they sent his anxiety levels up which did not help the situation in the slightest.

@call-me-andy

[whats-a-plot]

Perhaps predictably considering the fact that magic must flow through the body in some form in order to be used, magic is hard on the body.  Thus, magical maladies are a common occurrence.  Some are much rarer than others, caused by malfunctions in the way the body interacts with magic, while others are more commonplace—the unfortunate effects of magic on the body.

One of the most common is mage's joint, also known as mage rot.  Its most similar non-magical condition to it is arthritis.  More commonly seen in those over fifty, mage rot is the inflammation, swelling, stiffness, and pain of the joints, caused by the repeated stress that the use of magic puts on the body.  It's most often seen in battle mages and healers, though it can also be seen in younger mages—usually those who have spent an extended period of time not in control of their magic.

Mage rot usually begins in the finger joints of a mage's dominant hand and, if left untreated, progresses up the arm.  Some mages combat this by simply switching hands.  This does not relieve the condition—instead, it simply begins wearing on the other hand as well.  In itself, this ailment does not alter the flow of magic, nor does it prevent the use of it, but continuing to use magic with mage rot that is untreated causes intense pain.

While there is no cure for mage rot, treatment can be effective—given the mage also decreases the amount of magic they use.  Treatment is usually enchanted compression clothing for the affected joints in combination with pain-relieving elixirs.

[felixfortescue-blog]

Magical Maladies and Injuries [ Art & Felix ]

There was something about the bustling halls of St. Mungo's, forever populated by the strange and hideous maladies of the wizarding world, that had always fascinated Felix from his very first visit. Over the past few years he'd become very familiar with the workings of the hospital, friendly enough with the stern-looking witch on reception that she smiled freely when she saw him and openly welcomed by the Healers in the Janus Thickey Ward. As his star had risen, he'd taken to visiting the less contagious wards of the hospital after his biweekly visits to his "Uncle", chatting with the patients to lift their spirits.

St. Mungo's, all in all, was a goldmine of PR opportunities — and very much Felix's territory, as far as he was concerned, which was why the sight of a familiar, disgruntled face successfully managed to surprise him. It was hurriedly smothered beneath his usual gleeful reaction to stumbling across that face in a public setting as he ambled towards his fellow Wasp, big gleaming smile in place (it really was kind of fitting that he barely even had to try anymore when it came to these little encounters) and stopped short of what would probably have been a very ill conceived attempt at a hug. "Artie, mate, there you are. I've been looking all over for you."

He barely even had to glance around the waiting room to notice the curiosity that had already been sparked but he set his expression to one of deep concern, placing a hand gently over his fellow players shoulder as he asked in a deeply sympathetic voice, "How are you doing? I came as soon as I heard."

[tomhiddleeston]

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