St.Mungo's
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24 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Sass
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Tristan McAlister on Feb 24, 2017 6:24:32 GMT
Tristan was not a man who showed affection easily. That wasn't how he grew up. If you showed emotion then others who didn't necessarily like you could exploit them. They could manipulate you with the things that you loved and hurt you with the things that you feared. It was better not to feel anything at all, but Tristan was only human. He tried not to feel, but if you could chisel through his stone casing one would find a very warm heart. His expression of caring was restrained to small gestures, ways to say 'I care about your wellbeing' without actually saying it.
Today, he was expressing it in the way of a healing lesson. He sat on the floor of the Shrieking Shack, a place picked mostly for it's privacy (he had a roommate, you see, and it was hard to hide anything from Meri, much less while it was under her own nose.) Somehow, he found himself caring about a werewolf who attacked him when he'd shown up to help. Maybe he admired her spirit or maybe he was finally moving past the pureblood propaganda enough to feel a sense of injustice at the treatment of werewolves. They seemed so human mostly, that it was hard to reconcile the rubbish the Ministry had tried to feed them with the young, terrified girl he met at the same shack so long ago.
His long legs were folded in front of him and he had an array of healing potions, salves and bandages littered around him in a disorganized semi circle. A training mannequin laid off to the side and his wand was set down on the ground next to him. It was everything he needed to teach basic proper healing to a werewolf on the chance she tore herself to shreds again. There were even a few off the books things he wanted to teach her that he'd learned through his years as a Medi-Wizard, useful stuff. The blonde wizard stroked his chin thoughtfully as he surveyed his supplies. Werewolf wounds could never fully heal, but at least she would be equipped with ways to tidy them up a bit and assure they weren't lethal.
Soon after he set up his workspace he heard the tell tale sound of approaching footsteps. "About time you showed up." Tristan had no idea if she was early or late but he was a prickly beast. "Left the fleas at home, I hope?" Prickly.
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Shop Staff
Three Broomsticks Bartender
Werewolf
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21 years old
Ilvermorny Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Ash
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Post by Danielle 'Dani' Carson on Mar 2, 2017 22:47:08 GMT
When Dani first met Tristan, she had quite literally knocked him on his ass. And yet he had helped her anyway. Even after discovering what she was. He might say it was just his job, but something about that spoke to Dani. It said a great deal about who he was. Still, she hadn’t expected anything to come of that until he had shown up at the Three Broomsticks. And now he was offering to give her healing lessons. Something Dani could admittedly use. She had everything she had learned from school plus the odd lesson she had picked up along the way, but a lot of it she had never expected to actually use. She needed some polishing. And maybe a few new tricks to help minimize the damage she did to herself on a monthly basis.
The Shack seemed an oddly appropriate place for this little lesson. Little chance of being interrupted. Tristan had beaten her there and was already seated with a series of supplies laid out. His greeting was a little gruff. Dani didn’t mind it though. After how much he had already helped her, putting up with a few prickles was the least he could do. Besides, no matter how much he tried to hide it, she could tell some part of him cared. His actions proved that. So his words were met with a light smile. “I brought some just for you.” Sass deserved sass. Dani wasn’t often in a joking frame of mind lately, but there was something about Tristan that brought it out. Something that made her feel safe despite barely knowing him.
She set her satchel on the ground and sat down across from Tristan. The fire response team had done a nice job patching up in here. The place was still a rickety old shack of course, but there was no sign of the fire Dani had accidentally set. She settled in with her legs cross and looked to Tristan. “So what did you have in mind?”
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St.Mungo's
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24 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Sass
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Tristan McAlister on Mar 4, 2017 21:11:28 GMT
Fleas were pests, and the woman joking about them was a pest too. The worst of them all, because somehow the little brunette (everyone was little to him, even if they were an average build) had managed to somehow charm her way right past the stony exterior and earned herself a spot in a closely guarded heart. Not in the romantic sense (that dark spot was reserverd solely for one person) but in the way that he actually put some thought into her well being beyond his professional service. He didn't entertain her snark, didn't even look up from his task of surveying the healing supplies. Mannequins were all well and good, but didn't quite match real world experience.
What did he have in mind? The cogs of his trollish brain whirred to try and churn out an idea. Tristan wasn't a teacher or an instructor by any stretch of the imagination and he was largely going to be making up this whole thing as he went along. Any skill started from the basics and built up from there. His blue eyed gaze drifted towards the muggle bandaging supplies. Primitive but useful at times. He wasn't even really sure why he brought them, werewolf wounds bled until one added silver and dittany to them. Of course she had to know that bit, being a wolf herself and all. A thought occurred to him. Tristan really didn't know what she did or didn't know, having not seen any evidence of her healing capability in the short time he'd known her.
They had to find a starting point. "Well.." he started with a glance to his mannequin. "I want you to show me what you know first, and after I correct your form" because undoubtedly it would require work "We'll go from there." The blonde rolled back the sleeve of his shirt before picking up his wand. He slashed the tip through the air over his bare forearm. A thin ribbon of blood bubbled up seconds later from the newly created wound. Tristan didn't even flinch before he turned his blue eyed gaze to Dani "Heal me."
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