30 Apr 2020, 13:55
Terrible Therapy
On an early morning day, before any other students had come to the Great Hall for breakfast a single Slytherin boy was standing to the wall next to the door to the Great hall. There, as he felt the eyes of many portraits on his back, he finished attaching a small note to the wall with some glue he had acquired from Diagon Alley. It should keep it stuck there. And if it started to come loose he could always just add some more glue to it. An infallible strategy.
After he did the finishing touches Alexander used the back of his right hand to wipe away a light amount of sweat that had gathered on his forehead. Taking a moment to look at the poster he had created.
As Alexander looked at it he could not help but reminisce. His father had once told him that there was a principle that if there was an unexploited market it would eventually be exploited by someone. Whether that was for a product or a service.
This had been part of what had inspired Alexander to do this. Hogwarts was a school with hundreds of children far away from parents. Children who went to plenty of traumatizing occasions and interacted with things they had never even known of before.
And yet there was no single therapist that could be found on the school grounds.
Alexander knew he was not qualified for this, but he needed additional pocket money for future purchases and it could give him more information on what happened in Hogwarts. Even in the worst-case scenario he could always just remove the poster if no one was interested in the service or if he was called off. Though Alexander had found no statement in the school rules saying this was illegal. Then Alexander wiped his brows and went back to his common room in the dungeons. He needed to clean up the supplies he had used and maybe grab a quick shower.
If anyone were to read the poster they would find this description.
After he did the finishing touches Alexander used the back of his right hand to wipe away a light amount of sweat that had gathered on his forehead. Taking a moment to look at the poster he had created.
As Alexander looked at it he could not help but reminisce. His father had once told him that there was a principle that if there was an unexploited market it would eventually be exploited by someone. Whether that was for a product or a service.
This had been part of what had inspired Alexander to do this. Hogwarts was a school with hundreds of children far away from parents. Children who went to plenty of traumatizing occasions and interacted with things they had never even known of before.
And yet there was no single therapist that could be found on the school grounds.
Alexander knew he was not qualified for this, but he needed additional pocket money for future purchases and it could give him more information on what happened in Hogwarts. Even in the worst-case scenario he could always just remove the poster if no one was interested in the service or if he was called off. Though Alexander had found no statement in the school rules saying this was illegal. Then Alexander wiped his brows and went back to his common room in the dungeons. He needed to clean up the supplies he had used and maybe grab a quick shower.
If anyone were to read the poster they would find this description.
You, yes you there.
Do you have serious insecurities, worries and things you are not comfortable talking about.
Do you have something you want off your breast but don't want your friends or head of house to know ?
Well then you are looking at the right poster.
For at a small price of 2 sickles per 15 minutes you can have your own personal therapist/mind healer.
Mind healers/therapists are wizards/muggles who help their clients with any serious mental or personal issues a wizard/witch if facing.
Mind healers/therapists are obligated not to tell anyone about their client's secrets and thus anything that is said to the therapist/mind healer will not be shared to any other person.
This service will be provided by Alexander Varellion. Unlicensed mind healer/therapist.
If you have any questions or are interested in this service please send an owl to Alexander Varellion.
p.s. This service is not officially endorsed by Hogwarts
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OOC: You don’t have to actually pay money to me directly. It is mostly IC.
This means that you don’t have to give sickles or anything like that.
This means that you don’t have to give sickles or anything like that.
Last edited by Alexander Varellion on 30 Apr 2020, 16:42, edited 1 time in total.
Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man’s memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull
30 Apr 2020, 16:02
Terrible Therapy
Reply to @Alexander Varellion
Alina had been wandering around the castle just trying to get to learn the place more. The first year had been there for quite some time now but with such a huge place, there was always something new to discover - like this poster. She paused to read it and couldn't help but feel a little bit of sadness. Did she need a mind healer? Didn't matter though, her pride woudln't ever let her say she did even if so.
But as she read on she wondered if maybe she could pretend to be her twin sister Bella requesting the service. Yes, that might just work. She read on and got to the name and sighed. While she didn't know the boy, she knew that Alexander Verellion was a Slytherin. She couldn't pretend to be her twin sister Bella when her sister was in the same house as the boy.
Then again, what did a first year student like herself know of helping people with their problems? Wasn't he probably as lost as her and everyone else? Alina then thought of some of her friends who were skilled already in the world of dance or knowledge of magical creatures. Maybe, just maybe, he knew what he was doing.
She wouldn't contact him directly yet. And she wouldn't put her name on the message, but she did send an owl with a reply to the poster:
Good afternoon to you, Unlicensed Mind Healer/Therapist,
I do not require a mind healer personally but am curious if you would partake in a session where you give an overview of mind healing and some of the techniques and methods that might go along with it. I've found myself with a spark of interest in the upcoming medical field and always had aligned that with physical healing. I would like to know more about mind healing and would be willing to pay, of course. If interested, please send a reply back with the Owl. He'll know how to direct your message.
Thank you kindly.
Let your confidence shine, pretty girl.
2 May 2020, 10:33
Terrible Therapy
@Alexander Varellion
Things have been strange... all of a sudden, Mildred's mind has been plagued with questionable worries and thoughts, more specifically containing her stuffed animal, Chicken. She worried that her stuffed animal didn't truly love her, it was a reasonable fear! She always told him that she loved him right before she tucked him in and of course... she was met with silence. Her lovely stuffed animal who has always had things to say never said that he loved her back. She would have normally confided with her best friend and dorm mate, Willow, however... for once it seemed silly and she wondered if Willow could relate? she was sure Willow's stuffed animals loved her back, her mind thought back to Gerald and Lilly and was sure they loved her back.
This was most worrying for the Hufflepuff girl as she truly loved Chicken back, she was walking towards the Great Hall for some breakfast. When she noticed a note taped to the wall, perhaps there was a new errand? a definitely strange place to put something like that... curious, she found her self moving closer to read it.
It had seemed the note was made for her, this was exactly what she needed. Someone she didn't know and wouldn't judge her for her issues, it felt like her head was finally lighter than it had been in days- she would finally have someone to talk to about this. She quickly went off to breakfast although her mind didn't register what she ate at all.
In her spare time, she quickly ran back to the dorm and gathered a piece of paper and some writing supplies and worked on her owl.
Satisfied with her owl, she tried to recreate the signature she made for #SendALetterDay although sadly her previous idea of her never being able to recreate it was confirmed... darn, maybe she should also ask about that? She signed it off and sent it- she looked at chicken who was sitting on her bed, "Don't worry Chicken, everything will be sorted out soon." She continued on with her day, eagerly awaiting an owl back.Dear Mr. Varellion,
I have stumbled upon your… interesting services, therapy is it? I have become awfully curious and have some… things I would love to get off my chest if you are able to help me. Some more information about me, My name is Mildred Wilson and I’m a first-year Hufflepuff.
Hope to get in touch with you soon, M
STAMINA: 4 EVASION: 5 STRENGTH: 4 WISDOM: 8 ARCANE POWER: 7 ACCURACY: 7
~spare braincells?~
7 May 2020, 17:28
Terrible Therapy
After another moderately tiring day in Hogwarts, Caitlyn began to sludge back to her common room where she would run straight to her dormitory and go straight to sleep. It only occured to her the moment she was about to fall asleep at dinner that she was too tired too walk, let alone run. As she trudged along the Small Hall's stone floor, she saw something that caught her eye. She stood there for a moment, pondering on if she had enough energy to see it. Unfortunately, her rational thought process was gone along with her awakeness. She chuckled at the word, as she found that it didn't even sound like one. Her legs then moved along towards the piece of paper. After reading through it and only just barely understanding the idea, she decided to take note of it for the morning and send him an owl then. She continued to trudge along towards the stairs as she began her ascent to the Ravenclaw common room.
The next morning, she woke up feeling completely refreshed, the poster advertising a therapist still etched into her memory. While she may be happy and bubbly to others, she had always had trouble with her feelings and now was the chance to speak up. She rushed back to the poster she had seen yesterday and began to write her letter to the 'unlicensed therapist'. Dear Alexander Verellion," she spoke out as she wrote on the piece of parchment. While walking through the Small Hall, I saw your poster advertising a therapy session and I would like to talk to you about..." She paused for a moment. "...Things. If you could reply back the date, time and whereabouts of the session, I'd be quite happy. Yours truthfully, Caitlyn Boyne." She stopped writing for a moment before quickly adding, "First year in Ravenclaw." Her heart pounded as she went up to the Owlery to get the owl delivered. Even if he was in the school, she would've found it weird to give him a letter if he was standing right in front of her. "I hope this works," Caitlyn sighed before sending Oliver down the Owlery racing towards the Slytherin common room.
@Alexander Verellion
Just don't give up trying to do what you really want to do.
Where there is love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong.
8 May 2020, 09:18
Terrible Therapy
Aida had been running again. She had run past the great lake rimmed with new lonely people, past the stables whose walls seemed taller every day, and along the edge of the courtyard until she had collapsed from exhaustion at the base of a special oak tree on the grounds. After gasping for several minutes and staring at the sky and growling in rage, Aida picked herself up and started running again, past the edge of the forbidden forest, through the campgrounds, and past the stables again. There was no getting away from it. With her lungs burning and her heart nearly beating out of her chest Aida re-entered the castle. Pacing through every floor at an infuriatingly slow walk... Aida traversed the duelling room, the owlery, the ballroom, and even the abandoned toilets. There were people everywhere. There were walls everywhere. Aida went to literally every place in Hogwarts she had access to until, seething, she flapped her arms in frustration through the small hall. She spun around in circles until she fell down onto the stone floor with a thud. There was only one person she wanted to see anymore. Only one person she could trust, no matter how kindly some people had spoken to her. Closing her eyes she felt herself fall back against the wall behind her. She could almost hear a fireplace crackling in the distance, but it was still spring. Was it her imagination? It was enough, and Aida staggered to her feet. She would go back to the Great Hall, she decided, as if that would make her receive a new amazing letter with better answers this time. Naturally observant to a fault, Aida could not help but notice a small note glued up on a wall near the door to the Great Hall. Reading the note, which spoke to her directly in no uncertain terms, she was at first intrigued. Then as she reached the end, her peripheral vision spotted words a few lines ahead of where she was in her reading.
It took her quite a silly amount of time to write out such a short and uninformative response. Aida decided to repurpose the congratulatory envelope liner she had received during the house cup party, originally sent from Head of House Alaric Equinox. Aida did not really have money or the means to find such beautiful stationary, so she childishly scratched off her own name to write in Alexander's. What was important is that she got to share the beautiful thing with him.
Lastly, Aida had to get the owl out as fast as humanly possible. She was even a minute late to her room after the hour of curfew struck.
Aida burst out laughing, a big horse laugh, but it was not because it was funny. It was a tremendously clever idea. No, Aida was simply happy. There was Alexander in this note. A wide, ridiculous grin overtook Aida. Her sharp eyes softened as she began to compose a reply in her mind, revising it again and again in her head on the way out of the hall. She later wrote out a letter with great care and her best handwriting in the privacy of her dorm, wrapped up in bedsheets:This service will be provided by Alexander Varellion.
Dear Mr. Varellion,
I humbly request your services at your earliest convenience.
Warmly,
Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood of Ravenclaw House
It took her quite a silly amount of time to write out such a short and uninformative response. Aida decided to repurpose the congratulatory envelope liner she had received during the house cup party, originally sent from Head of House Alaric Equinox. Aida did not really have money or the means to find such beautiful stationary, so she childishly scratched off her own name to write in Alexander's. What was important is that she got to share the beautiful thing with him.
Lastly, Aida had to get the owl out as fast as humanly possible. She was even a minute late to her room after the hour of curfew struck.
Mention:@Alexander Varellion
19 May 2020, 06:06
Terrible Therapy
You, yes you there.
Do you have serious insecurities, worries and things you are not comfortable talking about.
Do you have something you want off your breast but don't want your friends or head of house to know ?
Well then you are looking at the right poster.
For at a small price of 2 sickles per 15 minutes you can have your own personal therapist/mind healer.
Mind healers/therapists are wizards/muggles who help their clients with any serious mental or personal issues a wizard/witch if facing.
Mind healers/therapists are obligated not to tell anyone about their client's secrets and thus anything that is said to the therapist/mind healer will not be shared to any other person.
This service will be provided by Alexander Varellion. Unlicensed mind healer/therapist.
If you have any questions or are interested in this service please send an owl to Alexander Varellion
p.s. This service is not officially endorsed by Hogwarts
Meredith laughed a bit at this thinking," Ok.... A Mind Healer or a Therapist as it says, I do have some things on my mind that I can't really tell just anyone I want to because some people I can not trust all the time. But this might be ok I guess. I'll try it."
Meredith reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and started writing this,
Hello Alexander Varellion,
I saw your Advertisement for your unqualified therapy and I was kind of interested in it, for I have things on my mind that I can't tell just anyone because many people will spread those type of this around the whole school and I will not be wanting that type of stuff going around about me.
-Meredith Ready
She read over it a few times making sure there is nothing wrong with it and she read the advertisement again hoping that this person was able to help her with her problems.
@Alexander Varellion
Do you have serious insecurities, worries and things you are not comfortable talking about.
Do you have something you want off your breast but don't want your friends or head of house to know ?
Well then you are looking at the right poster.
For at a small price of 2 sickles per 15 minutes you can have your own personal therapist/mind healer.
Mind healers/therapists are wizards/muggles who help their clients with any serious mental or personal issues a wizard/witch if facing.
Mind healers/therapists are obligated not to tell anyone about their client's secrets and thus anything that is said to the therapist/mind healer will not be shared to any other person.
This service will be provided by Alexander Varellion. Unlicensed mind healer/therapist.
If you have any questions or are interested in this service please send an owl to Alexander Varellion
p.s. This service is not officially endorsed by Hogwarts
Meredith laughed a bit at this thinking," Ok.... A Mind Healer or a Therapist as it says, I do have some things on my mind that I can't really tell just anyone I want to because some people I can not trust all the time. But this might be ok I guess. I'll try it."
Meredith reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and started writing this,
Hello Alexander Varellion,
I saw your Advertisement for your unqualified therapy and I was kind of interested in it, for I have things on my mind that I can't tell just anyone because many people will spread those type of this around the whole school and I will not be wanting that type of stuff going around about me.
-Meredith Ready
She read over it a few times making sure there is nothing wrong with it and she read the advertisement again hoping that this person was able to help her with her problems.
@Alexander Varellion
The best and most beautiful things in the world can't be seen or touched, but are felt in the heart.
-Helen Keller