Dubious Altruism PV Closed

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Nec Temere, Nec Timide. Durmstrang Institute's

Romeo Giovanni Marchonné

"English." "Italiano. Italian." "Russian."

| Faint scar on left eye & mangled right ear | \ Fingerless Glove on Right hand / | Lichtenberg figure on right arm and down back |

Team Ravenclaw & Participating Yilbegäns
A little bird also told me that @Marshal Mozor wanted to join...
so have at me (if you can )

Follow up Thread from:
Ravenclaw vs. Durmstrang/Koldovstorez Quidditch Game

At the conclusion of the Ravenclaw vs Yilbegän Quidditch match, our opponents had only had one team member in the air by the time that we had finished with them. Left and right the glorious Durmstrang/Koldovstorez hybrid had fought seamlessly together (though I will say that it was my personal belief that the Durmstrang team had dominated the playing field for the most part). Whereas our own team had come away (mostly) unscathed, the poor Hogwarts team had been brutalized and bloodied in the most violent of ways; and I had been responsible for no less than 3 of them, at least. Having had experience with taking a bludger or two to the body, I knew how unpleasant injuries like this were, and my further and repeated experiences with fistfights and physical confrontations only further solidified this.

So it should have come to nobody's surprise when I offered to come along with the mediwitches and wizards; not just to visit the poor victims of my former school but to also assist them in any minor or insignificant way possible. I was not a trained professional... but I had a knack for the healing arts (as I had discovered the spring of my third year with Valetin, Charlie, and Stribog).

St. Mungo's was busy, no doubt dealing with an influx of injuries due to the high concentration of people in the London Quidditch Stadium and the fact that high concentrations of people tended to merit a higher concentration of injuries both minor, magical, and physical alike as part of the nature of the crowd. I let most of the world move around me as the quidditch players were initially moved in and made comfortable in the cots and the beds (I knew better than to try and interfere even in the most remote way when it came to the very first treatments of patients when I had no official license to treat).

I would wait until most of the hubbub had died down and everything had been settled to its quiet humdrumness before I entered quietly (having now doffed my Beater armor and bat, which, admittedly only makes me appear slightly less bulky than I actually am), and stood a bit awkwardly at the door, waiting to watch and gauge the reactions or actions of those who are bedridden, seeing if I can guess if there is any way in which I could ease their pain or make the healing process easier... There had to be at least a few broken bones, dislocations perhaps, or maybe some minor cuts and scrapes that could be easily treated with a bit of good old hydrogen peroxide and Neosporin. I had carried my signature rucksack of a backpack with me in here, and my pale wand was tucked in a water bottle holder on said bag. There is a light hum of delicate metal on thick glass, as Val's golden snidget buzzes around impatiently inside a small glass jar inside the main section of the bag (for safekeeping until I can move it to a better and more suiting place). I turned my red leatherbound notebook chock full of healing remedies and personal notations on the improvement of healing spells and charms in my hands in a mildly nervous (though mostly analytical) way.

I break the silence when one person appears to be vaguely aware of my presence, speaking in fluent English complete with a mild hybrid of a British and Italian accent. "You all played very well. I came to thank you for your competition... and to help you recover so that you'll be able to play for further competitions in the near future." I tap an index finger on the scarlet leatherbound book.

Glancing at the ground for a second I shift my weight minutely from side to side before nodding in a small, almost bow and indicating to myself. "Ah, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Romeo Marchonné, #4, one of the Beaters and co-Captain of Durmstrang for the Yilbegän today."

I keep distance and stay by the entrance, fully aware that I am likely the last person that anyone on this team wants to see at this very moment... but maybe some of them would take to heart my geunity. I really did want to help. Out of respect for a competitor, out of respect for my former school affiliation, and out of respect for the wellbeing of fellow human (or part-human) beings.

Note: If you want, list any injuries that can be treated with basic Muggle first aid or else with common sense/Ferula charm & Romeo will try and heal you with his Healing Sage I in my next post before all hell breaks loose as I am sure that it will. (Romeo does not have Episkey yet as he is not in school yet).

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Stats:

Ω Stamina 9 | Evasion 7 | Strength 15 Ω
Ω Accuracy 14 | Wisdom 9 | ArcPower 0 Ω

Abilities:

Ω Obnoxiously Strong | Perfectionist I | Martial Artist | Healing Sage I Ω