Full Name: Levi Paul Archer
Age: 30
Profession: Hollyhead Harpies' Healer
Education: Levi went to school at Hogwarts - he was in Gryffindor and achieved grades just high enough to go on to do a Healing degree. Levi then did a four year vocation in the art of Healing, achieving yet another satisfactory grade in this. (I don't know if you have a university of sorts here, but I'll go with whatever institute it would be that would offer Healing training.)
N.E.W.T.S:Potions - Outstanding
Transfiguration - Exceeds Expectations
Herbology - Exceeds Expectations
Charms - Exceeds Expectations
Defence Against the Dark Arts - Exceeds Expectations
Qualifications:Degree in Healing (or whatever equivalent you use here)
Hands on experience in the A&E ward at St Mungos (five years)
Purpose:Levi always wanted to be a Quidditch player - but he was turned down at the age of eighteen. From that point, Levi decided to help others, and has trained hard for the last nine years to get to the job he's always wanted. (this would be at the point of age twenty seven - making him an established Healer in the team by now).
Activity:Whenever Jo posts on my site, I promised to post here xD
Levi muttered softly to himself – words of little meaning to anyone other than those in the Healing profession – his wand was pressed against the witch’s arm before him, his face contorted with concentration in that moment. The squeals of pain from the witch before him was enough to make any other man feel queasy, but Levi knew the sounds like any other.
Pain.
Pain was not a new concept to him, it probably would never become as scary to him as it had been the first night he’d been on A&E, but he knew that he had to work fast. “You’re gonna be okay.” He added once the spell he’d spoken was finished, another shriek of pain. Excellent, Levi thought to himself, realising that was probably not the best thought to have, but having it no less. The shriek was simply because the bone was now refusing in the witch’s arm, and it was a very painful process.
Two…
One…
The anguished sounds ceased, the witch’s sweating brow furrowed, and Levi gave her a small smile that verged on a smirk at his triumph. “How are you feeling?” He asked softly, flexing the arm as a cheer came from above them.
“Much better now…” Eva replied, giving him a thankful smile. For a moment, it looked like she was going to get up, remount her broom.
“I don’t think so!” Levi said firmly, putting a hand on her shoulder and pushing her back down on the bench. “Your game is over for today. But I’ll get you back in to training in the next couple of days. That was a bad break!” Levi told her, checking the arm once more and then nodding to himself. “Couple o’ days rest, then you’ll be good as new.”
It was the perk of the job, really. Fixing the players up, and getting a front row ticket to every game. Levi couldn’t really ask for much more… not really.
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