A Magical Roleplaying Experience 

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Stories taking place in mainland Europe and Russia west of the Ural Mountains. Some countries include France, Norway, Bulgaria, and Poland.
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 #39760  by Harry Potter
 
It was clear that the latest Ministry led raid did not go as planned when the ragtag crew of Aurors limped into the hospital in need of critical care. Harry hung back and watched as the emergency personnel triaged his colleagues in order of minor to life threatening injuries.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement received an anonymous tip to the whereabouts of Seabury the Pickpocket; a squib with a reputation of placing explosives into the pockets of unsuspecting witches and wizards. He was reported to be hiding in the Asylum Chapel in Peckham, but all they found was an abandoned building rigged with an explosive trap that sent shards of scrap metal soaring through the air. Thankfully, there were no casualties.

“I’m fine,” Harry insisted, holding tight to the black traveling cloak wrapped around his body; underneath his Auror's uniform was ripped to shreds, soaked in his own blood, bits of metallic embedded into the wounds marring his chest, arms, and legs. “See to the others first.”

Harry dropped into a chair in the waiting lobby that had about as much cushion as a piece of cardboard and let his head fall back onto the cushion behind him.
 #39765  by Elaine Howell
 
They'd been tipped off that there were a team of Aurors coming in, so Elaine and her team were prepared as they came through the doors. She was in charge this evening, so Elaine directed her team of staff towards each of the casualties. Whilst some led the new patients to beds, others began to work methodically through the Aurors, taking stock of injuries and checking vital signs.

Elaine rolled her eyes at Potter's words. She admired his concern for his colleagues, but she had no time for martyrs today. A round-faced enthusiastic witch approached Mr Potter with a warm smile. "Healer Howell can see you now." The witch held a clipboard tight to her chest as she guided Potter to an empty bay. Elaine followed, snapping on a pair of gloves.

"Can you confirm your name for me please?" Of course, Elaine knew full well who it was she would be treating, but she couldn't let certain formalities fall by the wayside.
 #39793  by Harry Potter
 
Less than a minute had passed from the time his head came into contact with the cushion to the time he was approached by Healer Howell, and it was with reluctance that he followed her to the treatment bay.

“Potter,” said Harry, warily eyeing the gloves she snapped onto her dainty wrists. “Harry Potter.” He was unable to mask his discomfort as he slowly lowered himself into a sitting position onto the padded exam table that had as much comfort to it as the cardboard chairs in the lobby.

“I’m fine. Really. Just a minor flesh wound. It’s nothing some antibiotics and dressing can’t patch up. Whoa...” He suddenly withdrew a hand from underneath his cloak and slapped a bloody palm to the table to catch stabilize himself.

“The room is spinning. Why is the room spinning?”