Post by jonah on Sept 22, 2008 3:37:27 GMT
Twenty-four hours. Apparating back and forth, completing intake forms, simple healing spells, and frequent trips to the café (or the 'caffeine bar' as Jonah called it). He didn't understand why the healing field required such long shifts, but Jonah was more than happy to have just completed his third twenty-four hour shift in just five days. Now, two days off, he thought, the only motivation that gave him enough energy to make it outside of St Mungo's and to a place where he could safely apparate home. Though, instead of home, Jonah had another place in mind. It was nearing 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and Jonah decided he might treat himself to a quick drink before retiring to his small cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
A small pop and Jonah was standing outside of the best-known club in Hogsmeade (the only club, really). He was still in his bright, lime-coloured robes, common of all healers at St Mungo's; so he reached for his wand, casting a quick transfiguration spell which transformed the florescent fabric into a more casual outfit common to muggles. "Much better," he said, letting out a tired sigh as he glanced at his reflection in the front window. The club lights flashed against his faded jeans and brown long-sleeved thermal shirt. Jonah pocketed his wand and pushed through the front doors.
Upon entering, Jonah could hear the distinct sound of the pumping bass coming from the lower level of the building. He remembered the few parties that he had went to during his Hogwarts years. He wasn't exactly the partying type, but a few fond memories had come from his past trips to Club Motion. Tonight though, he would remain on the ground level.
It didn't seem to be very busy at all, Jonah being one of only a few patrons who were at the bar. He assumed it was a bit early for the regular crowd, most of which would probably arrive later into the night. By that time, Jonah planned to be sound asleep, using his days off to recover and prepare for his next all-day shift at St Mungo's. As much as he loved his job, getting used to the physical requirements was something he hadn't anticipated when deciding on the field of study.
"An Amaretto Sour, please," Jonah ordered as he took a seat at the bar. "Something to take off the edge."
A small pop and Jonah was standing outside of the best-known club in Hogsmeade (the only club, really). He was still in his bright, lime-coloured robes, common of all healers at St Mungo's; so he reached for his wand, casting a quick transfiguration spell which transformed the florescent fabric into a more casual outfit common to muggles. "Much better," he said, letting out a tired sigh as he glanced at his reflection in the front window. The club lights flashed against his faded jeans and brown long-sleeved thermal shirt. Jonah pocketed his wand and pushed through the front doors.
Upon entering, Jonah could hear the distinct sound of the pumping bass coming from the lower level of the building. He remembered the few parties that he had went to during his Hogwarts years. He wasn't exactly the partying type, but a few fond memories had come from his past trips to Club Motion. Tonight though, he would remain on the ground level.
It didn't seem to be very busy at all, Jonah being one of only a few patrons who were at the bar. He assumed it was a bit early for the regular crowd, most of which would probably arrive later into the night. By that time, Jonah planned to be sound asleep, using his days off to recover and prepare for his next all-day shift at St Mungo's. As much as he loved his job, getting used to the physical requirements was something he hadn't anticipated when deciding on the field of study.
"An Amaretto Sour, please," Jonah ordered as he took a seat at the bar. "Something to take off the edge."