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Post by Rhiannon Goldfoot [Em] on Aug 31, 2007 18:18:07 GMT -5
Name: Rhiannon Goldfoot
Age: 24
Job Applying for: St. Mungo's Healer
Experience: Rhiannon's been pretty good at Herbology - in fact, she's good in all her subjects. She's been studying up on being a Healer ever since she graduated from Hogwarts, which results in 7 years' study. She strove to become a Healer before Desiree strove to become an Auror, making Rhi's future a bit brighter.
Why should you have the job?: Rhi has been dreaming of becoming a Healer ever since her long stays in the hospital wing. She wants to be able to help people like herself.
Sample of you in the job: Rhi pushed open the door with her foot and walked in, holding the large bouquet of water-spewing flowers that the patient's family had sent him. He was still pale and drawn, muttering incoherently under his breath.
Rhi gently laid the bouquet on the bedside table and leaned down to tuck the blanket around the man's neck. He still didn't reply, and it touched Rhi in a way that she couldn't explain.
"You poor thing," she murmured. No cure was working with this man - St. Mungo's was afraid that they would permanently lose him. But Rhi wouldn't let that happen.
Even if the man had been put under the Cruciatus Cures, Rhi would help him fight back.
Age: 24
Job Applying for: St. Mungo's Healer
Experience: Rhiannon's been pretty good at Herbology - in fact, she's good in all her subjects. She's been studying up on being a Healer ever since she graduated from Hogwarts, which results in 7 years' study. She strove to become a Healer before Desiree strove to become an Auror, making Rhi's future a bit brighter.
Why should you have the job?: Rhi has been dreaming of becoming a Healer ever since her long stays in the hospital wing. She wants to be able to help people like herself.
Sample of you in the job: Rhi pushed open the door with her foot and walked in, holding the large bouquet of water-spewing flowers that the patient's family had sent him. He was still pale and drawn, muttering incoherently under his breath.
Rhi gently laid the bouquet on the bedside table and leaned down to tuck the blanket around the man's neck. He still didn't reply, and it touched Rhi in a way that she couldn't explain.
"You poor thing," she murmured. No cure was working with this man - St. Mungo's was afraid that they would permanently lose him. But Rhi wouldn't let that happen.
Even if the man had been put under the Cruciatus Cures, Rhi would help him fight back.
