Witch

Gwendolyn Ludwig
Born 15th of April1 891, Glasgow
Healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

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After graduating from Hogwarts, Gwendolyn started working in the apothecary of her little town. She loved her job and served the customers by heart.
On a certain rainy evening, the whole family sat around their radio at their usual hour, ready for their favorite radio show. Gwendolyn was reading her book near the fireplace as her ginger cat came snuggling up to her. During the beginning, their show was interrupted by an extra news broadcast. The UK was joining the war in Europe. Everyone’s stomach turned. Father turned up the volume. The family stayed quiet the whole broadcast. Men were encouraged to join the army and defend their home. Gwendolyn stood up and dropped her book on the ground and she stared at her father and older brother.

“Muggles can’t make wizards join the army, right? … Right?” She brought out.

Her father lowered his gaze and took a deep breath. Her brother stared at the flames in the fireplace. He cleared his throat and thought about what a ‘real man’ would say. “I love my country and I will go the distance to protect it.”
Gwendolyn stomped her foot and hastily went to the front door, grabbed her coat and ran out.

A few days later marching and singing sounded in the distance. Gwendolyn went to collect her brother. She went upstairs and looked through the crack of the door at her brother wo was straightening his khaki tie. She gently opened the door and came in. Without saying anything, she loosened the tie and tied it correctly. With a pin from her hair she pinned a branch of heather to the back of his tie. With tears in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around her brother and hugged him tightly. This might be the last time she ever saw him.

As father and the eldest son joined the marching soldiers, mother and the other 5 children stayed behind crying and waving. But Gwendolyn was full of anger.

Weeks after, Gwendolyn arrived at work. She opened the door as an owl flew in the very moment and landed on the bronze casher. It was holding a little scroll by its lime green band. She took it and searched in the drawers and cabinets for a tasty snack for the owl. Receiving its bat spleen, it swallowed it and flew off. The owner came in, closing his apothecary vest. “What’s that?”“A letter from St. Mungo’s in London. They are hiring nurses and healers since they can’t handle the war victims anymore.” Gwendolyn said softly as she was reading the letter times over and over again. That night, the young witch hung her bag over the tip of her broom before straddling and taking off to London.

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Gwendolyn was a breath of fresh spring air during a stern cold winter time in St. Mungo’s. She was hired immediately. The job was very tiring but everyone was so grateful for the help. It soon became winter. Bombings happened allover the city. But the hospital stood proudly in its disguise.

It was not long after midnight’s bombings that men and women were caried in. They were screaming, wailing, dying,… A man was handed into Gwendolyn’s care. He needed immediate surgery. Pumice and rubble hit him in the face. There was a piece of metal stuck in his eye and cheek. She both used conventional magic as surgery tools to help the man. Luckily for him, he already passed out before coming in. Gwendolyn was not sure if the man’s brain was touched by the metal shard. She stayed the whole night besides his bed to guard him.

A few hours later, the man woke up slowly. Everything was blurry. He was still a little sedated. He touched the bandage around his head and cheek. A stinging pain broke through the sedation. He then vaguely remembered the sound of the air raid siren sounding. He then noticed a figure sitting besides him. It took him a few seconds to see what a lovely woman sat beside him. She had blonde shoulder length hair and rosy cheeks who were slightly freckled. She was dozing off as her hook magically kept crocheting. The man tried sitting up in his bed, but moaned as his head hurt immensely.

Gwendolyn woke up and blinked. She noticed the man sitting up, holding his head in one hand. “Oh dear, not too fast. You probably suffer from concussion.” She said as she hastily fluffed his pillow and helped him lay down with his head a little higher. She poured him some water and handed it to him as she looked him into his left eye. She was wondering if the green was reflecting in his eyes or if they were that beautiful brightly green.

The man took little sips from the glass as Gwendolyn left to fetch some formulars. “Alright, what’s your name?”

“Private Vincentius Aurelio, at your service… But you can call me Vincent or Vinny.” He smiled. He figured winking would now not be as effective with his other eye covered. “What’s your name?”

Gwendolyn tried to hide her blushed and against all restrictions of getting friendly with the patients, she gave him her name. “I’m Gwendolyn. But you can –“ The chit-chat was interrupted by the air raid siren. Gwendolyn jumped and looked up. She was called away by her colleague to help with the magic barrier and without any hesitation she ran off.

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