Who: Rolf Scamander and Luna Lovegood What: Preparing for the upcoming skirmish, and readying supplies for injuries When: Sunday, July 23, Night Where: Luna's Medicamp Rating: Low-Medium, maybe some flirting
When Rolf saw the notes on the journal, an immediate sense of dread filled him. Without looking at any of the further notes, he closed his journal and stood up. He let out a deep sigh as he stroked his beard. It was going to be a long night.
"Let's get some tea going," he said as he passed by Luna and gently stroked her hair. "Looks like we're going to see some injuries tonight."
As a naturalist, Rolf knew more about animals and plants than he did about people. He knew how to live without the conveniences of a modern home, and he knew how to care for minor injuries that happened when living away from those modern conveniences. Battle was something entirely different. While he had gained a modest overview with the Kahuna in Hawai'i, he wasn't certain that he was up for the task. Fortunately, he had Luna by his side, and she was much more capable of handling things than he would have imagined when he had first met the young woman.
They had met when Rolf was working alongside her father at a campsite near a diricawl preserve and her father was investigating his own interests. The two had shared a campsite near one another, and Rolf had instantly taken a liking to the man and his daughter. Rolf though younger at the time, had been much older than the young woman and had been friendly, but reserved with her at the time. They had, however, kept up correspondence over the years, and Rolf was glad they had. She was interesting, and smart, and funny. He was glad he could help her in this way. That they had a spark of something between them was a pleasant benefit for the job at hand.
Rolf settled at the bandages and wound station. He identified the types and amount of bandages, gauze, tape and other muggle remedies they had, as well as the potions that were on hand. They were well set for a moderate amount of need, but anything major would require some more creative thought.
"You never told me how your last medical call went." He said, looking over at Luna. "The patient doing well?" He looked up towards the ceiling of the tent and pulled down some dried plants that would work well ground into a healing salve and he began to prepare that for the incoming patients. It wouldn't hurt to have more than needed, rather than less.