Samson Kolpeck
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- 10" Bloodwood with hair of unicorn and feather from a phoenix
Samson Kolpeck was a tall slender man, highly intelligent and a master healer. He had just returned from St. Mungo's where he had worked since leaving Durmstrang so very long ago now. Turning around to survey the sitting room he tapped his pockets both his trousers and his robes, until he found the infernal letter he had been given by the board of directors. Sitting in the hard red leather chair by the fireplace he opened it once more and perused its contents again.
He had much to consider, much to consider indeed. They had offered him a place on the board. He knew this would mean less time with patients but the possibilities would be endless for what he may be able to achieve with that position, yet he was no desk man. Preferring the use of his wand, his medicinal potions and the faces of the patients he had healed over the years. Glancing up at the plague over the fireplace he frowned in thought, his Order of Merlin first class had come at a price. All his hard work, the many of hours he had toiled in his lab at the hospital, worked ceaselessly with patients for a cure had meant time valuable time away from his family.
It still irked him that his daughter had chosen the same career as himself but he was also proud of her, very proud. He turned his head as he heard the front door open and waited for her to enter the sitting room to greet him.
He had much to consider, much to consider indeed. They had offered him a place on the board. He knew this would mean less time with patients but the possibilities would be endless for what he may be able to achieve with that position, yet he was no desk man. Preferring the use of his wand, his medicinal potions and the faces of the patients he had healed over the years. Glancing up at the plague over the fireplace he frowned in thought, his Order of Merlin first class had come at a price. All his hard work, the many of hours he had toiled in his lab at the hospital, worked ceaselessly with patients for a cure had meant time valuable time away from his family.
It still irked him that his daughter had chosen the same career as himself but he was also proud of her, very proud. He turned his head as he heard the front door open and waited for her to enter the sitting room to greet him.