Hogwarts
School Healer
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Mali Johar on Mar 23, 2017 6:09:52 GMT
It had taken a few days after the owled exchange between her and Remus before they managed to cut a few hours out of their very busy schedules to have lunch together, away from prying eyes. Mali insisted it be somewhere away from the magical world or else they could've started their planning days ago. She had grown very paranoid, continually checking over her shoulder to see if she could spot anyone trailing behind or listening in wherever she went. Ashley Avery had done a number on her nerves with her plot to extort the very valuable and very illegal potion out of them. Before she had been relatively carefree about it, speaking in public (although in hushed tones) and brewing it right in the very same living room she'd been confined to for weeks of house arrest. It was an overly cocky oversight on her part, but she remedied her lax nature by rebounding hard and overcompensation with carefulness. Her Dads' lived in one of the quiet suburban offshoots of the big, noisy city. Their house was an old but charming two story tucked away at the end of dead end street in a sleepy neighborhood. The house used to favor natural light shining through big windows but as Mali's dads would bend over backwards to support her in all her endeavors (even ones they didn't quite understand) the curtains had been drawn since she moved her illicit potion to their house for safe keeping. The inside of the house was a direct reflection of the residents themselves. One of her dads, her biological uncle, was a muggle Librarian (the best kind of people) and kept shelves upon shelves of books. Signed copies, leather bound first editions, unabridged table top volumes. Paintings and posters that quoted or depicted classic book scenes lined the walls. Her other father was a historian with a love of antiques, having decorated several rooms in period pieces. Even Mali's old presence could be felt in the house in little details, like a hand knit throw draped artfully along the back of a couch. Their little lunch party was to be held in the back yard, though. A little risky for someone so paranoid but the chances of anyone magical lurking around was minimal. She apparated there, and it wasn't likely that any of the blood purist prats at the Ministry who viewed werewolves as less than human would bother looking up her muggle relatives and where they lived. The pair of them were dining at a wooden picnic table covered with a checkered table cloth, where Mali had a few books on the subject of repressing magic, a foot of parchment filled with nothing but scatterbrained notes and ideas and a picnic spread of sandwiches, fruit, crisps and freshly made blueberry lemonade. Mali was munching away at a handful of grapes as she poured over the scrap piece of parchment. Her eyebrows were drawn together, face lined in concentration as she scrutinized her own writing. "I was thinking that I had an idea of where you could hold your wandless class, but I don't see where I wrote it down. I hope I did write it down... Initially I thought about the Shrieking Shack but that seems sort of an obvious place for a werewolf to go, doesn't it? S'out of the way, people don't often go there unless it's a Hogsmeade weekend." Mali paused, smiling down at the parchment for a moment before she looked up at her werewolf friend. "That's actually where Theo and I had our first date, did I ever tell you that? Found out he's afraid of spiders, the big troll. He tried to sacrifice me to one." Fondness and humor lingered on her features as she propped her chin up on her fist. Her gaze drifted as she slipped into her thoughts where the handsome troll seemed to live. It took effort, but she did manage to keep her focus on werewolves, continuing on as if she'd never taken a side trip down memory lane. "The fact that it's such an obvious place means it's probably being watched. So what would you think about the Forbidden Forest? I still want to be there, I can fix anyone if their practice gets out of hand. Theo'd probably be a good idea too." It was a terrible habit, her volunteering Theo for her schemes without even consulting him but he would do absolutely anything for her as well and she sometimes relied on that. Whoever was there, their plot felt dangerous but also a little exciting. "Nothing really bad lurks in there, does it? It's all just a rumor to keep students away?" Mali chewed anxiously on her lower lip, thinking over their options. "We could do it here, but that might be a bit too much flaunting of the secrecy laws. My dads would be all for it, they call this 'rebel stuff' and they think it's exciting. Magic fascinates them. They're thinkers, like you." _______________________________________________________________________ Remus Lupin |
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Hogwarts
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Werewolf
Order of The Phoenix
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44 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
Wandless Magic
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Remus Lupin on Mar 24, 2017 2:34:28 GMT
Mali's dads were absolutely delightful. Remus sat at the backyard picnic table with a pleased smile resting comfortably on his face. He felt almost as at-home here as he did in his very own home. The books, obviously, were his favorite part - he didn't trust anyone that didn't have at least one bookshelf in their home, and Mali's dads had plenty - but the beautifully decorated rooms were just as exciting. It was no happy accident that the home Remus and Dora bought together was such a garishly Victorian thing; it was cheap, yes, but also exactly to Remus' tastes. He liked his rooms and furniture old and periodic, thank you, and the home of Mali's parents fit the bill quite nicely. The obvious little touches of Mali everywhere, draped across the sofas and tucked onto shelves, made it perfect.
Remus made his way through one sandwich, and then another, as Mali worked on the grapes. He idly flipped through one of the books she had set out as he waited patiently for her to properly gather her thoughts. Her notes were all over the place and Remus was beyond pleased to see that, too - the girl looked downright studious. It was a look that made him proud; a look of utter determination.
When she expressed her initial thoughts on where to hold their class, a bark-like laugh slipped up on Remus and he slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle it. He finished chewing and waved his hand in the air, shooing the laugh right out of the backyard. "I'm sorry, I promise I'm not laughing at you. It's just...well, you could say that again. Quite obvious." He nodded, pursing his lips to stop from grinning so much. It had just become a habit, after all these years, to let people go on believing the Shrieking Shack was haunted and not at all a contrived story for his benefit. Somehow, it was just easier that way. Remus distracted himself away from this delicious bit of irony by listening to Mali's story, his grin turning into a more authentic smile. He had no problems hearing all about Theo from Mali now; rather, one might say he encouraged it. Her stories (they were admittedly pretty darn adorable, Mali and Theo) inspired in Remus his own happy little daydreams, blonder and lighter than Theo but happy nonetheless. "Well, that makes absolutely no sense," he teased. "You'd be nothing more than a snack to some of the spiders living in that shack. I've seen some bigger than my forearm. They'd eat him after they were done with you anyway." He chuckled for a moment and then tilted his head thoughtfully at Mali. Maybe it was easier to keep up the lie with most other people, but with Mali, Remus had the impulse now to always be honest. Even about things that didn't really matter. "Do you know the the real truth behind the Shrieking Shack? It's actually not ghosts."
While honesty was important, they had other pressing matters at hand, too. They had to figure out where to hold this class. Mali suggested the Forbidden Forest next. "Hmm," Remus drummed his fingers on the surface of the picnic table, picking up an apple and biting into it after a moment. "I'd say the rumors are probably greatly exaggerated, yes, but it's still not the safest place in the world. I don't think the centaurs would be at all happy with us practicing magic in their wood. And a group of werewolves doing it, no less." Mali suggested this very place next, her dads' house. Remus smiled again. "And they're incredibly kind, like you. I would so hate to get them in any trouble...but I do think you're on to something there. A predominantly Muggle space would probably actually work in our favor. We so often shy away from those, for the obvious reasons - but when you're more worried about your own people catching you than the Muggles catching on...I'd say desperate times call for desperate measures."
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Hogwarts
School Healer
Creature Task Force - Registrar
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Mali Johar on Mar 24, 2017 23:53:10 GMT
Her eyes were still trained on her parchment, trying to decipher some of her little squiggles. That was the bane of having a busy brain, one didn't often slow down enough to organize what would otherwise be really good thoughts and they were left trying to figure out disjointed phrases that made perfect sense when she scrawled them but now left her puzzled. She tapped her chin and 'hmm'd at it before giving up and suggesting places she did remember thinking about. If the idea was worth it's salt it'd eventually wander it's way back.
At first, Remus' laugh wiped the look of concentration off her face replaced with something more confused and a little self conscious. It was nice to see Remus enjoying himself, laughing and trying to stifle that laugh but Mali was a little sensitive about the things she thought up. Despite his reassurance she wasn't quite sure that it wasn't her he was laughing at but the dose of wonderful nostalgia talk about the shack gave her made it easy to set it aside. It was a memory from a much simpler time, before things got complicated with death and death eaters. The memory felt warm and comfortable and she was content to bask in it for a few moments. "Dunno." she said, peeking up from her notes with that same fond smile. "I can be pretty intimidating when I want to be. The spiders wouldn't dare." The witch couldn't say that with a straight face, being the very opposite of intimidating and she fell into a laugh of her own.
Merlin, was she a lucky one. Her life was full of wonderful people. Intriguing and smart too. Remus knew lots of things that she didn't and he was so willing to share. "You mean it's not Moaning Myrtle's mum, Shrieking Sheila?" she joked while finishing off the last of her grapes and moved on to a sandwich. "That makes sense, for it not to be ghosts. All the ones I've met have been rather harmless. A bit annoying sometimes..." Especially in the case of Peeves or Moaning Myrtle. "But docile. Maybe a ghoul? They're rather noisy aren't they?" Luckily when she and Theo braved the shack all they found was a dark corner, a large spider and an excuse to hold hands...and eventually not speak to each other for a few days but... it was still a mostly good memory. Little did she know it was the start of the most terrible and wonderful ride of her life.
Focus. Back to the wandless class thing. "Centaurs don't get along with werewolves?" It didn't make sense to her, they were both beings who weren't really treated fairly by the Ministry. "Oppression should bond people together. It gives you a common enemy." Her own statement was very saddening. "I can't even believe that your own Ministry has to be thought of as an enemy. Government is supposed to protect and advocate for it's people and it's not doing that for werewolves.. I guess it's not been doing that for centaurs, either? Not for a long time." They couldn't dwell too long on those sorts of thoughts or she'd start feeling incredibly sad.. Although that sadness inspired more activism. Remus' compliment did help to draw up her mood. "I bet your parents were kind too.. Probably brilliant, as well." Remus was kind enough to worry about getting her dads in to trouble but she shook her head. "Great thing about parents, they're willing to do anything for their children. If you think here is best, they'd do anything they could to help. It's important to me, so it's important to them."
Her smile fell into a frown again. "They can't catch you, you're not doing anything wrong. They said no wands but they didn't say anything about your hands. I'd say they couldn't take them from you, but that might give the Ministry ideas. Has it always felt like this for you? Where you couldn't trust the Ministry to protect you? You were bitten young, weren't you?"
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Hogwarts
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Werewolf
Order of The Phoenix
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44 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
Wandless Magic
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Remus Lupin on May 12, 2017 15:45:49 GMT
Oh, no. Remus tried very hard to wipe the amusement away from his face, because Mali suddenly looked very self-conscious. He really wasn't laughing at her, promise. "It's a good idea," he tried, nodding. The Shrieking Shack wouldn't be the worst place in the world for the class, just very ironic. Eventually, Remus won Mali over to the dark side with some light teasing, and some fond memories of her own (one could practically see it in her smile). He relaxed and laughed. "You're absolutely right. We might need you on hand as our spider bodyguard."
The pair of them had serious business to attend to - they had plotting to do, the Shrieking Shack couldn't possibly be their only idea of the day - but as always, it could wait a little while longer. That was another thing Remus liked about Mali. They could get things done and have fun doing them. "Worse," he said, chuckling. Shrieking Sheila. That was a new one. Mali waxed poetically on other ghostly and ghoulish possibilities, only egging on the grin on Remus' face. "Worse," he repeated, dramatically, for emphasis. "Once upon a moon, the Shrieking Shack was haunted by a scruffy little werewolf with a bad case of anxiety." Remus paused to let that settle in. "They built me a safe house, so I could go to school. Everything else is just a rumor. Apparently, I'm loud when I howl."
Here was yet another thing to like - these fascinating conversations with Mali. She had all sorts of ideas about the way she thought the world ought to be, and lots of questions to go with them. Of course Remus enjoyed it. "Centaurs don't really get along with anyone besides other centaurs. Even then, it's iffy. They have a very strong dislike for most beings." Remus' gallivanting through the Forest with his Animagus friends as a child probably didn't help werewolf-centaur relations much either, but he didn't mention that. He nodded as Mali talked, mulling over her words, thoughts he'd had himself many, many times before. "There was a time when we needed the Ministry to protect us. Wizards are a pretty self-sufficient people, I reckon, but we can't face everything alone. Lacking such a threat as we did back in those days, with the Statute and everything - the Ministry has become nothing more than a power grab. That's my theory, anyway. I say there's plenty of threat left in the world to protect us from, but no, they're certainly not doing it."
Remus could quite literally talk about that all day - and had before, on many days - but there were still other matters at hand. And if he got too worked up as he always did over the blasted government, they wouldn't get anything accomplished at all. Mali brought him back down to Earth with her comment on parents. It made him smile. She was very wise, that one. "My parents were good people. They did the best they could with what was handed to them." Remus didn't think about his parents very much. His feelings about his father, especially, were so complex he didn't think he'd ever get them unwound properly. As a father himself, though, he understood exactly what Mali meant. He would do anything for his children. "I think we should try it out here," he nodded. "I'd like to talk to them about it sometime, your dads, if that's okay."
Now here was a thing that you would expect Remus to like so much - but Mali had this consistently deep well of hard-hitting questions, and she continuously caught him off guard with them. Her astuteness, too, knew no bounds. She was right - the Ministry hadn't explicitly said anything about wandless magic, but being vague had certainly never stopped them before. "Yes...I don't really remember a time where I didn't feel this way, honestly. Even as a child. My parents had to put the fear into me, in order to protect me. My father worked for the Ministry - he knew there would be no support there."
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Hogwarts
School Healer
Creature Task Force - Registrar
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Mali Johar on May 25, 2017 14:31:04 GMT
Remus could be a cheeky little devil. He only grinned knowingly as she theorized on ghosts and shacks. "What?" the witch asked incredulously. "Worse than a ghoul? A banshee, maybe? Oh.. that doesn't make sense." she tapped her chin and thought and shook her head. "Everyone in Hogsmeade would be dead, wouldn't they? The whole fatal thing.. " But no, there was no banshee either. A young werewolf haunted the shack. "Really!?"
It was hard to believe that Remus was behind such a haunting. She laughed and shook her head again. "I don't believe it! Remus Lupin would never cause such a disturbance even as a werewolf! You're far too polite, I'm betting you howl on key and with your pinky up!" And then sipped tea after, because you know.. Remus was a classy guy.
Thanks to a mouth full of sandwich she couldn't immediately disagree with Remus' thoughts on centaurs, but she swallowed hastily and waved her hand in the air to emphasize her point. "Wait! That's not true! Not all of them! There was a centaur at school.. He taught Divination. Blimey, he was handsome, too." Mali propped her chin up on her hand, dreamily remembering the centaur's long hair and mysterious allure. "I think Professor Dumbledore hired him just to be cheeky." Something she could definitely support. Mali liked divination and thought Professor Trelawney was a little odd, but sweet and that Professor Umbridge was a terrifying overgrown toad of a woman. "He seemed kind, a little standoffish but kind. Maybe you've just got to find more like him? But really you don't have to get along with someone to fight a common enemy." And the Ministry was quite the enemy. Power hungry people looking to needlessly assert their authority and stomp on the rights of werewolves and even centaurs. "My dads like to quote a poem. It talks about how the government started coming for groups of people and the narrator didn't do anything because it didn't bother him...he wasn't a part of the groups or anything, but when they came for his group he laments that there was no one left to speak up for him. Same concept with the werewolves and centaurs, yeah? First it's the werewolves but eventually it'll be them. Maybe Goblins will be next?? Oh! D'you know any Goblins? could they help?" Her focus had shifted from a place to teach wandless magic to rallying allies. "Vampires and Veela too!"
Her parents were wonderful people. They were smart like Remus, quoted poetry and classic stories and would support her inner rebel. "Brilliant!" Remus decided they should try there and they would. Maybe they'd have to charm up some protection and cover first, hide what they were going to be doing from prying muggle eyes. "Of course it is. I'm staying for supper, you should too. We could talk to them then." She polished off the rest of her sandwich as she listened to Remus, nodding along. "Your father sounds smart but not to worry. We'll make up for the Ministry's lack of support, won't we? Not just for you, but for others too hopefully."
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