St.Mungo's
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23 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 31, 2017 6:20:40 GMT
Of all the ways Draco could have been welcomed back to England, he hadn't expected some hysterical creature to bleed on him.
He had meant to go speak to the head Healers to notify them of his return. He wasn't even in uniform, his hair was a mess (a mess! Draco! No matter the calamity, he prided himself on his tidiness) and yet one of the denizens of the waiting room had somehow pegged him as a Healer and grabbed at his arm, wailing for help. He'd endured it for a moment, but then heads started to turn, recognition just beginning to spark in their faces, and Draco felt rather like a child caught listening at the door. There were too many eyes, and too much noise -
"Sir," he said, coolly, trying to pretend that his cheeks weren't flushed with irritation and embarrassment, "Have you been helped by the desk?" The patient babbled something about having a wait time and shook his arm in Draco's face, as if he hadn't already noticed the seeping limb dripping on his expensive shoes. Draco peeled the man's fingers off his arm. "Look, you have to wait your turn," he sighed. "Your arm isn't going to fall off in the next few minutes, unless you keep grabbing me with it."
The patient stepped back, obviously alarmed by Draco's sharp tone, and Draco gave him a thin smile. "Thank you," he said, and strode off to the staff washrooms to tidy up. He'd almost made it, too - his hand was on the doorknob - when he heard someone call. Things couldn't get any better, he sighed, and turned to see what was the fuss, pulling his mask together (messy hair and all).
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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 31, 2017 9:15:09 GMT
"DRAAAAAACCCCOOOO!!!" It wasn't so much a call, more like a battle cry. Mali came racing through the halls, having spotted that unmistakable blonde head of hair from a distance. It had given her pause, considering it was...messy. There was only one other time that she could recall that she'd seen him looking out of sorts and that was a memory she visited fondly. Come to think of it, Mali hadn't really seen Draco at all lately. Because of this, she wasn't going to miss a chance to corner the former Slytherin, even if he was on his way to the loo.
It was a stroke of luck, anyway. Mali had been down in Knockturn Alley to buy a hard to find potion ingredient when she wandered off into Borgin and Burkes and became smitten with a bracelet that seemed to sort of draw her eye from across the room. Long story short, the cursed bracelet ended up burning her wrist and she bounded off to the hospital straight away where she spotted the former prince of Slytherin. The witch came sprinting up corridor waving at her former co-worker turned Snark Friend with her injured and freshly bandaged arm. Mali stumbled in her approach and the momentum carried her right into the bloody and disheveled Healer, smashing him right up against the door.
Undaunted (and a bit breathless) Mali caught Draco in a tight, squeezing hug. "Where've you been!? I haven't seen you in ages! I'm at Hogwarts now, did you know?! Are you working again?" The witch spoke a mile a minute as she took a step back to look the wizard up and down. He wasn't in Healer robes, so maybe not working. "Oh, oh! Are you alright? Are you here because you're injured?" She brandished her arm at the blonde to show off the freshly bandaged wounds. "Me too! Nasty luck with a bracelet in Knockturn Alley, I should have known better, really but it was so pretty and it was almost like it was magnetic, how much I was drawn to it. Oh! Look! I've got a tattoo!" In all her excitement at being reunited Mali was bound and determined to catch Draco up on everything he missed before he got a word in edge wise. She showed him her other wrist where a small burgundy owl was inked on, flying circles on her skin. "Theo's got one too, his is a pygmy puff. They're sort've a couples tattoo without really being one.. Have you got any----Oh.." Draco had at least one 'tattoo' that she knew about. Her eyes grew wide at her own mistake and then her face fell and she deflated slightly. "Sorry.. I--Erm--Are you staying close by?"
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St.Mungo's
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23 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 1, 2017 3:11:28 GMT
There were very few people on the planet who would yell Draco's name with that level of enthusiasm, and once he figured that out, Draco's shoulders (beginning to rise defensively) dropped. He should have known that Mali would find him - and, oddly, he wasn't entirely apprehensive at the thought. He patted his hands down on his slacks (they were a bit dodgy already; he could scourgify them later) and half-turned just in time for Mali to slam into him with all the clumsy energy that he expected from her.
It was... nice, Draco admitted, grudgingly, to be on the receiving end of such affection. The curious feeling of pleasure bubbling in his chest was probably why, after a moment of surprise, he wrapped one arm around her and returned the hug, hoping he wasn't getting her too dirty. He might even have squeezed a little. He didn't have a chance to let her know that he was pleased to see her (he'd probably bungle it up, anyhow) when she was off, talking a mile a minute, as cheerful as if they'd seen each other only a few moments ago.
"I'm not injured," he said patiently, and frowned at her bandaged arm, tapping it with reproach (as if telling her to take better care of her limbs). "But I am back to work. Tomorrow, I hope. I was ..." Draco paused. "My mother decided to take some time abroad. I was settling her in" Which was true enough, after he'd done some persuading. France suited her nicely, anyway, and it had almost suited him, but for some reason he couldn't stay away from this godforsaken country - it was the only home he knew. He redirected his thoughts down a more pleasant alley. "Congratulations on your position," he said, with real warmth. "It sounds just right for you."
Soon enough she was replacing the bandaged arm and showing him her free wrist, now adorned with a beautiful little owl. Draco extended his hand to take the proffered limb, turning it this way and that to watch the owl flutter by. Mali chattered on about tattoos (he'd never thought of Mali with ink, but somehow it fit) and he let the words wash over him, feeling happy enough to listen, until she nearly mentioned his own tattoo, cutting herself short. Draco blinked. In actual fact, it was sweet more than anything that she'd forgotten - nice that the first thing she thought of him wasn't DEATH EATER. He said nothing about it, though, instead focusing on something more important - "Theo has a pygmy puff?" he tried, feeling a smile twitch to his lips. "Are you having me on? Does it move, too?" He released Mali's wrist, gently. "It's lovely," he told her.
Staying - now, that was something he hadn't quite figured out. He supposed he'd have to look into a flat or something soon. Draco shrugged. "I think I'm going to be moving, soon. House is too big for me." He wrinkled his nose at her and teased, "Are you still in your sparkly menagerie?"
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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 Jun 1, 2017 6:13:32 GMT
If she didn't know any better, Mali would swear that Draco had actually hugged her right back. Maybe not with as much enthusiasm and excitement as she had, but there was definitely affection lurking in that one armed squeeze somewhere. The Fallen Prince did not treat the crashing hug with the disdain or annoyance that one might expect from a Malfoy and that was lovely as far as she was concerned. Although they hadn't really been close when they actually worked together, somewhere along the way the pair of them bonded and not just because they almost died together months ago (even if that seemed to be how all of her important relationships were starting out. Theo, Draco and Remus.)
The Healer (and mother hen) in her was pleased to see that Draco wasn't injured but not before she gave him a quick visual once over just to be sure there were no bandages poking out from under sleeves or anything. "France is nice. My dads went there a few years ago and they really liked it, I hope she's happy there." Satisfied with it she grinned when he was his own version of a mother hen, tapping (or pecking!) at her bandaged arm. "Too bad you weren't on today, you could've been my Healer! The denizens of the wizarding world rest easy in your hands!" A bit dramatic, but if he was going back to work that meant he wasn't only stopping over for a few days and that was a cause for drama and celebration. "Thank you!" the witch beamed at the congratulations. "It's really fun, actually. I tried Medi-Witchery for a bit but it wasn't really my cup of tea." Mali had a habit of freezing during hectic emergencies. She preferred the controlled chaos that her old specialty gave her. "I was worried it'd be a bit dull, but the children are very creative at thinking up ways to hurt themselves!" She bounced on the tips of her toes as she spoke. Normally one wasn't so enthusiastic at the thought of children getting injured but the healing types were special breeds.
Mali was very happy to stand there and talk away the hours but there were times where she was just as clumsy with her words as she was with everything else and without meaning, she'd edged into very uncomfortable territory. He was turning her wrist over to examine the inked artwork when the silly question started to tumble out of her mouth. Something changed, his face might not have changed much at all (Slytherins apparently had an extra class on not emoting that no other house was invited too.. honestly.) but the air felt different as she stumbled over the words the mistake and tried to get it right again. Draco recovered for the both of them with a chink in his flawless armor... A lip twitch and a little bit of incredulousness. "YES!" Mali enthused with a squeal of laughter that was shushed up with her own hand over her mouth. "He's got one! Swear on my life! We went to this place in Knockturn, all of the tattoos there move! I'm hoping it'll sing for us on boxing day but I don't think Theo's convinced! You have to get him to show you when you see him, it's nowhere scandalous, I promise."
Draco confirmed it. He wasn't just in London for a pop in, but the excitement was dampened by the fact that he sort've sounded lonely with the house being too big for him and all.. "Mmm, Eoin and I both. We've grown our menagerie a bit. Theo and I share a dog and Theo won me a fish at the muggle carnival that was in town a bit ago. His name is Nemo." And maybe she'd just leave the dog's name out of it. Mali was proud of Theo II but not everyone understood her fondness for the name. "You could stay with us, you know. 'Til you find something smaller. It's cozy and we get manicures every week."
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St.Mungo's
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23 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jul 8, 2017 22:05:43 GMT
It occurred to Draco, somewhere in the back of his head, that he probably needed to be hugged more often, but the thought was quickly buried. Wistfulness didn't sit well on a Malfoy's handsome features, he knew that, so instead he merely tilted his head attentively to listen.
He raised one perfect eyebrow in response to her once-over, his expression becoming a little distant at the thought of the villa in which his mother was now living. He was happy that she was there, for sure, and that she was out of the Mess that England was turning out to be, but he still missed her.
"I'm sure," he drawled in response to her joking, "But just because I'm back doesn't mean I'm encouraging you to get injured. Try to stay in one piece, okay?" He considered ruffling her hair, but settled for a slightly awkward pat on the shoulder. "It seems like the right kind of place for you," he offered. "As long as you don't get tired of flying injuries. Or Potions injuries, come to think of it," Draco mused. At the least, Mali was excited at the thought, which made it the perfect choice.
The owl on her wrist was lovely. Draco had never associated the idea of a tattoo with beauty, or even magic (in the whimsical sense), but it certainly seemed to have both of those things. Perhaps it was because Mali had chosen it for herself, he mused, not looking down at his own arm. He had to wonder why Theo had chosen a pygmy puff, though... "I'll believe it when I see it," he informed her, though he couldn't help but look rather pleased at the thought. In the oddest way, it made sense, but the idea of the image on the dour, tall man's body tickled Draco's fancy nonetheless. "And I'd better see it. Particularly if it sings. Can you teach it lyrics, perhaps?" He hadn't even considered it being somewhere scandalous. He couldn't help it- he chuckled. "As long as he doesn't have to drop his trousers to show me his Pygmy Puff," he drawled.
"You're collecting more animals? Theo wasn't enough?" he teased, listening to Mali's list of feathered, furred and scaled friends. The offer was sweet, but Draco had been to the apartment - he was pretty sure the only way he'd fit is if he slept in the bathtub... or maybe on the cat tree. He said as much. "That's very kind of you," he hummed, and laid a hand on Mali's arm. "But I think I'd get in your way. I'll have you over when I find a good place, yeah?" Wherever that was. Preferably something with a really good set of locks (or 12).
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