Death Eaters, Ministries and Memorials
Jul 12, 2017 13:08:34 GMT
Post by Mali Johar on Jul 12, 2017 13:08:34 GMT
Mali had wilted over the past several days upon her discharge from the hospital. The proximity of her little visit was too close to the first anniversary of the attack on St. Mungo's and it felt impossible to be happy with that looming over her conscience. Her daily activities became almost robotic. Attend to the children at Hogwarts, keep her head down at the Ministry. She couldn't even bring herself to help Eoin with the potions, which had as much to do with the wilting as it did with the fact she was now afraid of the volatile nature of potion making in a way that she never had been before. One wrong ingredient added in the wrong way or the wrong time and she would find herself trapped in the hospital again. It was like Mali's light had been snuffed out and all she could do was sulk about it. She hadn't been to see Remus in several days and Theo? Mali hadn't seen him since she left St. Mungo's.
The witch had been spending much of her free time in Muggle London where people didn't whisper about things like Death Eaters and Ministries and Memorials. No one had read about her role in the death of two people at the coffee shops or in the book stores. It was a break from what was to become reality, that the past demons would inevitably be dragged up and she would be forced to face them. Alone. Mali had to face them alone because she couldn't run to Remus with all of her problems and perhaps the most tragic part of all of this was that she didn't feel comfortable turning to Theo.
Today her wanderings took her to The London Eye, another place of tragic remembrance. In all of her sulking Mali almost forgot about what happened at the muggle attraction. In some ways it was more horrific, defenseless muggles attacked and murdered by magic. The witch stood there gazing at the magical memorial with her hands shoved in the pockets of her jeans, fingers resting on the handle of her wand. Her nerves tingled with anxious anticipation, like she was waiting for something to happen or someone to strike. Mali had that feeling all the time now and the constant jumpiness and fear was a terrible way to live. Mali was suddenly struck with the need to get away from the crowd of people bustling along the street, Death Eaters could be hiding in plain sight among the muggles. She tore her eyes away from the memorial and turned to leave when she recognized one of those faces in the crowd. Theo was standing several feet away glued to the Eye just as she had been.
It was hard to miss Theo when he stood a head above most others but there was something beyond that. Her eyes were always drawn to him, like he had a magical magnetic pull to him. Mali watched him for a good minute as they both stood there, the several yards between them felt like miles. Theo was so handsome, even when his dark features were weighed down by the terrible year that he lived through. Eventually Mali could will her feet to move and close that distance so she could lay a hand on his arm "Theo," she said quietly. "What are you doing here?"
The witch had been spending much of her free time in Muggle London where people didn't whisper about things like Death Eaters and Ministries and Memorials. No one had read about her role in the death of two people at the coffee shops or in the book stores. It was a break from what was to become reality, that the past demons would inevitably be dragged up and she would be forced to face them. Alone. Mali had to face them alone because she couldn't run to Remus with all of her problems and perhaps the most tragic part of all of this was that she didn't feel comfortable turning to Theo.
Today her wanderings took her to The London Eye, another place of tragic remembrance. In all of her sulking Mali almost forgot about what happened at the muggle attraction. In some ways it was more horrific, defenseless muggles attacked and murdered by magic. The witch stood there gazing at the magical memorial with her hands shoved in the pockets of her jeans, fingers resting on the handle of her wand. Her nerves tingled with anxious anticipation, like she was waiting for something to happen or someone to strike. Mali had that feeling all the time now and the constant jumpiness and fear was a terrible way to live. Mali was suddenly struck with the need to get away from the crowd of people bustling along the street, Death Eaters could be hiding in plain sight among the muggles. She tore her eyes away from the memorial and turned to leave when she recognized one of those faces in the crowd. Theo was standing several feet away glued to the Eye just as she had been.
It was hard to miss Theo when he stood a head above most others but there was something beyond that. Her eyes were always drawn to him, like he had a magical magnetic pull to him. Mali watched him for a good minute as they both stood there, the several yards between them felt like miles. Theo was so handsome, even when his dark features were weighed down by the terrible year that he lived through. Eventually Mali could will her feet to move and close that distance so she could lay a hand on his arm "Theo," she said quietly. "What are you doing here?"
