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 Jul 24, 2017 3:44:34 GMT
Mali wasn't known for making the best decisions lately. Bringing Greta to work was a mistake and she knew it from the moment she left her apartment toting the fat little rat-like creature along. Surprisingly everything went smoothly through the day. Greta didn't wander off, no students left her hospital wing missing jewelry and her work space survived her visiting fur child completely intact. Feeling a little bold, Mali decided to visit a few shops in Hogsmeade before heading home for the day. Greta spent the shopping trip safely tucked in her bag and munching on a biscuit for the most part. However, when the witch went to retrieve her wallet at Honeydukes she discovered both the Niffler and her money pouch gone, as if they vanished into thin air. The silly rat had absconded, having stolen herself an entire wallet full of galleons with a few pence pieces mixed in for good measure.
That turned her evening into a nightmare. Hogsmeade was a big place to find such a little (infuriating) creature and if Greta wandered towards the mountains or back towards the castle she could easily get lost forever in the forest. Centaurs weren't likely to welcome such a little thief with open arms. Mali searched high and low, back tracking through Hogsmeade and searching shops with with glittering, shiny window displays. After scouring the little wizarding village for over an hour, Mali was in near tears without her beloved pet.
Her search brought her to The Three Broomsticks, her least favorite place in the whole village right now. Just when Mali was making progress with Meg, where the pair of them bonded and were coming to respect each other, she flubbed it up by burning the ever loving heck out of the woman's already scarred face. This was the last place that Mali wanted to look but it had grown dark and she was running short on places to look. The witch slipped through the door, opening only just wide enough to allow her to sneak through hoping to make it a quick and unobtrusive visit.
Mali tried to be as quiet as a church mouse, foot steps light and head swiveling for any sign of the magical creature. Her eyes landed on Meg Ashland's pretty blonde head and the woman stole her attention away in an instant. Her mouth hung open, failing to form words. Her brain didn't register that her feet were still moving 'til Mali tumbled over an empty chair and greeted the floor with a bang, knocking an abandoned glass off the table as she fell. It shattered against the ground and the witch sat up and shifted to her knees so she could hastily but gingerly begin to gather up the broken glass, forgetting that she was in fact a witch in her grief. When the blonde approached she froze mid-reach, and peered up at the woman from beneath her long dark hair, uttering apology after apology. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Not for the broken glass, there were plenty of them in the bar. Her voice cracked in her throat and she blinked hard to keep the tears at bay. "I didn't mean to do it, you know I didn't mean to do it. Please, don't be angry with me."
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Shop Staff
Bartender at the Three Broomsticks
Lab Assistant
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24 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Meg Ashland on Jul 26, 2017 6:38:58 GMT
The best thing about working at the literal foot of a mountain was that the heat never quite reached stifling in Hogsmeade, even in the middle of the summer. Thus, Meg wasn't completely miserable in her high-necked sweater, working with her hair down around her face all day. A little sweaty, but not miserable. She had good days and bad days now, so many months out from her attack...and today was one of the bad days. She'd taken only one look at herself in the mirror before hiding her face the best she could and resolving to head to the apothecary after work. Those witchy cosmetic cure-alls in their little pink and purple bottles always struck her as so dumb and shallow...but dumb and shallow had to be better than scarred and sad. And at least they wouldn't burn her face - probably - if they worked at all.
It was a relatively slow day, and that made Meg more miserable than the heat could. Slow meant less customers gawking at her, true, but it was also more time out in public when all she wanted to do was hide in her bed. She sulked behind the counter, busying herself with cleaning and making nice only when she had to. She relished the darkening skies outside, finally shedding her sweater when the grand fireplace in the pub was lit. She didn't mind so much how her scars looked in dim light, to be honest. More mysterious, less tragic. She straightened up a little more and grew more conversational the darker it got and the more her pub filled up. Drunks were a blessing too, easier to shoulder off their comments than those of people just stopping in for lunch or what have you.
Meg was mid-conversation with some heavy-lidded lass when a shattering noise reached her ears. Far from unusual in a pub, so it was several moments before Meg wrapped up what she was saying and took a look around. And there, on the floor near the door, was Mali. Meg's blood heated at the sight of her, her face growing hot. Who did Mali think she was, exactly, just going wherever she pleased? She hadn't even been invited the day she'd come to Meg's house and burned her, and now she was walking up in her place of employment without a care in the world. And breaking shit. Meg huffed and stormed over to the girl, pulling her wand out of her apron. She was just going to clean up the glass - she couldn't actually throw Mali out, and she had no desire to hurt her (just to never see her again) - but that didn't mean she couldn't do it menacingly. Maybe it'd scare the girl off.
"Stop it." Meg said as soon as she was within hearing distance of Mali. And when she was in clear viewing distance, close enough to see that the girl was close to tears...Meg stopped. She knew Mali well enough now to know she wasn't that upset over breaking a glass. Meg sighed and pressed her fist to her forehead as Mali began apologizing. "Stop," Meg said again, shooing Mali out of the way so she could wave her wand over the glass. "You're going to cut your hands." There were about a million tiny pieces, so she just levitated them over to the trash can - they had plenty of other glasses.
When she was done cleaning up, Meg forced herself to look at Mali again. She folded her arms across her chest and stared down at her. She couldn't just leave her there, looking just about as broken up as the glass. Meg was stubborn, and also a stubborn ass sometimes, but she had a heart. And a business to run that didn't involve girls crying in the middle of the floor. With another huff, Meg held a hand out to her to tow her back to the bar, where said business and said girl could both have an eye kept on. "I'm not mad. Come here." And maybe it was a place where they could have a more private conversation, too, because the words out of Meg's own mouth just surprised the hell out of her. Not mad? She was...Mali just made it really hard to show it.
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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 Jul 26, 2017 16:05:25 GMT
Meg was mad. Meg was so mad. It was written all across the blonde's face as she approached and then strangely the taller woman stopped dead in her tracks. Was that sympathy replacing anger on her face, or was Mali going mad? Whatever it was, it made not crying so much harder because Gods, wasn't she pathetic? Scrabbling to clean up broken glass while sniveling and pleading like an idiot. "I'm sorry." In true Mali fashion she had to apologize again, this time for apologizing too much as she scrambled to get out of the way. Meg was concerned about her hands when she practically burned the woman's eyes out for the same reason she lost her pet and broke the glass, Mali was an absolute mess without Theo. The thousand apologies she pelted the youngest Ashland with were definitely owed but she was very late paying her debt. After she harmed the poor woman, when she was finally able to move enough to leave, Mali left and didn't look back. She gave everything that even remotely resembled an Ashland a very wide berth whenever possible.
Mali was on her feet in a second, backing away from Meg and the glass so fast that she stumbled right into another chair. This one stood it's ground, no glasses hit the floor and the witch only startled and scooted hastily away from it. She watched the glass float up and away, sniffling hard and fighting back tears. Not mad. That was a bloody lie and they both knew it. "No, I can't." Mali protested. "I have to find Greta." Her feet shuffled along with Meg anyway, not in the mood to resist. In all her clumsiness she nearly forgot the missing thief. "She doesn't like the dark." Like Mali like Greta. Neither ones were fans of the dark and the approaching anniversary of the St. Mungo's attack coupled with Death Eater inactivity made her very wary of the night. It was too quiet, something had to be looming on the horizon.
The witch followed along with her face hidden in one hand. Not Crying flushed her cheeks, turned her face red and all the effort stung in her throat, adding to her own misery. At least the redness would go away, Meg's face wasn't likely to ever heal. Mali's heart was heavy with feelings of culpability and responsibility over the whole attack. Her heart turned to lead in her chest and weighed her down so much that she practically collapsed on a stool the moment they reached the bar. She wanted to bury her head and sob into the wood. Mali wanted to wail her frustrations, scream out her sorrow at her lost pet. Greta was a consistency, one of the only things that was there through everything. The night after St. Mungo's she curled up with the little creature and tearfully cuddled the Niffler for hours. After her arrest, after Theo and she separated, after she hurt Mister Lupin... Greta was always there in her lap or at her feet. The animal was frustrating and endearing, selfish and sweet.
Instead of all that fanfare, Mali only blinked through the tears that clouded her vision, chasing them away before they could fall. She opened her mouth and promptly put her foot in it once she could finally see Meg clearly. "There aren't any new scars on your face." She may have burned the woman but she didn't disfigure her. Mali had to know that on some level before she came face to face with her, nothing she used should have left magical wounds and Theo was beyond competent as a Medi-Wizard.
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