Post by Mali Johar on Oct 25, 2017 7:07:25 GMT
A Mali with a heavy mind wasn't a very productive one. Unable to focus, she'd been neglecting her work at the Ministry. She hated that job, it was soul sucking to dog werewolves into complying with Ministry regulations that publically she had to support but privately she found repulsive. It was like living a double life sometimes, chatting happily with her coworkers about how they were keeping their fellow witches and wizards safe from the werewolf threat before she went back to her desk and worked to cover up the trail of her still strong illegal wolfsbane operation. At the end of the day, she felt drained and today was much worse than the others. Mali had worked late into the night to try and catch up on the stacks of parchment that lived on her desk. It was no accident that she chose today to do it, either. Theo was working late, Eoin was gone for the night and Mali was trying to minimize her time home alone.
The hours stretched late into the night and the halls of the Ministry were practically a ghost town by the time she finally left. She took to the streets of muggle London, preferring to walk home rather than attempt to apparate while she was tired and distracted. Mali was a competent witch, brilliant at healing but still couldn't go a whole month without splinching off a body part. The walk wasn't terribly long but the streets were pretty empty which was to be expected, given the time of night. It reminded her of the night with Remus and Gabriel and creeped her out but Mali was an adult and could walk herself home, thank you very much.
One minute she was walking down the sidewalk contemplating what she was going to put in her hot chocolate when she got home (probably cinnamon.) and the next Mali was being pulled sideways by a hand locked around her forearm. It was disorienting and she didn't have a chance to catch her bearings because next she was hit with the crushing suffocating feeling of appration. Apparating was useful but uncomfortable in the best circumstances but it was terrifying when one wasn't expecting it. Suddenly she couldn't breathe and couldn't move, despite plummeting through space.
With a loud crack, Mali ungracefully hit the ground. Cement, she'd fallen onto cement that scraped up her knees and her palms. She was in some alley. This happened before. Panic quickened her pulse and she felt breathless, the air was squeezed out of her lungs as if she was still mid-apparition. She looked around the alley, it was dark and dirty and "...Cassidy?" Her anxiety eased just enough that she could breathe.. Mali was expecting to find some dirty looking Death Eater looming over her, but the girl who was there could hardly loom. She was too small, even by Mali's standards. "What's going on?" Mali picked herself up off the ground and went to draw her wand. As relieved as she was to see a familiar face, the whole thing was unnerving. People didn't just whisk you away for the fun of it. "Is everything alright?"
The hours stretched late into the night and the halls of the Ministry were practically a ghost town by the time she finally left. She took to the streets of muggle London, preferring to walk home rather than attempt to apparate while she was tired and distracted. Mali was a competent witch, brilliant at healing but still couldn't go a whole month without splinching off a body part. The walk wasn't terribly long but the streets were pretty empty which was to be expected, given the time of night. It reminded her of the night with Remus and Gabriel and creeped her out but Mali was an adult and could walk herself home, thank you very much.
One minute she was walking down the sidewalk contemplating what she was going to put in her hot chocolate when she got home (probably cinnamon.) and the next Mali was being pulled sideways by a hand locked around her forearm. It was disorienting and she didn't have a chance to catch her bearings because next she was hit with the crushing suffocating feeling of appration. Apparating was useful but uncomfortable in the best circumstances but it was terrifying when one wasn't expecting it. Suddenly she couldn't breathe and couldn't move, despite plummeting through space.
With a loud crack, Mali ungracefully hit the ground. Cement, she'd fallen onto cement that scraped up her knees and her palms. She was in some alley. This happened before. Panic quickened her pulse and she felt breathless, the air was squeezed out of her lungs as if she was still mid-apparition. She looked around the alley, it was dark and dirty and "...Cassidy?" Her anxiety eased just enough that she could breathe.. Mali was expecting to find some dirty looking Death Eater looming over her, but the girl who was there could hardly loom. She was too small, even by Mali's standards. "What's going on?" Mali picked herself up off the ground and went to draw her wand. As relieved as she was to see a familiar face, the whole thing was unnerving. People didn't just whisk you away for the fun of it. "Is everything alright?"
