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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62442
Aug 15, 2016 4:06:17 GMT
Post by Mali Johar on Aug 15, 2016 4:06:17 GMT
It was several days after a very official looking letter arrived from the Ministry and Mali had finally worked up the nerve to make it down to the MDLE. She had never been to the Ministry before and would have been very impressed with the whole thing if she wasn't busy talking herself out of bolting back to her flat to hide under three cats and a niffler. One would think that Mali had nothing to worry about but that was the farthest thing from the truth that there was. Theo Ashland had been put under the Imperius curse and murdered two people and in their panic she snuck him out of the hospital with not a word to the aurors. In hindsight they should've gone and found someone, the Imperius Curse was a thing and they couldn't throw you in jail for what you did as a victim of an unforgivable curse but after the fact seemed kind of sketchy and questionable. Per a friend's direction she arrived at the telephone box, stepped in a fumbled with the telephone receiver. "Let's see." she trailed off, digging for a scrap of paper in her pocket and punching in the numbers, 62442 with her tongue caught between her teeth. "Mali, M-A-L-I, to see Harry Potter." she told the official sounding voice when it asked her name and business there. A silver badge popped out and down the telephone box went, underground and into the depths of the ministry. Mali knew she needed the second floor but first to register her wand. She eyed the wizard who requested the instrument with apprehension, asking "What for?" and shifting uncomfortably. Having her wand examined made her nerrvous, like the wood would start spouting her secrets and sell her a one way ticket to Azkaban. Eventually she was on her way, gazing up at the ceiling with it's golden symbols in awe and at the golden fountain with amazement. In the lift Mali jumped when the door closed. She was confused by the Ministry's lay out, the atrium being on the eight floor instead of the first, and wandered out into the department of mysteries. She didn't get far before she was chased back onto the lift by a surly looking wizard and was sent in the right direction, the message from Harry Potter clutched tightly in her hand like a life line. Wide eyed and already uncomfortably nervous, she stepped off of the lift on the second floor, not the eight or ninth or fifth. The second. Walking down the halls felt like a death sentence. Theo didn't want her to come, they'd talked about it but Mali thought it was the right thing to do. Maybe somehow she could give them some information that would be useful without sending them to wizard prison. Maybe something she remembered would help them catch the horrible woman who did that to Theo and their patients. After what felt like ages Mali arrived at the meeting room where she was meeting the famous chosen one. Should she knock? She spent several seconds fretting over the etiquette of the situation but settled on the thought that yes, she should. It was hard to knock, once inside she would be breathing the same air as the Harry Potter. The savior of the wizarding world, the man who defeated the darkest wizard history had ever known. If he found out what happened he would probably be appalled. Who wanted The Chosen One to hate them? Certainly not Mali, she didn't want anyone to hate her. As she was not a Gryffindor in any sense of the word it took a few more seconds to work of the nerve but eventually she knocked, simultaneously turning the door knob and letting herself in. The moment she laid eyes on him she waved the letter clutched in her hand while breathlessly babbling out "HelloI'mMaliSorryI'mLateIWentToTheMysteryDepartmentPleaseDon'tThrowMeInAzkabanIDidn'tMeanToGoThereThisPlaceIsVeryConfusing." She took a deep breath and with sagging shoulders asked "Sorry, did you get any of that? I talk too fast sometimes." (I based the Ministry on what I read on Harry Potter Lexicon if it's changed from the books in the five year gap let me know and I can edit. ) Harry Potter |
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Ministry of Magic
Auror
Order of The Phoenix
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22 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
The Power of Love
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Gen
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62442
Aug 17, 2016 4:45:21 GMT
Post by Harry Potter on Aug 17, 2016 4:45:21 GMT
Something was missing, Harry knew it. Aside from whatever Crystal was sitting on which she wasn't sharing (and he wasn't going through her paperwork to find out, he was heroic not suicidal), his intuition was telling him there was something very not right. Not like he needed intuition to tell him that the London Eye coming down at the same time as an assassination attempt was strange at best, but more was bothering him and perhaps if he gathered enough data he'd figure it out. He hated cold cases, sitting in his drawer taunting him - he didn't want this to become one of them.
Granted, the hospital attack had been weeks ago and witness accounts were... spotty at best, but he'd noticed that a lot of the Healers and Mediwizards hadn't been interviewed very thoroughly. Whether it was sloppiness or intentional, he figured he could take another shot at it in between doing paperwork and working out security plans for King's Cross (thankfully, the magical barrier was easily adjusted to keep unwanted intruders out, or it would have been a nightmare). And so, while Ron was harassing Malfoy and the other Aurors were pursuing their own leads and assignments, Harry had taken the initiative to Owl one of the youngest Healers on staff, one Mali Johar.
She seemed nervous, somehow, Harry mused as he flipped through her letter and the brief notes he'd taken on her, but that could be her age or maybe just a mistrust of the establishment. It wasn't as though Muggleborn wizards and witches had a particularly favourable opinion of government after Voldemort's Ministry...
His musings were interrupted by the witch herself. Harry stood to greet her, posture relaxed, and extended a hand over the table, only to pause with the appendage in midair as Mali started to talk a mile a minute. Harry's lips twitched. "As far as I know, we don't have any spots in Azkaban for people who get lost in the Ministry," he chuckled. "Otherwise we wouldn't have any staff." He extended his hand further to shake. "Thank you for coming, Ms Johar. Would you take a seat?"
He sat, waiting for her to follow suit, and then smiled encouragingly at her across the tabletop. "I know it's a while ago," he started apologetically, "But it really would be a big help if you could tell me what you remember."
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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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62442
Aug 20, 2016 6:30:51 GMT
Post by Mali Johar on Aug 20, 2016 6:30:51 GMT
When it came to the famous chosen one, Mali wasn't sure what to expect. Maybe someone with their own personal Prophet photographer tucked off in the corner, prepared to snap a picture of whatever great thing Harry Potter was up too at the time, he was certainly in the prophet enough. Or maybe some lofty arrogance or something, he had saved the wizarding world after all. If anyone earned the right for arrogance it was Mr. Potter and his friends. The entirety of the wizarding world sort of owed him one (or five.). What she wasn't expecting was someone who seemed... friendly. He even wanted to shake hands, which Mali missed at first and allowed his hand to hang between them as she babbled on, two hundred words a minute, about getting lost in the Ministry. "Oh, erm.. Hi!" she shook not just his hand but his entire arm in her enthusiasm. "Hi! No, no I guess not? They just seemed really serious about their security." Excitement began to overshadow the nervousness, she'd just touched The Boy Who Lived. Not every day one could claim that, at least not an anonymous face in the crowd like her. Mali hoped to remain that way for awhile longer.
Mali eyed the proffered seat briefly, biting down on her lower lip. Gingerly she sat down, as if it might sprout chains and incarcerate her the moment she touched the cushion. She'd read about the death eater trials and they did have chairs that did that. Not likely in an individual auror's office, not likely for a simple chat, but they had them. The Chosen One smiled and Mali found herself offering one back, strained at the edged by nerves. The letter was still clutched tightly in her hand and Mali, unable to sit still, fidgeted with the parchment to work out some nervous energy.
The former Hufflepuff looked down to her lap, unable to look the man in the eye when the lies rolled off her lips. "Erm.. I don't think I remember much." A sick feeling settled in her stomach and she shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with her new turn to dishonesty. Mali remembered the day in vivid detail, flashes of green often haunting her dreams. Peeking up at Mr. Potter she cautiously added "Is there something specific you're trying to figure out?"
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Ministry of Magic
Auror
Order of The Phoenix
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22 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
The Power of Love
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Gen
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62442
Sept 3, 2016 5:13:10 GMT
Post by Harry Potter on Sept 3, 2016 5:13:10 GMT
Harry hadn't ever exactly been a social butterfly. But in his fifth year he'd discovered that he was good at coaching people through things, and after that he'd learned how to inspire people, how to make them trust you. At least on the Gryffindor side of things, when you had a passion to convince people to do what you knew was right. In his seventh year he'd learned that he was pretty good at figuring out what made some people tick, when he'd told Remus Lupin that he had to go back to his family in terms that still made him cringe a little. And through Auror training he'd learned how to put people at ease. The interview rooms often gave people the air of being summoned to the Headmistress' office for some wrongdoing, even if they hadn't done anything wrong, and he didn't like to add to it - if he thought a person was innocent. Harry in an interrogation was a different story. He was better at the friendliness. "Hi," he repeated in amusement, as his whole arm wiggled around with her exuberant greeting. "I think they all have permanent scowls down there. It's probably in the job description," Harry offered as he took a seat. "They were that way years ago, too."
He waited patiently as she considered her seat carefully, eyes flickering over the arms and back with nervous tension. Something was definitely up with Mali Johar, Harry mused. He wasn't sure if it was what he was looking for, but he was fairly sure that people with nothing to hide didn't look at their chair like it was going to bite them. Or maybe she was just quirky - he didn't know yet.
"That's okay," Harry said gently, watching her twitch under his gaze. At her question, he sighed and sat back in his chair. "Honestly, things just aren't fitting together for me. There's a lead here somewhere. There's always a lead. People make mistakes, particularly when they're trying to get away with things like Death Eaters are wont to do. I just want to make sure I'm not missing things." Harry ran a hand through his hair, making it messier than before. Then he sat up, thoughtfully. "Would you mind just walking through your schedule again? Just go through your day. If you can. It might help bring back some details." He toyed with a sheet of paper in front of him, eyes earnest on Mali's face.
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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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62442
Sept 3, 2016 7:31:34 GMT
Post by Mali Johar on Sept 3, 2016 7:31:34 GMT
Mali wanted to be at ease, she really did. He gave her every reason to relax during their...whatever this was. Meeting, interrogation, she wasn't sure but her own guilt wouldn't allow her to relax. Was what she did really that terrible? It wasn't her wand that cast an Unforgivable, after all. Her crime had been the fact that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Right? That was until she took the guilty party, held his hand and led him from the hospital without detection. Theo would never have been able to get out of there himself, he was far too distraught and confused. Mali saw a problem, she saw his need to get away and threw legality to the wind. Mister Longbottom's killing was 'unsolved' and she held the answer to that mystery. Mister Longbottom deserved more than that and so did his son but unfortunately Theo deserved Azkaban even less.
Mister Potter thought he was missing something and that something was sitting right in front of him. Mali nearly froze, focusing hard to keep her breathing steady and even. "I don't envy your job." she said conversationally, forcing herself to look at him. Innocent people could look others in the face. "It must be difficult, leads don't just walk in and sit down in front of you, do they?" She offered the weakest smile she had, attempting to use a small bit of humor to throw off suspicion, words light but pointed. She wasn't a bad person and she didn't want anyone to think that she was. Certainly not someone as inherently good as someone who saved the wizarding world as a teenager.
Mali bit the inside of her cheek at his request, nodding and tucking strands of dark hair back behind her ear. "Okay, alright." That should be easy enough. Mali took care to keep her voice even. There was no way around this without outright lying. She shouldn't have come, as suspicious as it would have looked it was nothing compared to how suspicious it would look if she flubbed this up. The thought of it made her head spin, feeling light and Mali shook it in an attempt to clear out the dizzy feeling. "I--Erm.. It was--It was really busy that day with the whole thing at The Eye." Nope, the dizzy feeling was there to stay. This was all making her physically ill and she could've sworn she'd gone visibly pale. "There was lots of people in the lobby when I got there, most were trying to figure out if their family was alright, I think." That was true. The lobby had been brimming with families and reporters alike.
The feeling was unshakable and very unpleasant. Mali ran a hand through her hair and rubbed at her forehead as if it could chase away the sick feeling. It was hard to focus, especially since she had to be very careful with the details. "I checked on Mister Stark first, I had him and a slew of others but he was a pain to get anything done for with the security. You could barely move in his room without knocking into an auror. It slowed me up and I fell behind pretty quickly. " That much was also true, so why did she feel so awful telling it? "At some point I ended up in the break room." Where there was Theo, and some other people she couldn't remember because they weren't important. Theo. The last time she saw him without murder hanging over him. "Draco Malfoy was there. Some others were too, but I didn't care for talking to them. I ended up convincing Mister Malfoy to take care of Mister Stark for me. "
Something hit her like a ton of bricks, the realization that this might not be about Mister Fischer or Longbottom at all. Maybe this was about Stark! Mali was so preoccupied with the personal side of that attack that she hadn't thought of the bigger picture. She was responsible for Mister Stark's care and had kicked the responsibility off on Draco, and then the man died. But she and Draco had connected a little, hadn't they? He taught her how to drink and he didn't seem like a conniving Death Eater. "He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near him, I don't even think he really wanted to but I didn't give him a chance to say no." Whatever bad Mali had done in the past few weeks, maybe she could covertly defend Draco to earn back some sort of good karma. "And then-- and it was just a normal, busy day. Really, nothing sticks out 'til I was trying to leave."
This was it. This was where she had to lie and the words seemed to grow heavy and slow on her tongue. Mali looked back down at the letter crumpled in her lap as she spoke. "I was trying to leave when everything happened. And when it did I--" she wasn't even sure what to say. Better to paint herself a coward than a murderer. "I left." She forced herself to look back up at Mister Potter, right in the eye. Her own might have been a bit glassy with tears. "I don't know if you can understand being afraid, but I'm honestly really terrible at magic unless it's healing based. I'm not cut out for fighting anyone and I didn't want to die. And I left." Maybe if she said it enough it would be believable. "Turned my back on my own patients, some of which ended up dead." Dead. The reason they were dead was fabricated, made up because she was desperate to protect the one responsible but it didn't change the fact they were dead. Mali, genuinely grieved by their deaths shook her head again as if trying to ward off tears but they came anyway and she hid her face in her hands.
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