Ministry of Magic
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25 years old
Durmstrang Alumnus
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Post by Alexandra 'Alex' Jäger on Aug 16, 2016 5:27:53 GMT
The response Remus Lupin had given to Alex’s summons almost made her laugh. Threatening. Hah. Alex never threatened. She warned. And then she pounced. But if he wanted to see it that way, he could have at it. She wasn’t scared of his little auror friends. She had been battling far more fearsome monsters before they were even in school. Not by much, but still. The point held. Lupin’s connections didn’t intimidate her. And neither did he. Which was probably the point give how good he was at playing good little citizen. Not that Alex was buying it. Not for a minute. Wearing a fleece didn’t make a wolf a sheep. It was probably that very persona that had led Lupin to actually show up at the Hit Wizard Division. ‘Look at me, I’m doing everything they ask and I’m still being persecuted. Life is so unfair.’ Honestly, it turned Alex’s stomach a little. How could anyone trust a werewolf knowing what they could do? Just because she chose to let some live didn’t mean she trusted them. It was more like they were on probation. And the second they screwed up, Alex would be there to end things. She didn’t say a word as she led Lupin to a questioning room. It was small and bare with only a table and two chairs. It was a pretty standard meeting, really. Anybody with any possible connection to the incident was being interviewed. And since someone (totally not Alex) had raised the question of bias if Lupin was questioned by someone connected to his family, the checklist had been handed over to her. Truth be told, she wasn’t expecting to learn anything useful here. But she wanted to look the man in the eyes and get the full measure of him. What were the chances of him becoming a threat? Of rebelling against the ‘unfair treatment’ of his species and turning on mankind? Official or not, that was Alex’s job. To be the safeguard. And she took that responsibility quite seriously. “Have a seat.” She stepped around the table, forgoing the other seat in favor of leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed. Her tone was dry, almost bored as she began to talk, but her sharp eyes were firmly locked on his person as if searching for something. “You probably know how this goes by now. I ask you some canned questions, you give me totally unhelpful answers, and then you get to go home feeling like you did your civic duty or whatever. So let’s just get on with it, shall we? We’ll skip question one though because I already know you weren’t involved in the attack. Not in the physical sense. For one thing, you were a little… occupied at home.” She knew that for certain because she’d been down the block from his house when things started, but let him wonder why someone so suspicious of him could be so sure. “For another, you’re the obvious suspect, so if you were involved, it would downright stupid to get blood on your own hands. Question two then. Have you seen anyone suspicious hanging about Godric’s Hollow lately?” The unspoken ‘anyone like you’ hung heavy in the air. This was the real reason he was here. Not in some feeble effort to connect him to the attack Alex was already sure he wasn’t stupid enough to get caught mixed up in. No, she wanted to push his buttons and see how he reacted. One side of the battlefield sizing up the other. What was this wolf made of? |
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Hogwarts
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Werewolf
Order of The Phoenix
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44 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
Wandless Magic
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Remus Lupin on Aug 18, 2016 15:49:31 GMT
Remus wished, really really wished, he could say that never in his life had he been treated in such a manner as one Alexandra Jager, Hit Witch, was currently treating him - but that was simply beyond wishful thinking for a man who'd spend pretty much his whole life as a werewolf. How many vaguely threatening letters had he received, how many outright threatening? How many meetings turned interrogations turned temporary holdings...it was countless, truly countless. Things got better from the time he was a child and a young man, for a long while, but now they seemed to be getting worse again. It was an endless cycle, he saw that now. Werewolves were angry because people feared them, and people feared them because they were angry. And Remus, who was neither particularly fearful nor angry, was stuck in the middle, always.
He had no choice but to humor the woman. She would keep bothering him if he didn't, and any threat - vague or not - against him was against his family now, and that was something Remus wouldn't stand for. He didn't have the same fears he used to as he wandered into the Ministry for meetings such as this (though, he couldn't recall any interrogations by the Hit Division before...) - Remus knew he was innocent, and that he had nothing to hide. He struggled with that for a long, long time, believing the lies that the very existence of his blood was a crime. Many loving people helped him see that differently, and many of those people worked in the very same department he stood now. A veritable army of Aurors who could speak to his character and his whereabouts at any given time wasn't so bad a defense, he thought.
Miss Jager, as was to be expected, was cold toward him as she led him to a room. She asked him to take a seat but didn't take one herself. "I'll stand, thank you." He wanted out of here as quickly as possible. He had a lunch date with his wife - when in Rome - and a good deal to mumble and grumble about, depending on how this interrogation went. Remus listened patiently as the woman began her spiel, unable to help the smirk on his face. She was the 'bad cop', right? Was that this old routine? It took a lot to get under Remus' skin these days, but there was just one little bit she said...Remus waited until she was finished speaking, and asking her question. He tilted his head at her. "Have you been watching my home, Miss Jager?" And in the hopes of getting his own answer, he answered her, "And no, none at all. You'll find the witness statement I gave the Aurors contains much more detailed information on my observations of that day. I'm afraid my old mind fades rather quickly these days."
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Ministry of Magic
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25 years old
Durmstrang Alumnus
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Post by Alexandra 'Alex' Jäger on Aug 24, 2016 23:39:14 GMT
Lupin seemed entirely too calm as he followed Alex into the room. Had this been a normal interrogation, that wouldn’t have bothered her one bit. She was fully confident in her ability to crack a suspect. Not that the Hit Division did much cracking. They tended to leave most of the investigation up to the aurors, swooping in only to deal with tactical raids or criminals whose danger leveled required a certain expertise. But this wasn’t a normal interrogation. Alex already knew she wasn’t going to find anything to pin on Lupin. His little auror friends would see to that. No, this was more about getting a feel for the werewolf in question. And maybe letting Alex blow off some steam in the process. She was having precious little luck with her own private investigation into the Godric’s Hollow mess, and it was starting to get irritating. How was she supposed to protect people from monsters when the monsters couldn’t be found? The only one she had a solid location for was the one sitting in front of her. And he wasn’t letting her get to him. Needless to say, it was the very definition of frustrating.
Alex did her best not to let it show as she started in. Lupin just stood there calmly and took it. Damn him. Why couldn’t he at least give her something to work with? And then he did. Alex had to fight back a smirk as Lupin tipped his hand. So he had a soft spot for his family. That was something. “If your record is as spotless as you seem to believe, then I wouldn’t have any reason to, now would I?” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, except for that one pesky night a month. It would be a real shame if there were to be some kind of accident during a full moon, wouldn’t it? People might get hurt.” People like Alex’s mother. Time to show her cards. Alex slid off her jacket as if to get more comfortable and draped it across the back of the chair she wasn’t sitting in. The lack of substantial sleeves on her black tank top revealed the set of werewolf scratches on her left arm. They started nearly at the inside of her elbow and twisted around her upper arm to the back of her shoulder. The sight was quite impressive actually. Alex had been known to display the marks quite proudly. She had a few more in other places as well, but those were kept hidden to avoid giving away her little vigilante crusade. Now she recrossed her arms and leaned back against the wall again, kicking one of her feet up against it as she watched Lupin for a reaction. It was one of Alex’s favorite tests. No werewolf could mistake what those scratches were. But did they respond with sympathy and worry or with dark satisfaction? That alone could be an indicator of whether she needed to show up armed on their doorstep the next time a full moon rose.
At least Lupin answered the question. Probably looking for a little quid pro quo. Alex tilted her head as she surveyed him. “Old age can be a bitch, or so I’m told. Which makes me wonder how you plan to keep up with all those children this year. You sure you can manage it? Especially with a health condition?” She said it so innocently, like the school hadn’t just employed a man who could murder half its charges. Something like this would never have happened at Durmstrang. That was another reason Alex wanted to get a solid grasp of Lupin. Once he was at Hogwarts under the idiotic protection of that McGonagall woman, it would be a lot harder to stop him. If there was any immediate danger, it needed to be dealt with now. Before any children got hurt. Children like Alex had once been. No one else. That was her motto when it came to werewolves. No one else was going to go through what she had. Not if she had the power to stop it.
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Hogwarts
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Werewolf
Order of The Phoenix
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44 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
Wandless Magic
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Remus Lupin on Sept 10, 2016 22:56:46 GMT
"I should say you have no reason at all. My record is spotless." Remus spoke a little more firmly now, clasping his hands in front of him. Remus would never claim to be a picture-perfect citizen, or even more than morally ambiguous at best - but he wasn't evil, and he wasn't dangerous. He knew that in the deepest part of his heart, even during those dark times when he hated every other thing about himself. The only record he had to his name was an unfortunate consequence of attitudes like the one Alex was currently showing off - unfounded prejudice. "I should hardly think a man's medical condition warrants surveillance of his home. I've done absolutely nothing wrong and what you're suggesting is baseless and inane." Tell 'em how you really feel, Remus. There was once upon a time where he didn't believe in himself enough to speak such words, but those times were long gone. Other werewolves had done terrible things, yes. But Remus wasn't one of them, and he was as responsible for every other werewolf as Alex was responsible for every other human.
But maybe that wasn't quite it. He was trying not to, but in his irritation Remus was likely to jump to conclusions just like anyone else. He watched carefully as Alex shrugged her jacket off, unsure of what she was about to do - and really, he shouldn't have been so surprised to see scars under there. His eyes traveled the length of them from elbow to shoulder. Of course she was attacked. Nothing could make someone so bitter more so than a little close and personal experience. Remus was tempted to ask her when it happened. If she was a werewolf, she'd probably answered the same question thousands of times before. If she'd just been attacked...with those scars, she'd probably still answered it just as much. Remus found it didn't really matter how long it had been, old werewolves could be just as ornery, but the newer ones were typically a bit more reactionary against the rest of the pack, so to speak. Adjustments, and all.
Before he got the chance to both look closely at her scars and ask, though, Alex was back to giving him attitude and questioning his abilities. Remus put a pause on the ounce of sympathy he always held for even the nastiest of people with his condition, in order to answer her properly. "Absolutely. I've done it before, and not that long ago. I think my own children keep me busier than all of Hogwarts will, besides. They're a couple of handfuls, as I'm sure you've seen." Because Remus wasn't going to forget that this woman was watching his house, no matter how else he felt about her. With that settled in his mind, he was able to turn the empathy switch back on - as a guise to get the attention off of himself, too. His eyes returned to Alex's scars. "When did it happen?"
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Ministry of Magic
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25 years old
Durmstrang Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Ash
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Post by Alexandra 'Alex' Jäger on Sept 22, 2016 22:31:01 GMT
Lupin had balls, Alex would give him that. She had hauled a werewolf or two into interrogation back in Germany. Usually they cowered in the face of the law. Or taunted and snapped like rabid dogs. Those were the ones that needing putting down. But Lupin… Lupin was a different kind of animal. Brave and a touch defiant, but not in the way that called for an unfortunate accident. It was honestly a little irritating. “Most medical conditions don’t turn people into ferocious animals,” she pointed out drily. Medical condition? Serious? Who the hell called it that? Idiots trying to paint the monsters as victims, that was who. How could someone who had seen a raging werewolf (or been one) call the notion they were dangerous a baseless one? “Agree to disagree.” There was a reason the Ministry rated them among the most dangerous creatures.
As the scars on her arm certainly proved. Alex watched Lupin carefully as his eyes took them in. He was definitely surprised. And there was a flicker of sympathy rather than the quickly masked delight even the fastest couldn’t hide in time. That was a little disappointing. The Godric’s Hollow attack had made Alex angry. And she didn’t contain anger well. The emotion needed an outlet, and she had rather been hoping to find it in Lupin here. But apparently not. Well, he would still warrant watching. Alex hadn’t met a wolf yet that could keep themselves under control for eternity. Sooner or later they all slipped up.
He managed to recover enough to answer her fire with some of his own though. And he had brought up his first teaching term. Fantastic. That would save her the trouble. “As I recall, you were fired from that post. Something about parents not taking too kindly to having their children taught by someone with your… condition. What makes you think this time will be any different?” She was actually rather surprised the parents hadn’t rioted already. But it was probably just a matter of time. To be honest, Alex hadn’t seen much of the Lupin twins. She mostly just checked the house on full moons when the kids were conveniently elsewhere. Lupin didn’t need to know that though.
And then he asked about the scars. Only natural that he would want to know exactly what he was facing here. “I was six,” Alex said bluntly. “It killed my mother. Tried to kill me too. I got lucky. But it left me these as a souvenir.” Her first act of magic, combined with the quick intervention of a stranger, had saved her life. It had been close though. She could have died that night. But why stop there? There was so much more to this story. “Then five years ago another one killed my father. What’s the British phrase? Once bitten twice shy? And twice bitten... Well, let’s just say it does the opposite.” Twice bitten gave you Alex Jäger. Her cold eyes bored into Remus’ skull as if the full force of her hatred for those like him would be enough to strike him down. Her voice was cold as ice as she informed him, “I’m not letting there be a third time.” Not if Alex had anything to say about it. She would bring down every last werewolf in the world if she had to. No one else was going to lose their parents to those beasts. That was why she had become this weapon. So no one else would have to. It was her job now to protect people from having to live through what she had.
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