One More Time
Sept 22, 2016 22:02:43 GMT
Post by Ezra Wilder on Sept 22, 2016 22:02:43 GMT
In these times of turmoil, Ezra was quickly learning there were just as many things his training didn't prepare him for. Stealth, concealment, offensive magic, defensive magic...got it. No problem. Extensive training session after extensive training session left Ezra pretty confident in those hard skills. It was the soft skills that left him floundering more than once already. Ezra considered himself to a pretty personable person, approachable and friendly and empathetic and all that jazz. And he could handle tensions and high emotions, no problem. He'd been a Medi-Wizard once upon a time, after all.
But all this...this was different. People were hurting and getting hurt out there in the world lately, badly, but that they could fix...what were they supposed to do about what was building in the air, though? Fear, hate, prejudice...such insidious enemies, with no body to point a wand at. You couldn't cast a spell at a bad attitude, no matter how vile an attitude it was. Ezra was deeply troubled by the way the world was roiling around him like an angry sea before a storm; he had sincerely hoped such days were over with. He joined up with the Aurors in the spirit of cleaning up the mess Voldemort left behind; he hadn't realized that mess was still living and breathing, a parasite proliferating wherever it could latch on. Ezra was committed and ready to eradicate that parasite still - it was made just a bit trickier that said parasite had apparently found its way into the halls of the Ministry itself.
People were changing before Ezra's very eyes. When the surprise creature legislation was passed, Ezra was appalled; not just because of the horrendous preventive measures put in place (did they really forget Voldemort so quickly?), but also because he saw some of his very own coworkers coming out in support of them. People he was friendly with - people he knew to be good people. He could not for the life of him comprehend a good person doing such a terrible thing.
And that wasn't even the end of it. There were more terrible things in Ezra's world than just legislation, things far more immediately present and hard to ignore. Places were being attacked and people were dying. People were being murdered. Ezra still thought a lot about the attack on the hospital. Naturally - he had worked there some time ago in the capacity of Medi-Wizard, and he'd been there the day of the attack in the capacity of Auror. As time moved on, he thought about it less and less, lest he be left floundering permanently (Ezra was a big proponent of the concept of moving on; thanks, yoga) - that is, until, a familiar little Healer witch and one of his own former Medi-Wizards in-arms came traipsing into the Ministry one day, armed with a confession.
Even after it hit the papers, even now, Ezra didn't want to believe Mali had been involved in something like this. Mali. She was sweet and funny and learning to protect herself, for Merlin's sake - how could she possibly be involved in a murder? And Theo...Merlin's beard, mate. The man was a handful sometimes but surely, not a murderer? Personally, Ezra was inclined to believe them. Professionally, he would withhold his judgment until justice was served. Ezra took his job very seriously - from the get go, he made his conflict of interest in this case clear. Thus, he was mainly left out of it - except for tasks such as this.
Ezra was to fetch Mali, and bring her to the Ministry. There were a few more questions to be asked - nothing monumental, all the big facts of the case were pretty clear at this point, just a few little things. That's why the department was assigning people like Ezra to these tasks now; his conflict of interest actually came in handy. He knew Mali, a little bit. Maybe she would trust a friendly face a little bit more after all this time under house arrest.
Things didn't go...exactly as planned. Ezra showed up at Mali's house, honestly thinking she would be happy to see him and even happier for a chance to get out for a while...but it seemed the last place Mali wanted to go was the bloody Ministry of Magic. She put up quite the fight, but eventually, Ezra got her there. He was pretty darn warn down by that time - Mali probably was, too - and he stalked the halls with his companion to one of the conference rooms with a rare frown on his face, and an even rarer silence surrounding him. He led Mali into the room. "Can I get you anything? Tea, water?" Still polite, though.
Mali Johar
But all this...this was different. People were hurting and getting hurt out there in the world lately, badly, but that they could fix...what were they supposed to do about what was building in the air, though? Fear, hate, prejudice...such insidious enemies, with no body to point a wand at. You couldn't cast a spell at a bad attitude, no matter how vile an attitude it was. Ezra was deeply troubled by the way the world was roiling around him like an angry sea before a storm; he had sincerely hoped such days were over with. He joined up with the Aurors in the spirit of cleaning up the mess Voldemort left behind; he hadn't realized that mess was still living and breathing, a parasite proliferating wherever it could latch on. Ezra was committed and ready to eradicate that parasite still - it was made just a bit trickier that said parasite had apparently found its way into the halls of the Ministry itself.
People were changing before Ezra's very eyes. When the surprise creature legislation was passed, Ezra was appalled; not just because of the horrendous preventive measures put in place (did they really forget Voldemort so quickly?), but also because he saw some of his very own coworkers coming out in support of them. People he was friendly with - people he knew to be good people. He could not for the life of him comprehend a good person doing such a terrible thing.
And that wasn't even the end of it. There were more terrible things in Ezra's world than just legislation, things far more immediately present and hard to ignore. Places were being attacked and people were dying. People were being murdered. Ezra still thought a lot about the attack on the hospital. Naturally - he had worked there some time ago in the capacity of Medi-Wizard, and he'd been there the day of the attack in the capacity of Auror. As time moved on, he thought about it less and less, lest he be left floundering permanently (Ezra was a big proponent of the concept of moving on; thanks, yoga) - that is, until, a familiar little Healer witch and one of his own former Medi-Wizards in-arms came traipsing into the Ministry one day, armed with a confession.
Even after it hit the papers, even now, Ezra didn't want to believe Mali had been involved in something like this. Mali. She was sweet and funny and learning to protect herself, for Merlin's sake - how could she possibly be involved in a murder? And Theo...Merlin's beard, mate. The man was a handful sometimes but surely, not a murderer? Personally, Ezra was inclined to believe them. Professionally, he would withhold his judgment until justice was served. Ezra took his job very seriously - from the get go, he made his conflict of interest in this case clear. Thus, he was mainly left out of it - except for tasks such as this.
Ezra was to fetch Mali, and bring her to the Ministry. There were a few more questions to be asked - nothing monumental, all the big facts of the case were pretty clear at this point, just a few little things. That's why the department was assigning people like Ezra to these tasks now; his conflict of interest actually came in handy. He knew Mali, a little bit. Maybe she would trust a friendly face a little bit more after all this time under house arrest.
Things didn't go...exactly as planned. Ezra showed up at Mali's house, honestly thinking she would be happy to see him and even happier for a chance to get out for a while...but it seemed the last place Mali wanted to go was the bloody Ministry of Magic. She put up quite the fight, but eventually, Ezra got her there. He was pretty darn warn down by that time - Mali probably was, too - and he stalked the halls with his companion to one of the conference rooms with a rare frown on his face, and an even rarer silence surrounding him. He led Mali into the room. "Can I get you anything? Tea, water?" Still polite, though.
Mali Johar