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Post by Wyatt Kim on Nov 14, 2023 1:03:35 GMT
Wyatt Kim...was not the most popular wizard these days. But he slept pretty well at night. He had followed his gut and done his job...and his gut told him that Lia could be helped. That was why he practiced law. To help those who needed it. He had done his research. He knew what Vadellia Allman had done. But he also knew she had only been fourteen years old when she found out her father was a death eater. He knew she was fifteen when he began to shove her in the direction he wanted her to go after having gone fourteen years without giving a damn about her. He had only come back when word of her special little gift had arose.
Wyatt knew Lia was only sixteen when Voldemort seared her arm with his mark.
He knew she was seventeen when the Malfoy's stole her from everything and everyone she knew. They turned her into a killing machine. They broke and twisted her mind...and then when all was lost, they abandoned her to rot. Lia had been a victim of circumstance...a victim of the Malfoy family...and a victim of Voldemort.
And in turn, she had hurt many people. She was a walking definition of "hurt people hurt people".
And Wyatt knew that if her mind had been twisted, it could be mended. It was evident in the way she hadn't murdered Abram when he found her. She found her humanity...she submitted...and she allowed him to escort her to face her retribution.
She wasn't a monster...she was a tool that had been used for bad.
But the general population didn't seem to agree with him. So Wyatt had taken to eating lunch in the Hogs Head as opposed to the Broomsticks. The food here was nowhere near as good...but it was quiet and people didn't tend to bother him.
So there he was...poured over another case he was handling as he picked at a plate of chips.
Saffron certainly kept him busy these days...
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Post by Cara Duffy on Nov 17, 2023 1:37:46 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","oneword1"] life feels so monotone, but I still keep hoping
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In her time as a Healer, Cara’s learned to care for some of the regulars. Clyde McLeod was one of them. The old man was the current owner of the Hogs Head in Hogsmeade. A lot of his patrons were sketchy at best. He frequently found himself on the fourth floor after being on the receiving end of someone’s wand. He always came in with a story of how it happened, most of it involved breaking up bar fights. Clyde recently spent a few days at St. Mungos after a real nasty wound to his leg. He was healed and discharged, but Cara often thought of him. Her next day off, she made her way to Hogsmeade.[break][break]
Normally, Cara would never be seen inside the Hogs Head, but she wanted to check on her patient. She smoothed her clothes before stepping inside. The twinkling of the bell echoed in her ears as she walked through the door. Hazel eyes scanned the bar before landing on the man behind the bar. Cara smiled softly and stepped up to the bar, her hand coming out to touch the man on the arm. “Hey, I came to check on you,” she told him, bringing her hand down to the counter. “How’s your leg?” The red headed wizard grinned happily when he saw her. “Nothing too bad,” he replied, kicking out his leg and shrugging. “You lot healed me up real good.” He reached down beneath the bar and brought out a large ale mug, setting it on the bar with a bang. Cara sat up straight, raising her hands in protest. “No, I -” Clyde grinned his big toothy grin. “C’mon it’s on the house. Let me get you lunch, too. It’s the least I can do.” Despite her protests, he poured her some ale and ran off behind the bar, presumably getting her lunch. She let out a whoosh of air, hands tapping on the bar. Guess she couldn’t turn down such a generous offer. Her gaze wandered to the rest of the bar again. When she spotted a familiar face, however, she paused.[break][break]
She read the papers, she knew who was commissioning the dark witch’s reformation. Cara pursed her lips, glancing at the back of the bar to see if Clyde was coming back before taking her mug to the table Wyatt Kim was sitting at. Oh, she didn’t know him but she knew of him. They say he was some hotshot Korean Lawyer that got a job at MacCready Law. “Sorry,” she said to him sweetly. “I recognized you from the Prophet. Is Allman really rehabilitating? Sorry again if this is too forward I just -” She always talked too much when she was nervous. “- I’m interested in the case.” She pointed at the chair across from him, watching for his response. If he motioned for her to sit, she did. “How’d you guys even pick this up?” Heat rushed to her cheeks when she realized how crazy this must be and how the poor guy probably just wanted to enjoy his lunch in peace. “Oh, I’m - wow - I’m so sorry for bothering you. I’ll just… go crawl in a hole and die now.”
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Post by Wyatt Kim on Nov 17, 2023 12:33:25 GMT
Wyatt was enjoying the quiet...since the Allman case, Macready law seemed to be much busier so lunch time was generally his time to enjoy a spot of peace during the day...but not always. Occasionally, someone wanted to talk and it seemed like today was one of those days.
Sorry.
Deep, dark eyes flicked up to the young witch standing over him. His back straightened out of respect as he nodded to her in greeting. She kept speaking, referencing where she knew him from and what her interests were. She motioned to the chair across from him as if asking for permission and in turn, Wyatt motioned for her to sit. She didn't seem like a threat or like someone coming to chastise or harass him.
How’d you guys even pick this up?
Wyatt hadn't even had a chance to open his mouth to form a response before she was a glowing red puddle of what he perceived as embarrassment. She apologized and finally, Wyatt cracked a small smile.
"Please, you're fine."
Wyatt Kim's English was much better than his brothers but his accent was still very much prominent. He eyed her a moment...she didn't feel like a reporter...but he'd still have to be a little careful about what he said. Just in case.
"I'm not sure how Mrs. Macready secured the case but yes...Miss Allman is working her way through the Ministry Reformation Program."
He was kind enough...but still a little guarded as he lifted his glass to his lips, sipping on some water as he watched the woman. Setting his glass back down, he extended his hand in what was a more customary greeting than his home country would have utilized.
"My name is Wyatt...Wyatt Kim."
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Post by Cara Duffy on Nov 18, 2023 1:56:13 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","oneword1"] life feels so monotone, but I still keep hoping
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Cara wasn’t one to pass judgment on others, even dark witches and wizards. They were all human and human nature has the propensity for some particular evil or other. She was intrigued by the reformation program. Generations of sentencing law breakers to Azkaban for extended stays and finally there was another option. Did she believe that everyone deserves a second chance at life? Absolutely there’s not a doubt in her mind. Did anyone really deserve to be subjected to dementors? Even as a way of execution it seemed far too inhumane. They were dark creatures that sucked the life and happiness out of you. There had to be better ways and Cara was glad that they were branching out and trying. In her eyes, it meant a new, better world was approaching. One of second chances and happier endings. Allman might be the Ministry’s guinea pig, but she had the potential to make history here. And more than that she had the chance to better herself and the world she lived in. Yeah, Cara was very inspired by recent events.[break][break]
“Oh! Er - Cara,” she said sheepishly, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. “Duffy. Cara… Duffy.” She kind of felt like an idiot. Cara flashed him an awkward smile before raising her drink to her lips. Ah, thank goodness it tasted good. She took another sip and set her mug down, hands wrapping around the base of it. “No, I just wanted to say that I think what you’re doing is amazing.” She smiled more warmly. “It’s been too long of Azkaban being the only answer. I think it’s cool that there’s a better one.” Cara had no clue what the reformation entailed - she saw only the good in it. [break][break]
“I hope you like fish,” came Clyde’s voice as he rounded the corner. “Cos I just caught these this morning.” The barman grinned brightly, holding a plate of food in his hands. “Clyde. You really didn’t have to, you know?” He walked up to the table, setting the plate in front of her. “Aye, but I wanted to. Mr. Kim,” he nodded his head to the wizard across from her before patting her on the back and heading back to the bar. Cara chuckled, looking down at the amazing spread he prepared for her. “Oh, wow,” she breathed, bringing her gaze back to Wyatt. “Clyde’s a regular of mine,” she explained. “I just came to see how he was doing.”
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Post by Wyatt Kim on Nov 18, 2023 13:52:58 GMT
Cara Duffy.
Wyatt wasn't familiar with the name...though that wasn't particularly unusual. Cara appeared to be a bit younger than him...and he had just moved here a few months ago. Honestly, Lia's case was the only reason anyone knew him. He was a small man...standing at only one hundred and sixty six centimeters. He was pretty lowkey in his opinion. Sure, his suits were nice...but most lawyers or officials wore nice suits.
He listened to her go on for a bit about how she thought the Ministry was doing a good thing by testing out a reformation program. That was...surprising. But in a good way. Perhaps that meant there was hope for Lia in this world. And if there was hope for her...there would be hope for anyone.
As she spoke, the barkeep approached them, offering her a plate of food and as he addressed him, Wyatt bowed his head slightly in greeting.
The man eventually shuffled off and Cara explained that he was a "regular" of hers. Wyatt felt his brow lift slightly in confusion. That seemed...quite reversed. Clyde was a barkeep...wouldn't people be a regular of his?
"And what is he a regular of?" he asked curiously. "What is it you do, Miss Duffy?"
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Post by Cara Duffy on Nov 18, 2023 18:37:41 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","oneword1"] life feels so monotone, but I still keep hoping
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Cara started digging into her meal, cutting up the grilled fish and taking a bite. Wyatt Kim asked her what kind of regular Clyde was and what she did while she was chewing. Cara swallowed, taking a quick sip from her mug before replying, “Oh, I’m a Healer.” She offered a small smile, setting her knife and fork down. “Fourth floor at St. Mungos. Spell damage.” She didn’t imagine she needed to expand on that. The Hogs Head wasn’t the most reputable of establishments and that attracted all sorts of folks. Mix in a little alcohol and well, you could probably imagine what came next. “And a bloody good one if you ask me,” came Clyde’s voice from the bar. Cara laughed a little, shaking her head. “Thanks, Clyde.” He raised his hands to show he was done eavesdropping, going back to cleaning glasses with a towel. “He’s one of the favorites on our floor.”[break][break]
She picked her utensils back up and went back to enjoying her meal. After a few bites, she looked back up at Wyatt. “Has Great Britain been treating you well?” It must be hard to leave your home country and move to an entirely different one. She only knew what the papers told her of the wizard, but she was interested to know more. And besides, she interrupted his lunch so she might as well try and make a new friend.
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Post by Wyatt Kim on Nov 19, 2023 20:26:02 GMT
A healer...
Wyatt nodded in understanding as she elaborated a little, letting him know that she worked in spell damage healing. Impressive. But as he was about to reply, the barkeep piped up again...clearly not ready to just leave them be yet. Wyatt kept his poker face in place but internally, he began thinking of other places he could go for lunch. He came to the Hogs Head to be left alone...
And while he could forgive and overlook the young girl who had stumbled in, writing it off as a "non-common occurrence"...he was growing frustrated with the way the barkeep was hovering about.
Cara mentioned how Clyde was apparently a favorite in her department and he nodded, not having much to say on the matter.
Has Great Britain been treating you well?
Wyatt nodded.
"It is nice," he offered. "Some people are less enthused about my role in the recent trial than you are...but overall, I like it here."
He had put it lightly. Wyatt had been on the receiving end of a lot of hate mail and threats since securing Lia's life in the Ministry. But he had made peace with it. It was the cost of doing what he thought was right. And there really was no sense in bringing it up in conversation...at least not unprovoked. He wouldn't avoid the subject if the girl mentioned it. But as it was, he tilted his head slightly.
"Has the United Kingdom always been your home?"
He...didn't particularly care. But returning a semblance of interest in her was only polite and kind. Besides...most of his friends, he hadn't initially cared to get to know. So perhaps she would surprise him.
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Post by Cara Duffy on Nov 20, 2023 22:01:24 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","oneword1"] life feels so monotone, but I still keep hoping
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Cara could only imagine how cruel some of the wizarding world had been when the news came out. There were a lot of conservative witches and wizards out there and just as many had been directly affected by Allman’s path of destruction. It wouldn’t be surprising for her to hear about hate mail being sent. In fact, she’d wager that a lot of it was sent via Howlers. People, in Britain especially but in general, were set in their ways. Not many would have the foresight to see a different option when Azkaban has always been there. Even fewer still would approve of it. Cara nodded solemnly at his statement, reading in between the lines. At least he seemed to be looking on the bright side, though she had no way of knowing if this was true.[break][break]
He turned the question back on her. Cara pushed her food around her plate. “Yes,” she said simply, glancing back up at him with a small smile. “Born and raised in Ireland. I’ve had a good life here.” She took a bite of her fish, chewing slowly before washing down with more ale. “Some of the people can be rather small-minded, but I just think they’re stuck in their own ways.” In her time at St. Mungos, she had been on the receiving end of a lot of abuse. Hurt people hurt people, she guessed. She never blamed her patients, only the hospital that turned a blind eye to it. “I think it’ll take time for the wizarding world to warm to the idea of the Reformation Program, but in the end I’m sure they’ll see the good it can do.”
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Post by Wyatt Kim on Nov 23, 2023 0:16:40 GMT
Yes.
Wyatt listened, swirling his water in his glass absentmindedly as Cara told him about growing up in Ireland. He had only been here a matter of months and he was already well aware that people here could be incredibly closed minded. Both to his work, and his private life. But he was pretty used to it at this point. Now he just followed his heart and did what he thought was right.
I think it’ll take time for the wizarding world to warm to the idea of the Reformation Program, but in the end I’m sure they’ll see the good it can do.
Wyatt nodded.
"I'd like to think so. Lia has been doing better than expected on all counts. She is wandless and powerless but seems to be making the best of each trial. I have faith in her. I believe the world will see it soon enough."
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