1994-11-01: Honeydukes Fixes Everything

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Scene Title Honeydukes Fixes Everything
Synopsis After being obliviated, Holly's kind of lost. Said Obliviate spell can't stick, though, and Jack helps fill in the holes in her memory.
Location Honeydukes/Holly's House
Date Nov 01, 1994
Watch For That letter, and Mo being protective.
Logger Holly

She remembered that chocolate helped with the dementors, so maybe if she can get hold of more of it, it'll help with whatever kind of hangover she has left from the night before. Still, she only remembers having one vodka, and she surely wouldn't be so irresponsible as to get herself drunk. And yet, here she is, still feeling fuzzy. It's not so pleasant, though.

She's been standing in front of an array of Honeyduke's chocolate for the past ten minutes. She picked one a long time ago, but then she sort of zoned out, and now, Holly's just staring. There's no lack of memories to blanket over the ones Tiana hid. They're still there, just mixed up and in little tiny pieces…

Eventually, she heads to the counter so she can pay for her chocolate. But she gets side-tracked on the way by little ogre-shaped wax candies. That reminds her… Something about a seal. Wax seal. But damned if she can remember farther than that!

—-

Dementors. Jack's been running into them on almost every worksite. He's been casting his little bunny patronus more than when he was learning it. However, there's another aspect to getting away from a dementor attack, and it's chocolate. Medicinal grade, high-quality Honeyduke's chocolate. He strolls into the shop, and spots Holly. He frowns as he takes in her posture and expression. "Miss Maplewood," he calls, gently, gesturing for Mr. Flume to come over so he can order some of the 'good stuff' from him.

—-

Speaking of Patronuses, Holly's not sure what hers is just yet. Actually, that's not entirely true; it's a roundish silvery ball-thing. She's getting better at it, though, and she's sure that if her life was in danger, she might be able to do better than that. When Jack calls her, she continues looking at the wax candy ogres just a little longer before she turns her head to look at him. Smiles. "Hey, Jack," she says, dull eyes meeting his, then just sort of wandering past his face to a point over his shoulder. What did she have for dinner last night, anyway?

—-

Jack frowns. Something's up with Holly, and he isn't sure whether she'd like his help or not. However, he does offer it. "Holly, are you okay?" Since she's used his name, he feels fine doing the same. "Is there something I can help you with?" When the proprietor comes his way, he gives his order: three extra large bars of medicinal grade chocolate. "Thank you, sir." Jack says, quickly, then pulls out one of his 'cards.' "I've got an office just around the corner now." If the man needs to find him, or if something goes wrong, Jack wants him to be able to contact him.

—-

See, that's the question, isn't it? She narrows her eyes, purses her lips, looks for all the world like she's trying to focus on the right answer, and then watches as Jack hands the other man his card. No, she hasn't lost her concentration in those few seconds, but she does take the extra time to think. "Y'know, I'm not sure," is her eventual answer. Usually, she'll at least try to sound proper when speaking with the people in this country. Now, she's making no effort. "Can't remember much of what happened last night. It's kinda weird. Um." Her head snaps to the side as she turns her attention back to those candy ogres. "…Hm."

—-

Now, Jack's really worried. He frowns, and pulls out his wand, twirling it in his fingers for a long moment. "Would you allow me to check and see if there's a curse or something on you?" He's not about to just start casting random things at the woman. "I mean, my specialty is cursed items, but many of the same rules apply…" He watches the old man wrap up the chocolate, measuring out the correct amount. "If not, maybe we can find a mediwitch or -wizard to do it for us." He purses his lips. "I know there's one up at the school, but she's so busy…" Poppy's amazing, but only one woman. He's running his mouth a little, too.

—-

At least Holly's not too proud to admit that she knows something's wrong with her. She just has no idea what it could be, because her memory's so full of little holes from the night before that it's hard to focus on any one thing. It's like having amnesia, she's supposed. "You can check people for curses?" she asks, then realises she kind of knows the answer to that. Focus, Holly. Focus. For some reason, the idea of allowing someone else to cast any sort of magic on her is unnerving, but again, the 'why' escapes her. What follows is an almost flippant, "Nah, you can do it."

—-

Jack starts with a basic Finite, which many people overlook. When there's no change, he hmmms. He casts a diagnostic spell on her, and something glows, but he's not sure what it is. He frowns. "Okay. Something was cast on you, but I have no clue what it is." You can't obliviate objects. "Do you mind if I check your wand?" He holds out his hand with a frown, curious at the situation. The mystery. That's what drew him to breaking curses in the first place. "I just want to do a Priori Incantato on the thing. To see if it has any clues. Sometimes…" He shrugs. "I dunno. Just seems like the thing to do."

—-

Maybe she suspected it all along, but when the diagnostic comes up positive, Holly's actually kind of surprised. Mostly because try as she might, she can't remember anything being cast on her.

Yes, she does mind if he checks her wand, and her brows draw downward over her eyes at the thought. Something about handing over that doesn't sound like a very good idea, either. Thus, it's with hesitation that she removes it from her pocket and hands it over.

The last spell cast was Episkey. There was a scrape on her forehead that she had to heal. Before that, Ennervate. Obviously someone woke her up from something. The one before that was Obliviate.

—-

Jack understands her hesitation. He frowns, and watches the images. "You staunched some bleeding. Then there's an Ennervate, and before that…" He pauses, examining the picture, and connecting it with what he knows. "Obliviate. Would you have obliviated yourself, Holly?" He isn't sure why someone would do that, but another reason isn't forthcoming at the moment. He hands the wand back, and thinks about the colors and arithmancy of the spell in comparison to the colors and shapes in the diagnostic. "I can't guarantee it, but I think that's the one that's showing up on your diagnostic. You either wanted to forget something, or someone wanted you to forget."

—-

Obliviate? She tries to remember, rolling her eyes to one side, before shaking her head. "Well, truthfully, if I'd obliviated myself, I probably wouldn't remember… why… I was…" Again, she shakes her head. "No, it wasn't me," she states, worry colouring her voice. Someone must have had a reason to erase her memory, though, and that worries her more than she'd like to let on. "I mean, I woke up in an alley. There was this girl there, she said she'd… call a cab or something. I don't think I'd ever seen her before. I couldn't even tell you what she looks like now. Before that, I was at a restaurant." She thinks for another couple minutes, then, "I don't even remember what I had for dinner."

—-

Jack frowns. "Wow. That's…" He's not sure what to think about that. "Well, I don't know much at all about that spell, except what they taught us at Hogwarts. Which was quite a bit, but that's been…" He doesn't specify how long it's been. "Were you hurt in other ways?" There's an obvious intentional question to that, and he tries to be gentle about it. "Do we need to take you to a Healer?" He's really worried now. There is a whole gamut of things that fall under the category of 'don't want them to remember.' "

—-

The consequences of being obliviated are starting to hit her like a whole truck full of bricks. What if something was stolen? What if she realised something that someone needed her to forget, and did a really shoddy job of reciting the spell? Obviously it wasn't perfect, because Holly is slowly recalling things. Like those wax ogres. The wax seal on a letter, right? She hadn't had a chance to read— "…I have to get home. There was a letter," she says suddenly. For some reason, that letter suddenly seems extremely important, and she hasn't read it yet— That she remembers, anyway. "You, come." She reaches out for his sleeve, as if she means to drag him along, leaving her selected candy bar sitting on a random shelf. She can always get it later.

—-

Jack nods, and pays for his chocolate and her bar. It will help, he's sure. He isn't afraid to go along with her. "Right. Let's go. You can see what that letter is…" He thinks for a moment, and then, speaks softly, just so she'll know. "I was at the Leaky Cauldron last night with Tally de Riviat of the Weird Sisters and Christopher Faulkner of the Hitwizards." To prove this, he pulls out a little card that's been signed by Tally herself. He casts a charm, and there is a soft glow from the words, showing yesterday's date. That he can do.

—-

She has no idea that the letter itself is from Christopher. Then again, it's anonymous anyway, and it's a warning that would have much better served her last night. Now that the Prophet is out, now that everyone knows…

Tiana can't possibly know what she might have done. Then again, Holly can't know what Tiana did anyway. Maybe it'll come back to her one day. "I don't think you did it. I think whoever was standing over me in that alley did it." A blank face that she can't recall, no matter how hard she tries. She remembers that same blank face being in the restaurant. Salad. She had a salad! "Don't know why anyone would want to erase my memory, either. I just hope it didn't have something to do with this letter…"

It's awhile before they reach Holly's house. Unlocking the door, she heads inside; there's a spotted cat who will growl as soon as she sees Jack, but she doesn't make any attempt to leap on him.

—-

Jack walks along, listening. "Okay, I just wanted to reassure. I wanted you to know that…" As they reach her house, Jack spots the cat. "Who, Momma." He smiles. "That's a very interesting pet, there, Holly. I like him? Her?" He makes no assumptions. "I just have a leetle kitty." He holds out his hands to show the size of Ten. Ten's a fairly normal sized kneazle. "Well, that'd be silly if they didn't take the letter, huh?" He frowns.

—-

Mo jumps up on the counter as Holly turns up the lights and opens the blinds. "That's just Mo. She doesn't like anyone at first." The cat's yellow-green eyes never leave Jack. She just stares, growling, threatening to jump at him at any time, as Holly calmly goes to the hall closet and fishes through the coat she was wearing last night. She pulls out a letter and an envelope. Well, it's been opened, anyway, but at least she still has it. Looking it over, her frown deepens in degrees until she scowling. See, she hasn't even read the Prophet yet this morning, so this is brand new news to Holly, too. "Someone was trying to warn me." And someone else evidently didn't want that warning passed along.

—-

Jack nods. "Hello, Mo." Jack's gaze doesn't leave the cat, either. "She's beautiful, Holly." And then, Holly is finding the letter and reading it. "What's it say? What was it about?" He frowns, keeping it light just in case the big kitty finds him a threat with the look.

—-

The smile she offers Jack still contains some abnormal distance in her eyes, but it's there, and she'd really love to talk about Mo all day. The cat's her pride and joy, and she can also make tea. That's another story, though. "Ah, someone was trying to warn me that Umbridge has taken over as the Minister of Magic. No signature." She tosses the opened letter down on an end table. "With my own wand," she says, then swears, the smile completely leaving her face. It's not too often that Holly will allow herself to get angry. But with her currently-destroyed memory and the revelation that she really needs to make sure everything she owns - PLUS her client - are all still safe… She's earned it. "People really will do anything here, won't they? I'll just need to … be more careful." She runs her fingers through her hair. Sighs.

—-

Jack's first urge is to step closer and comfort her. However, between the fact that she's feeling unsettled and Mo's presence, he stifles that urge. "Really. I think it's the 'war mentality.' We've gotten so used to this good guys versus bad guys thing that everything gets all tangled up in it, and everybody's …" He's careful with his next words. "Everybody's higher brain functions seem to go out the window." He chuckles morosely, trying to make the situation a little lighter. "Do you want me to stick around for a while?" He runs a hand through his hair slowly, ever mindful of Mo.

—-

"Maaawwwwwrrrrrr…" says Mo, threteningly.

"Or their memories," she agrees, pressing her lips together. There's humour in Jack's statement somewhere, and one day, she might be able to laugh about it, but at the moment, Holly's just incredibly frustrated. "Thing is, I can feel it. It's all there. It's just… I can't think of it right now. So whoever did it was in a hurry, and they didn't even take the letter." What should she do first? "I'm gonna need to visit my client. But— uh." There's stuff. Everywhere. "I'm going to need to make sure everything's here first. You said you can detect curses on objects. Do you think you can take a look at my house? Make sure no one's been tampering with anything?"

—-

Jack nods. That's fairly standard. He waves his wand again, and frowns. "No one's tampered with anything. There are a couple protection spells on Mo's collar, basic cold and hot preserving spells in the kitchen, and the wards are humming nicely…" He throws those in to make sure they're supposed to be that way. "Other than that, I can't detect anything different. And definitely nothing dark. Nothing newer than those stupid smelly paint things folks were throwing at your house, anyway." He hates to remind her of that, but it comes to mind.

—-

Anyone who thinks she's here for the sole purpose of making a name for herself can shut up. This isn't worth it, honestly. The idea that she could clear an innocent man is enough for her, even if it's gonna end up being the death of her in the end.

"Okay, the house is safe," she says. For now, seems to be implied within that statement. Doesn't mean there isn't some stuff missing. Her wards are good, but she's possibly up against Ministry here, and a well-placed Accio could simply remove some of her papers from her house, and she'd be none the wiser. "Hate to ask you this, 'cuz it's going to take forever, but would you mind helping me catalogue my files?" Right about now? Jack's the only person she actually trusts.

—-

"I'm pants at that, but I surely can. Just point the way." Jack hired a secretary for a reason, but he's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure she's okay. It's just how he is. "How are you on food? I can summon Janet and get her to bring us somethin'?" A quick tempus shows him that she wouldn't be overy busy. "That's Mum's house elf. Or the one I like the best, anyway. Mum won't mind." Especially in a situation like this. "She's always havin' her bring stuff to the office." To make sure the boy eats. "Where do we begin?" If he were wearing long sleeves, he'd be rolling them up right about now.

—-

"Food would be good. Just no… You know, erasing my memory after." It's an attempt at a joke, though Holly's almost too out of it to actually laugh.

Surprisingly, there are already piles and piles of documents on the case, most sorted into binders, but some stuffed inside books out of conveniece. Holly's never listed all of them, because she's never needed to. She's just always known what she has. It's become necessary, though, with Umbridge in charge. Gathering them up, she sets the lot of them on the floor. After summoning a notebook for each of them - She prefers those over sheets of parchment - she sits down. "Pick a pile and start writing down what's there." It's sensitive information, but given that Jack has access to Sirius, that should be okay. "File titles, dates, contents. Whatever you think's important."

—-

After a few minutes of work, the fact that she did ask for food strikes his memory, and he whistles again, a high, strong, short whistle. "Janet?" The diminunitive creature shows up rather quickly, dressed in an impeccably pressed towel with the Noble seal on it. "Janet, this is my friend Miss Holly. Miss Holly and I are hungry." He speaks clearly but kindly to the elf, and frowns, turning to Holly. "Anything specific you're hungry for, or whatever's in the pot tonight?" Janet speaks up. "Master Icarus? Janet is making steak and baked potatoes and vegetables for Master Michael and Mistress Edana and the boys." Jack nods. "That'll work for me, then." He waits for Holly's response.

—-

Holly's never really considered House Elves. She knows they exist, but given that they're rarely seen, she's just never bothered to think about them, so when Janet shows up, she's a little surprised. "Icarus?" she mouths to herself. Maybe when the situation's not so dire, she can ask about that one. "Oh, that's fine," she replies, when she realises that she's being adressed. "And I've got something to drink in the kitchen."

After the food arrives and they eat, there's still a whole lot of work to be done. In fact… They won't finish until it's well after dark. At least by then, Holly's head is feeling a bit clearer, but she still can't remember who it was that obliviated her, or why.

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