When Mal related the story behind the hangover soup that his father had made for him, Dorian listened without saying anything. No words were required, and his silent support was more than sufficient. Besides, it wasn’t a sad story per se, so no comforting words or advice was needed. Still, it was a ...

Perhaps because scissors were a man-made object with a singular purpose and thus was less open to interpretation, Mal’s guess – which was based on his limited knowledge of Korean culture – had been right. And when Cassandra mentioned how one’s zodiac sign was but a small piece of the puzzle, he nodd...

With all three symbols revealed, Cassandra first explaining that there was much room for interpretation when it came to prophecies, and how symbols could have both a positive and negative meaning associated with them. Her elaboration on what snakes represented was of particular interest to Mal, alth...

As Cassandra talked about how divination was not about memorisation and hard facts, and how creative visionaries needed to be cultivated, Mal nodded wholeheartedly. Maybe because he was a Ravenclaw himself, but he never believed in rote memorisation, and instead felt that learning was more effective...

Cassandra was noticeably downcast as Mal mentioned his abysmal Divination grade, a telltale sign of her empathetic nature. She’d make a good professor, of that he was certain. Abruptly the barista sensed a change in the mood in the café as the goblins’ discussion dropped from soft chatter to hushed ...

Mal couldn’t help but let out a chuckle when Dorian described smoking as a “disgusting habit”. As a social smoker he was not in any position to judge, and neither could he honestly say that he didn’t enjoy the brief moments of respite from lighting up. “It’s an occupational hazard for people like us...

Even before looking at the menu, the lady already knew what she wanted: black tea with a cube of sugar. Confident and decisive, and comfortable with a simple and classic choice. “Coming right up,” Mal acknowledged with a nod and got to work. Reaching for one of the tea tins that lined the shelf behi...

Business was always slower during the later part of the afternoon. Not that Mal minded the lull period one bit, for it was a welcome break before the long night ahead of him. Still, the Curious Chimaera was a little livelier than usual, thanks to the group of goblins who came in for a spot of snakew...

Given how Malachi had essentially described his plans for the night as something that was neither fun nor cool, Dorian’s offer to lend a hand came completely out of the left field. For a moment, words failed him and left him fumbling around for something to say. “Um…” It was only when the Auror joke...

As Mal listened to Sean’s description of Ireland, images of lush grasslands and hills came to his mind, reminiscent of the ‘backyard’ of their mobile home (as his parents called it) during his childhood. There would definitely be some differences, of course, and he was curious to see for himself wha...

Seeing a satisfied customer enjoying one of his creations never failed to fill Mal with a great sense of pride and joy. It was always a goal of his to make the lives of those around him better, be it benefiting society with his work as an information broker, or something as simple as making someone’...

Mal almost smiled in spite of himself at Dorian’s reaction, so amused by how flustered the latter that he didn’t even mind the fact that his unintended advances had just been rejected. Mal’s inclinations weren’t a secret, so it was natural for Dorian to read a little too much into his offer, even mo...

The proprietor of The Curious Chimaera looked up just in time to see a familiar face: Sean Sheridan, the flying instructor and Quidditch referee at Hogwarts, and an Irishman. Mal nodded his greeting and smiled, and began to warm up another footed mug even before Sean ordered his drink. He had caught...

[Reserved for Sean Sheridan, but all are welcome!] The moka pot behind Malachi gurgled and hissed for a few moments before quieting down, signalling that the coffee was ready. The young man waved his wand, and the magic began. First, a large footed mug levitated off the shelf, heating itself up bef...

Mal already his suspicions when he saw Dorian fidgeting with his wedding band, and indeed everything clicked into place as the Auror said that he needed a room for the night. That would explain the sensation of warmth and comfort that he had felt when he walked close to Dorian, and why the Auror had...

Everyone had a different reaction to being caught off-guard. Some would literally jump or even let out a surprised yelp, while others would swiftly raise their guard or even instinctively hit back in some way. Most Aurors tended to fall in the latter camp, probably due to a combination of their trai...

(Almost) everything has a price tag Plotting: Informants, clients, allies and enemies In the criminal underworld, almost anything and everything can be bought, as long as one is able and willing to pay the price. And the most valuable thing out there on the market is information: knowledge is power...

Malachi Lee's Threads In Progress Business or Pleasure? – with Artemis Bane A Job that Fits just right – with Harmony Gabriel Daily Dose of Double – with Remy Reynard and Jasce Nighteye Where Paths Diverge – with Alic A Real Hanky-Panky – with Davi Completed What's your poison? – with Sean Sheridan...

<r>It was nightfall by the time Mal concluded his business with his client. What the client described as a straightforward deal was anything but, though that did not come as a surprise to the seasoned information broker. There was almost always much more than met the eye, and it was up to him to tea...

https://i.imgur.com/2eDldUR.png Basic Full Name: Malachi “Mal” Jinhwan Lee Age: 27-28 (as of 2005) Birthdate: 7th March 1977 Hometown: None; born in the United States but led a nomadic lifestyle as a child Residence: London, England Blood: Half-blood Wand: Fir with unicorn hair core, 11¼″, reasonab...