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(&& frank)​:

Frank knew that Alice would’ve been worried while he was gone, and he didn’t blame her. He would’ve felt the exact same way if the roles had been swapped. Trying to find that balance between being a worried spouse, but knowing they were doing the same thing as an Auror and Order member. He had to admit, being back home with Alice was perfect though. She was one of the few things in his life that could make him feel like everything was just normal. As she responded, he gave her look that questioned her words. “No, it’s not a crime.” He replied, moving so he was standing in front of her. “But I know you, Alice. Probably better than anyone. And I can tell the difference from your checking me out look and checking on me look.” His hands moved down her arms before they reached her hands. “Talk to me, Alice. What’s going on in that wild head of yours?” His voice soft, knowing it would take her a minute to just open up. 

She rolled her eyes. Because he was right. They knew each other better then most and Alice couldn’t hide much from Frank. She played absently with a plant leaf and sighed. Picking up the watering can she moved away from Frank and played let the water fall over the plants. Inhaling felt her breath go shaky and she felt her eyes well up with water. She hated feeling this irrational, Frank was home and he was safe so why did she feel safe. She struggled to find her words and shook her head, trying to keep the tears from falling. “Frank.” She mumbled his name. “I always have been so scared of losing you. And even before we were married I knew that. But being married now, the risk feels so much higher, it feels so much more. And I didn’t know it could.” Tears fell down her cheeks. “I keep having these nightmares about you not coming back and I wanna make sure you’re here and you’re okay. And i wanna make sure you’re fine.” She looked up at him and felt so utterly silly. 

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(&& frank):

Starter for @a-force-of-alice​

Frank had been stuck for a few days once they had found their target. He had apparated too many times and didn’t have the energy to get back. Add in the fact that he had some minor injuries from fighting the Death Eaters, it took a few days for him to get back home. With people hot on his trail, he couldn’t risk sending any word to those back home, knowing it could be him and them in jeopardy. Needless to say, when he finally did make it back home, he had a lot of people to answer to, including his wife. Most of them understood, but even then Alice was the hardest to explain to. With both of them being aurors and both being in the order, they understood things like this happened, but it never made it easier. Eventually she had come to terms with everything and they were back to normal, or so he thought. 

It was as they were working in the greenhouse, getting things cleaned up a bit, when he noticed Alice’s looks. He could tell she was trying to hide it, but he knew her too well. Finally turning toward her, he let out a breath before finally saying something. “Alice, what’s going on? I’ve noticed you sneaking looks over there.” 

Alice went through a range of emotions when Frank didn’t come home after his mission. The wife mindset, ran through every possibility, that he was hurt, something went wrong, that it was just hopeless. The auror in her knew better, knew something happened and he went with his first instinct and he was laying low. Alice always worried for Frank but something about being married made the fear increase tenfold. But he made his way home and she wasn’t mad but she was relived and shaken up. But there was no way to be mad, he was doing his job. A little bit of time had passed and Alice still had this feeling of fear. They had a few days off and Alice wanted to finish setting up the greenhouse. Moving and getting married and getting everything set up and working was a lot and Alice wanted her safe space. She would worried about a guest room and dining table later but first the greenhouse. Alice didn’t mean too, but she kept glancing over at Frank, watching him making sure he was fine. She didn’t mean too but she was worried about him. “I don’t know. I can’t check out my husband. That’s a crime?”

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(&& james):

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It seemed altogether strange that a week ago they were all dancing together in bliss during the Longbottom’s wedding. The paradox of war set heavy on his chest as he felt the pendulum swinging back and forth. With every bout of happiness came the crash of the bitter reality of war. Seeing Alice amongst the crowd, she was every ounce the warrior he knew her to be, all traces of the blushing bride erased. She was a leader, an Auror, and most of all, someone the Order could count on to help them through this mission. 

James could see his own anger reflecting in Alice’s eyes and he knew it was likely for the same reason. The Death Eaters weren’t above pulling children into their casualties pool, and the last thing James wanted was to see any of them harmed because of this. They were just children and had no business being dragged into this war, and they certainly had no right being made into casualties just because the Death Eaters didn’t value them. 

Nodding, James gave a hum of agreement, “Right. We don’t want to scatter people, and like Marcel said, we don’t want to make them change tactics. However, you’re right about a distraction. It’s a viable option, and one that might give us the opportunity to keep the kids safe while also protecting their target. Even if we don’t know who the target is, we can hopefully keep them safe by keeping the Death Eaters distracted from their mission,” he agreed.

**

Their was some murmurs in the room. Alice knew in this space her words were taken into consideration. Their was no false niceties spewed as if to keep her at bay unlike in the auror room. Her ideas were broken down bit by bit, examined and pushed aside should something feel out of place. And when the first ideas and it came back to regroup, her idea was presented and stolen. It was unfair, it was frustrating but in the Order at least she knew she wouldn’t be torn down or her thoughts claimed as their own. 

“There is a fact that we have to accept and it’s that some of us might get hurt. If we go in believing that our plan is fool proof we risk laziness, we risk more then injuries. But what we cannot risk is getting those kids hurt. But we can’t send them home either.” She moved around for a moment, thinking. “But we can’t get the whole school together. We have to keep them separated. It would make it easier to keep track of everyone. Heads of houses can be with their House but other teachers need to go about their normal routine, it’ll feel to quiet. They can have a check in point so we can keep track of them as well.” She was thinking out loud but her voice never waivered, her stride as if she owned the room. 

As for a distraction, that was harder. “We’ll need something that make sense, because if it’s too obvious then we run the risk of giving away ourselves. Any ideas?” She stood still now, hands on hips and looked around the room, her eyes landing on James again hoping the gears in his brain were turning while she was talking. 

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(&& marcel)​:

Marcel turned as she spoke to the other person, watching to make sure they took the right turn before looking back to Alice as she continued. “Well, glad you two at least got out for a little bit.” He commented, genuinely happy that the two of them got the chance to celebrate their relationship. “Like a bad space or just a general kind of space?” Marcel questioned, unable to stop himself from wanting to know more about whatever case she was working on. 

“She’s just spacy, like her head is somewhere else, had to keep her on track and such, it was like pulling teeth. One word answers for second and then suddenly she just starts talking. But it’s like not fully aware of where she was. And now the doors.” Alice looked up at Marcel and sighed. “We’ll see what happens. What’s going on with you?”

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(&& marcel)​:

Hearing Alice’s voice, he turned to see her approaching and paused as she gave the person their stuff. Well, it was nice to know there wasn’t much he would have to do, mostly because he really wasn’t the best at customer service. When the person left, he turned to look at Alice as he let out a breath. “Already back to work, huh?” He questioned, knowing Frank and Alice wouldn’t be able to be away for long. “How’s the case going? Did they give you anything you can go off of?” Marcel didn’t try to force himself into anyone’s cases, but he often asked to know what was going on around them all. 

“Already back indeed. We got away for a little bit but knew we couldn’t stay away too long. Besides we stayed local, got around saw some sights--” she crossed her arms and watched her witness nearly take the wrong turn. “the next one!” she shouted before returning to her conversation. “simple stuff, really, we figured it would be for the best. probably travel farther for our first anniversary.” She shook her head. “Not a lot but she’s mostly supplemental witness, comings and goings, encounters. She’s corroborated a bunch of facts so I can’t complain. Bit spacy though.” 

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(&& james)​:

Title: Prophecy, Lies, & Manhunts Oh My ( Event 002 )  Date: December 6th Who: Open to Order Members

When the meeting had been called, James had been in the middle of his own personal research and potentially making headway. Part of him had wanted to blow the whole thing off and finish looking over his own files, knowing that the answers were just within his reach. However, he’d promised himself that he wouldn’t let his own vendetta get in the way of helping people in this war, so he quickly changed from his sweatpants into jeans and threw a hoodie over on over his teeshirt and slipped on his sneakers. Picking up his wand with his left hand, he gave an easy flick and apparated to the designated meeting place. 

James stood towards the back as he listened closely to the information that had been passed to them. Frankly, his blood ran cold at the idea of Hogwarts being the next target. There were children there, and James knew full well that the Death Eaters would take out whoever they needed to if it meant getting to their target. Without a clear idea of just who they needed to be protecting, it was hard to make a game plan. James wasn’t an auror, he was a bartender, but he had joined the Order to help. 

With that mentality, he waited until after the meeting had finished before bringing up any ideas of his own. It wouldn’t do well to interrupt, and he knew that the older members in the room had both more experience and more knowledge in terms of strategy than he did. Still, once the officialness had eased and chattering began, James suggested, “We might not know their official target, but I guess my question is, will it matter? What are the chances they go after only one person and leave everyone else in the castle alone? What I’m saying is should we go and put the whole castle under our protection?” he asked. Pushing his hair back he mused, “If we knew the target I’d say we should try to evacuate some of the students, but if we do that now we could send the person they’re after home without even realizing it, putting them in more danger.” 

Alice was aware that she would get one night of pure happiness, of pure bliss. She’d have a few days of ignoring the world and then it was back to work. What she wasn’t aware of was how soon she’d get thrust into this. But this is what she signed up, this is what she needed to do. She grabbed her wand and put whatever was going on in her head and made her way to the meeting place. 

She was the opposite of the blushing bride she was just a little bit ago. Frank needed to talk someone else and she watched him walk off, lost in her own thoughts for a moment. She fiddled with the brand new band around her finger, absently twisting it around and around. When they started talking about Hogwarts being the next target Alice felt a surge of anger rise in her. The kids there had nothing to do with the war, but the death eaters were relentless beings, unafraid of consequences and dealt with aftermath by ignoring it. She felt like she was twelve years old again, ready to fight until her knuckles were bloody and swear words echoed in the halls. 

Alice was about to say something when she heard James speak up. His voice clear. She turned to listen to him speak and nodded. “We could set up a distraction if that is case. We don’t know who they are going after or what they are going after, and speculating is only speculation. Sending people home we’ve scattered everyone, everyone being in central location isn’t ideal when it comes to numbers but it is ideal in being able to keep track of everyone. And we have the better chance of using a distraction. They could expect full force but if they aren’t counting our numbers then we have others elsewhere.” Alice didn’t let her voice falter, she never could because at work it was a weakness. 

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(&& barty)​:

Barty blinked at the young woman who had just ignored him, he watched as she pushed her back against the corner of the wall, keeping her gaze on the creaky wooden door that she had come in through. Her dark curls looked far cleaner than the patrons he normally saw in here and for a brief moment Barty imagined he almost recognized her. (That’s my move to ignore you, he thought to himself) The man pushed his body further on the bar, crawling over it and leaning across the table. 

“Oi! Are you going to order not? Customer’s only,” he said pointing at the sign behind the bar. “Drink or get lost,” he smirked before falling back on the other side he was familiar with. He figured that would have been the end of that, attempting to return to his frail book. The dim light of the smoky bar hit her ring finger just right as a glimpse of gold caught Barty’s eye. He scoffed slightly under his breath. It wasn’t everyday a married woman came into the inn. Was she hiding from someone? Meeting up with a secret lover? Barty crossed his arms against his chest, he leaned against the glass table tsking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Barty was never one to judge another person for their sexual preference or whatever kink they had. Hell, Barty would be the first to admit that he was a bit of a weird-o, but it wasn’t as if he went looking for it. It didn’t bother him if he didn’t or did get it. But whoever this woman was married too, was clearly not getting it. 

Coming out from behind the bar, Barty walked up to the woman’s table tossing her a sticky menu. He rubbed his nose, smacking his lips together. “We ain’t got no specials and I will probably make you the wrong drink if you ask for anything specific.”

She looked up at the man and knew his face, not personally but from other sources. Barty Crouch Jr. That’s who he was. People could try to cover up their families, those personal cases that no one wanted circulating. But the problem was that people talked and Aurors always knew what was going on when it came to matters of lock up. It trickled down, information heard behind thin walls or simply stumbling over a case file that should have been filed in a completely different place.  The man was a few years older then her and she nearly doubted he would remember her. It was that small part of her that never fully trusted her doubts. That’s how people got in trouble. And Alice made herself known while at school. Still if he didn’t say anything, she would say anything. Unless he provoked her. And Alice did not have the best track recorded when that happened. 

The way he spoke to her made her upset. Alice hated to be talked to in that tone, it set off a frustration in her but she remained collected or as collected as she could be. “Maybe I was being fuckin’ polite and waiting to see if the person I’m waiting for wanted somethin’ as well.” Her tone sharp and biting. “You know what the definition of polite is right. Or do you not have enough room with all that incompetence that you exude.” She snapped. Alice had not come in her looking to argue or to even get in a fight with a bar tender who had a record but she also did not have Frank with her. He was 90% of her impulse control. She leaned on her palm and raised a brow. It probably wasn’t her best decision but then again harsh tones and words were not uncommon in this place. “But since you’re so fuckin’ insistent, I’ll have a shot of firewhiskey.”  

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(&& marcel)​:

Marcel had been walking out of training some of the new recruits, his mind distracted by the thoughts of the cases sitting on his desk. One of the nice things about getting to train the new aurors was it gave him time to clear his mind. He didn’t have to just sit and think, but he was able to distract himself and plan. The list of cases he was working on was rolling through his head as he continued through the ministry before noticing someone who seemed like they were lost. Pausing a moment, he wondered if he should offer to help. The antisocial part of him didn’t want to say anything, but the auror won over and he found himself moving closer to the person. “Can I help you with something? Need help finding a specific department?”

Alice just finished conducting an interview with a witness and sent them on their way “Do you want me to show you the way out?” She asked and they shook their head. “Right, remember it’s down the hall and take the third left. We’ll be in touch okay.” She offered a small smile and nodded as they walked away. Alice leaned back as they closed the door but noticed they left a bag. Getting up she made her way out only to notice they were stopped by Marcel. “Or did you just forget this?” She asked softly. 

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(&& barty ):

The air was heavy inside the Hog’s Head Inn, despite the freezing cold November air that linger whenever a burst of wind would move through cracks in the walls or whenever the door flung open. The bar was dusty and smelled slightly of mold. The floors were old concrete blocks and were so lopped-sided that you had to take caution with every step. The room was dark except for the roaring fire that sat between the bar and patron’s tables. A youngish man with long, dark, and dirty hair stood behind the bar, wiping the stained mug rings off to the best of his abilities. One of the customers sitting at the bar grunted the bartender’s name softly under his breath. “Crouch…” Barty Crouch poked his head up glancing at the client. 

“What?” He asked coldly, his dead brown eyes glaring at the old wizard. The wizard stood up, pushing his chair back allowing it to fall to the floor with a hard thunk. The older wizard pushed his hand into his pocket pulling out some silver and bronze sickles and knuts, slamming them hard on the table. “Beer taste like piss,” he grunted as he made his way out. “That’s because it is!” Barty shouted out after him as a gushed of wind washed in causing the fire to flicker loudly. Barty heaved a long sigh before pulling his wand out from his back pocket of his jeans. He waved it towards the fallen chair as a line of silver lifted the chair and set it up right back at the bar.

Barty was used to slow nights like this, hell, he even preferred it. For him, it was never about making enough money or even having it. The cost for a room at the Inn and for unlimited firewhiskey was enough for Barty to want to stay forever. He had been lucky to be in the right place at the right time. The manager at the Inn had grown keen of Barty’s company. He didn’t ask a lot of questions, was always on time, and kept to himself when he was in his room. But that wasn’t the only reason why he liked Barty. Barty in fact had saved his life once. Not that it was Barty’s intention to do so, like he said, right place at the right time. He liked looking for a fight. The manager of the Inn had gotten into a spat with one of the regulars, the client was so furious (or perhaps just really drunk), attempted to curse the owner. Barty, quick on the draw and sharp thinking was quick to counter curse the spell, but while doing so, alerting the authorities in the process. No sooner, his father was there on the scene. Barty was arrested by his father and was forced to serve a month (38 days to exact ) in Azkaban due to causing bodily harm on another person that could have resulted in death. (If only, Barty thought) Once he returned to work, the owner decided to promote him to the head night bartender where Barty could work alone. Most nights the bar was dead, exactly the way he liked it. 

The bartender looked around the bar, an elderly wizard sat at the end with his hood up. His goblet had something smoking out from the top as he drank from it. Barty looked around the bar again, a witch and another fairly older wizard sat in the table in the back talking to themselves in whispers. He tossed his bar towel over his left shoulder pulling out a pocket book on how to break counter curses. The man leaned over, tucking a fist under his chin, now if only no one else would come into the bar it would be the perfect night. If only…

The bar door sung open, the air whipping at the rough edges of his book. Barty didn’t bother to look up from his book, he stayed still before finishing up the page he had been currently reading. He glance up with a bored expression.

“What do you want?”

This was not the place most would except a newlywed to be. The glow of her recent wedding still lingered around her, but after everything Alice still had a job to do and she was going to do that job well. Assignments by herself were rare, often partnered with another man and on the occasion Frank. But she had a feeling she was sent along on this one to test out if she really could do this alone. She was now the only married woman in the auror department. It was frustrating but nothing new and nothing that she couldn’t handle. Besides the assignment wasn’t anything horrific, just a standard talking to, following up on a case that was nearly closed and put away. It was whether or not they would actually show up that made Alice anxious. 

The air was cold, and her jacket was closed tightly against her as she moved through dark streets. She fiddled with her ring absently, pristine and new. She had sent an owl reminding the person that she would be there and anything she had was better then nothing. Alice new better then to get her hopes up, people would talk when they were ready. Alice didn’t mention that she would be alone and she wondered if she should have. Alice wasn’t intimidating in the way some of her co workers were. She was small, with a young face but her presence was domineering. Despite her stature she always walked into a room and made sure everyone knew she was there. Except in cases like these. Or at least she hoped she did. 

Walking into the pub and hearing the tone of the person at the made Alice stand up a little straighter as if she was being threatened. It was second nature at that point. Looking up a the face of the man behind the bar she knew exactly who was talking. She ignored the questions and simply sat down in a corner, back against the wall. Alice kept her eyes locked on the entrance and wondered how long she’d have to stay there. 

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(&& emmeline)​:

“I have no doubt, for the sake of the dress though, I hope it doesn’t come down to that.” A laugh passing her lips at the thought of it knowing that Alice certainly meant every word that she spoke. “Oh, don’t even worry about it, as nice as everything is I can’t say Elizabeth would have enjoyed herself.” A smile on her face immediately at the mention of her daughter, her arms suddenly feeling very empty. “She’s doing marvelous. She’s got a birthday coming up and I do think the only reason Marcel is excited about it is because he thinks we’re only celebrating her.” A shake of her head at the thought knowing that he wasn’t getting off that easy. “Have you to got somewhere great planned somewhere?”

Alice’s laugh was boisterous and she fiddled with her sleeves, slightly shaking her head. “Honestly the dress wouldn’t have matter either way. It’s coming on our honeymoon. I wanted to wear it more then one day, it feels so silly sometimes to only wear the dress once so Frank and I agreed we’d bring the suit and dress. Take some more pictures and have some fun with it.” Alice smiled, “oh that’ll be exciting, what are ya guys gonna be doin’ for her birthday?” she made a mental note to remind Frank they needed to send a gift. 

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(&& james)​:

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Laughing, James shook his head, “Please, you at least have enough class to take them out with the bouquet as opposed to taking them over your shoulder,” he teased, knowing full well that Alice absolutely had balance to her. Putting a hand on his chest, he gave her a teasing grin as he replied, “Stop you’ll make me blush,” knowing full well that banter was one of their prime ways of communicating. A genuine smile formed as he looked at her and he replied, “Good, that’s exactly what I want for you, Al. If anyone tries to ruin it you just let me know and I will put them on their arse before they ever even have a chance,” he promised, knowing damn well that Alice and Frank deserved this moment of happiness more than anyone he knew, and the fact that they were willing to share it with others was a miracle. “You’ve always been a bit of a rebellion, and right now, being ecstatic is the most rebellious thing you can do,” he teased, but he wasn’t fully kidding. Grinning, James nodded, “Brilliant, because I even wore my best dancing shoes for you,” he promised. 

“I picked this arrangement of flowers specifically for that reason. I mean I gotta use that herbology knowledge a few times in my life. A good whack with these babies and throwing people of the shoulder will be unnecessary.” She joked lightly. People often forgot that Alice was just as good with plants as she was at being an auror. Her nose scrunched as she smiled, dreamy as if she was still processing the whole night. “You and me both. We’ll tag team, be a good time. But I’m more then sure that people have learned that trying to mess with this,” she gestured all around her but her eyes landed on Frank, lingering lovingly before returning her attention James. “if they tried to mess with this it becomes personal and when it’s personal I have no qualms about what I would do.” Her face was soft, but her threat always carried an edge. She knew this moment was risky that anyone could try to ruin this happiness but her reputation was built enough to let others know trying would be a risk all in its own. Her mind focused on James again. “Well I should hope so. I did put that on the invite, wear your best dancing shoes!”

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(&& ted)​:

** 

“Oh shush, you’re perfect for each other,” he smiled, pulling back from their embrace. He truly meant it, too. In a moment like this, when his faith in love was so shaken, it was people like Frank and Alice that renewed his faith. “I’m just glad I could be here to be a part of it.” 

she pulled away and fiddled with her veil. “I’ll never think i’m perfect for Frank, he’s so--”she paused trying to find the words that would describe Frank. It was hard because he was Frank, her everything. “Just so, yeah. And I’m not. And I’m not sure I have words but I think of moments. And at the beginning I wanted to push him away, we were two ships passin’ in the night until we crashed. Collided. And I was so afraid I would drown him, pull him into my freezin’ sea. And standing here, i will never understand how didn’t drown but I’m not gonna question it. I’ll never be perfect for Frank, but he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” She focused. “Sorry. Rambled on a bit didn’t I.”

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(&& sybill )​:

Sybill nods and grins, “I can’t say I’ve been to many a pureblood celebration but… Well, even I’m thinking whoever organized this one isn’t the sort of person you aught to be messing with!” She clasped her hands together at her chest, sighing dreamily, “it is all a bit un-neccesary it’s true, but there’s just something nice about feeling like you’re part of a tradition, no? Though I’m sure seeing you walk down the aisle in your dressing gown would’ve put a smile on my face.”  Sybill giggled, “oh I’m alright. You know me, keeping busy with work. It’s nice to be here, I haven’t really had a chance to see anyone in a while.”

"I don’t want to mess with Augusta. She’s not my biggest fan, but she loves Frank and that’s been her driving force for this to go off without a hitch. Although I suppose if I ever had a son I’d be the same way. Maybe. Don’t know.” She shrugged but nodded with a laugh. “I like knowing I’ve got things to pass down now. That they’ll picture of me and Frank and someone will look at it and go I have those earrings. Or I have veil. I don’t know, it’s a bit nice. A dressin’ gown would be quite comfortable though.” Alice’s smiled widened. “Well I’m glad you got to get out. Dress up. Have some fun time for yourself.”

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( && marcel) ​:

Marcel waved his hand at her and shook his head. “While you indeed like to do the unexpected, but some can read you easier than you think.” He teased back, having worked with Alice enough to know her at this point. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Definitely the bubble wand, but I’ll have to see about the cake.” He knew that even if they did take some cake, they wouldn’t be giving Elizabeth any of it till morning. Marcel laughed at her words, nodding his head a bit. There were some similarities between Marcel and Alice, and he felt like how they were about their significant others was one of those things. “Listen, I think at this point most of us can agree, even though it sounds weird and we sometimes struggle with the idea of it, we can’t let them take our good moments. I agree, they win when they take that stuff from us.” It was something that had become apparent when Marcel became a parent. So many small moments with his child that he couldn’t imagine giving them up or letting someone take them from him. “Has Longbottom been making sure you’re fed? I’ve seen hungry Alice far too many times to risk it at your wedding.” 

She hummed, taking his words into consideration and smiled knowing she’d work on that once she got back into the office. But not now, now was something else entirely. “When I was younger my dad used to come home from parties and wake me up with treats he snuck away from the party. He’d light his wand up and we’d sit there until he’d put me back to sleep.” She knew the kid was much to young for a moment like that but she was fond of those moments. “It’s so petty as well. To be happy when they think they’ve taken more and more. And I never pass up a moment to be petty.” She teased. With a nod. “He did. It was like everyone else was trying to deny me food. It’s my day, I can do what I want. We had a nice moment and there were snacks, he knows me. He also knows I’m about to stuff my face with like four pieces of cake and still said I do at the alter, he’s a keeper.” For a moment she thought about the fight they had in the office, how she was terrified in that moment she would lose him. “he’s a keeper.”

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(&& frank)​:

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Frank had been making his way around the room, trying his best to try to talk to as many of their guests as possible. However, there was an announcement of dinner being served soon and Frank felt his stomach grumble a little. Looking around, he noticed Alice already close to their seats and made his way over towards her. Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arm around her and gave a small kiss to her cheek. “Having a good time, Wife?” He spoke, a cheesy grin playing on his lips. As much as he wanted to spend some alone time with Alice, he knew they had to mingle with everyone for a while before they got to spend some time alone. “Are you ready for dinner?” He asked, pulling her chair out for her as he moved. “I’ve only had a few snacks along the way, but I’m so ready for the dinner. Ever since we tried it a few weeks ago, I’ve been waiting for it.” Frank continued with a small laugh. 

Alice was making her way back to their table. There were just so many people she wanted to thank and say hello to but with dinner coming up she would have to do that later. She felt Frank wrap his arms around her and she smiled with a blush. “A fantastic time Mr. Longbottom And you?” She moved as he pulled out her chair to sit down but held on to his hand, intertwining their fingers. Alice stared at him for a moment, a dreamy gaze, her head spinning with happiness. “I’m not sure what kind of question that is. I’m always ready for dinner.” She hummed happily, “I mean nothing beats eating something you made on your kitchen counter but I can’t wait to have this again.”

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(&& emmeline)​:

“Me? Please, I think everyone in the room will agree that it’s you that looks amazing.” Emmeline gushed, unable to control herself as she beamed at the bride stepping back to take in the full dress that was wore. “Definitely not what you’re wearing around the Ministry these days.” A small laugh as she moved forward, unable to resist the urge to hug Alice. “Best wishes, Alice. Truly no one deserves the happiness in this room more than you and Frank.” She assured as she stepped back once more to give the other woman her space. 

Alice wiggled slightly at the compliment, not used to being so dressed up all the time. “You’re very right. Although if push comes to shove I would be more then willing to kick a door down in this dress.” She teased brightly. She embraced the hug happily and smiled. “Thank you so much, although you have every reason to be just as happy. I’m sorry the invite said no children. My mother in law was very much stubborn on that end. How’s the kid?”

[a-force-of-alice]

(&& marcel)​:

Everyone knew this wedding was coming at one point or another. Even when Frank and Alice had that big fight just before they got engaged, Marcel knew they would figure it out. It was weird how they worked together, but they did. Now today, seeing them getting to tie the knot and start their lives together, he was proud of them, happy for them, and wished them the best in life. Marcel had tapped on Alice’s shoulder when he noticed her, laughing a bit at her words. “Do you really think I’m scared of you Alice? I’ve been an Auror a few years more and think I could probably take you.” He challenged, letting a small laugh pass his lips. “And thank you for the invitation. As weird as it feels not to be with our daughter, it’s actually nice to get out just Emmeline and I.” He replied. “Look at you though! You’re practically glowing! Don’t think I’ve seen you this happy since you brought in your first case. Are you enjoying your night?” 

She pushed against him and rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t count your chickens before they’re hatched Marcel. I am the unexpected.” She teased. With a sheepish smile she glanced over at Augusta for a moment. “Yeah my mother in law didn’t want children here, I don’t mind either way but you should take some extra cake to the kid, or one of the little bubble wands. I won’t tell if you won’t.” Rocking on her toes Alice shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve felt this happy since I closed my first case! Well maybe except when Frank proposed again. So Wedding, Proposal and then first case. That order.” She nodded. “I am. I know things are crazy right now but they can’t take away moments like these. They win when they take our happiness and frankly I don’t like when people take what’s mine, so I am enjoying this and enjoying the spite of being happy.” She laughed softly.