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“I am now,” Frank mumbles gruffly, turning sluggishly onto his other side in order to face Alice. When he first opened his eyes to feel her poking at his arm, he assumed something must be wrong and his defenses were instantly alerted — but her tone of voice lacked the urgency he knew it would take on if there was an emergency of some sort. Ordinarily, being woken up for no reason would make him angry, but several years of marriage had taught him it was nearly impossible for him to get truly angry at Alice. He was too soft around her for his temperature to really rise.

“Do you need something?” He asks, finding her gaze as his eyes adjust to the darkness.

“You were awake already,” she says, dropping a big kiss on his cheek. Probably not true, but it’d make her feel better if she believed that. She pulls back, but doesn’t lie back down. Tilting her head to the side on the headboard of their bed, she says, “I had a dream.”

That’s not a particularly informative statement, not when Alice has a weird dream she has to tell Frank about every other day. But this one. This one might be important.

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Marlene folds her arms in thought. There must surely be things Dorcas could do for her that would be genuinely useful — but what’s the fun in doing this if Marlene doesn’t get to just continue fucking with her? An idea dawns and Marlene’s grin grows, impossibly, even wider. “Alright, how’s this: when I win, which I will, you have to let me take you out on a date. But don’t get any ideas — when I say ‘date,’ I mean the worst disaster of an evening your princess arse has ever had to endure.”

“The worst date ever? You’ve got a lot to live up, my friend,” Dorcas says, laughing. She’s had her fair share of bad dates, set up by her parents who were desperate for their daughter to somehow make herself acceptable in Pureblood high society. She drains the rest of her drink in a swift movement, and places the glass on the table to stick out her hand. “Deal. Ready to lose your pride?”

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There was no point pretending that Marlene’s involvement in the Order didn’t worry Evanna, but there wasn’t much she could do --- and if there wasn’t much that Evanna could do, she wasn’t going to waste her time or breath on convincing Marlene to not do this. She was proud of her sister, the same way she loves her like she always had, but that means she wants her safe. 

When Andrew walks into the room, Evanna looks up and lowers her wand from doing the dishes. She peeks into the pot on the stove as he pulls her into a hug, and steps away to flick her wand at the chopping board. “Marlene says she’s always all right,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “She’s not allowed to tell me much detail, I don’t think. I wish she would, though, I worry about her.”

She sighs, exhaling deeply. Then, she picks up the chopping board and deposits the vegetables inside the pot, using her wand to stir it a few times. “Hey, love, could you check Benny’s temperature for me? He was sniffing earlier today so I gave him some Pepper-Up Potion.”

WHEN: 24th april, 6:15pm WHERE: their house WHO: andrew & evanna

Andrew groaned, hefting the two enormous grocery bags through the front door before using his foot to slam it shut behind him. He could hear the cooing of the twins coming from the kitchen and started to make his way over, when Marlene dashed down the stairs looking harried. She muttered something quickly about ‘order business’ and not wanting them to wait for her to start dinner, and then she was gone as quickly as she’d appeared. Andrew had finally gotten used to that kind of behavior from Marlene, but he had to admit that it weighed on him. He knew he could never be part of this world he’d married into, not really — but the outcome of their war would affect him too. 

He shuffled into the kitchen, carefully maneuvering the grocery bags before setting them down on the counter. His spirits lifted somewhat at the sight of Evanna, and the two babies babbling from their playpen in the corner. Andrew smiled and wrapped an arm around his wife, pulling her to his chest and kissing the top of her head in greeting. 

“D’you know if Marlene’s alright? She just sped off to do some order stuff, it seemed kind of urgent,” He remarked, trying to seem more nonchalant than he felt as he began putting away groceries. 

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There wasn’t much more James hated than feeling helpless --- for being helpless. It was surreal to think a mere half an hour ago, they were laughing with each other and trying to decide whether to order food in or attempt to cook for dinner. It had all happened too quickly, and he was now wandless, bound and currently in a room with his girlfriend and Voldemort.

The ropes around his wrists tighten as he shifts, deciding that keeping his eye on the murderer would probably be better than staring desperately at Lily. 

“Bit pretentious, if you ask me. The name, that is --- but I suppose the entrance is a bit much as well. What do you think he did, pick up a French dictionary to figure out what he wanted?” He won’t let his voice waver out of fear. He won’t. The forceful casual tone was hard to steady, but if Lily could do it, so could he. They were a team.

( They were playing a dangerous game, but at least they were playing together. )

WHEN: 20th april, 8:52pm WHERE: ?? doofenshmirtz evil inc. ?? WHO: lily & james

This was not good. 

Lily’s gaze flitted once more to hers and James’ wands, clutched in the hands of a still-masked figure on the opposite side of the room. The ambush had been sudden and brief, she and James finding themselves hopelessly overwhelmed and outnumbered before they were taken to this new location and told they would now await the arrival of the Dark Lord himself. Lily studied the room, doing her best to find any detail that could tell her where they were, details she could use if they ever escaped and got back to the Order — no, when they escaped. Terror pulsed through her, but she wouldn’t let it show as she turned once more to James, green eyes meeting his hazel-brown ones. She couldn’t communicate to him aloud, but her determined gaze made sure he got the message: we are not dying today. 

Growing almost impatient in her fear, Lily was about to cheekily ask a nearby Death Eater if their Dark Lord was in the habit of making his captives wait, when a dark mist obscured her vision. When it cleared, a tall, pale figure had materialized before them, still wearing his heavy cloak, red eyes glowing beneath the hood through snakelike slits. Lily instinctively tried to reach for James, but thick cords had appeared and bound both of their hands behind their backs. 

“Look at that, Potter,” she trembled, deciding it would be safer to address James less familiarly — the fewer things Voldemort could use against them, the better. “I suppose we can’t expect anything other than dramatics from a man who nicknames himself after Death.” 

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Marlene has to admit she’s surprised — she wouldn’t have pegged Dorcas the type to propose such a wager. If there’s one thing Marlene knows, however, it’s that she never backs down from a challenge. “You’re on, Meadowes,” she replies with a grin, after finishing off her drink with a dramatic flair. “What exactly are we wagering? Can’t imagine Miss Perfect could possibly want anything from me.”

“I want you to teach me how to fly,” falls immediately out of Dorcas’ mouth, blinking with her own surprise at how ready the answer was. Quidditch wasn’t a girls’ activity in her parents’ eyes, and then when they found out she was a Squib --- Well. It just hadn’t been an attainable goal. But Dorcas thinks she’d like to at least learn, before she determined whether she hated it. “Set your terms, McKinnon.”

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WHEN: 25th april, 2:17am WHERE: their flat WHO: alice & frank

"Psst,” breaks the silence of the night. Alice is rolled over onto her side, eyes alight as she searches for any sign of Frank being awake beside her in the darkness. She pokes him for good measure in the bicep for good measure. “Psst. Frank. Longbottom. My love. Dear. Honey. The light of my life. The moon to my stars. The peanut butter to my jelly. The chocolate to my frog. Ooh! The Expecto to my Patronum. That was a good one.

“Love,” she says again, and shifts to hook her chin onto his shoulder. There’s a very good chance she’s batting her eyelids at him, even though he wouldn’t be able to see. “Are you awake?”

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*Romantically passes you the blunt*.

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I wanted to tell her that I like her, but instead I was just an asshole and took her ball.

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You’re crazy. You got no idea.

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LOVE, ROSIE (2014)

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