Dirk and his parents laughed in the kitchen; it was the first time they’d shared breakfast together in some time and there was a lot of catching up to do. With the Ministry in such chaos at the lack of magic he’d been able to step away for a few days, after all, he couldn’t conduct business with things like this… he doubted most other departments could either. So he’d decided to spend a few days at home and been welcomed with open arms. Neither of his parents knew the extent of the current situation and he was happy keeping it that way. After all, he’d been raised as a muggle and there was was something about it he’d always love.
Plus, no magic meant Death Eater’s hardly posed a threat, they couldn’t stage an attack right now and he didn’t have to fear for his or his parent’s safety. His father could tell he seemed lightly but Dirk just brushed it off as being happy to see them. It was one of the best breakfasts he’d had in years.
After the plates were cleaned up and put away they made plans to go into the city for the afternoon and eat out for lunch, make the most of his holiday and he happily agreed. Dirk picked up the rubbish bag from his mother, gave her a quick peck on the cheek and headed outside to throw it in the wheelie bin.
He looked up as he closed the lead and only them noticed Emmeline; she’d been above him in school so they hadn’t talked much but he’s suspected their parents did; he didn’t think any other magical people lived on the street. But, since joining the Order they’d grown closer. “I’m staying for a few days,” he smiled, “Making the best of all this, y’know? How’re you holding up though?” He knew not everyone was finding it so easy to see the good in a lack of magic.
It was not a silly question, even though Emmeline let out a half laugh at the end of his words anyway. It was sort of like being in the middle again, but this time she did not know in the middle of what. Usually, somewhere between magical and muggle - and who it was okay to share that with. The world felt a little smaller whenever she was reminded that Dirk Cresswell lived so close by, the funny feeling of spotting him in the Hogwarts halls crossed her mind. That first time she saw him was strange, and she wasn’t sure if it had been him or someone who just looked like him. After a while, that feeling settled and reminded her that these worlds were not always so separate, even when she sort of needed them to be more so.
“I’m okay.” her voice softened, as if being too loud could still reveal some institutionally kept secret of the past several hundred years. “But, yeah, me too. I mean...that I’m staying home, my parent’s home, for a bit, just to make sure things are okay.” Emmeline did not think it was wise to assume that the war wouldn’t eventually touch the muggle word. After all, that was sort of the point. And it was her parents she feared for most, often wondering if putting them somewhere in hiding would have been best. The upcoming days would be the most telling.
Her mother seemed nervous a lot of the time, and of course she would be. Emmeline already watched with close eyes whenever she knew her mother had business at the ministry - a known blood traitor. And her dad....he’d never fully get it. “Still feels funny, like I’ve got to be watching them just in case and they think they’re protecting me somehow.” Surely, Emmeline was reliant on magic, but she was no concern to herself at the moment.
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