vices | alastor & fabian | 1st sept, 1977
“I think we will be okay, I will just throw a shoe or something else that will hurt him if he wakes me at four in the morning again.” He said with a grin and got up, grabbing his leather jacket and pulling it on. “Will we need warrant to get to these places? Cause I’d rather stay out of trouble, then again we are part of the law department but even so.” He grabbed his wand and turned towards his chief, “Shall we get going then? I’d rather make sure we catch this bastard before it gets out of hand even more.”
“I was only joking, sir, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Fabian blushed slightly and then let out a laugh, “Do I want to know what the reason for more shoes is? Because I honestly could care less, but I know Dorcas does.” Having known the girl while he had still been in school, her being a few years younger than he was, he knew that sometimes girls just liked shoes. He always thought that Dorcas hadn’t been like other girls.
“Don’t let my sister hear you say that, she will never let me watch my nephews again.” He grinned and shook his head. “My parents did a great job raising us but I doubt we would’ve turned out the same had Molly not been making sure that we would always be respectful. Not that we always listened to her of course, it’s kind lame having to listen to your older sister you know.’ He shook his head. “I love her of course.’
“What, do you sleep in bunk beds or something?” he asked. Obviously the twins would be close, but the way Fabian was describing it made him think of some old faded orphanage room. It was an amusing idea, but he didn’t have long to dwell on it.
“With this lot, you need a piece of paper for going to the bathroom.” Alastor grumbled. He’d always been going on about how tiring paperwork was, but lately it had become a little overbearing. The Ministry wanted a report of everything and Alastor just wasn’t made for a bureaucratic system. He was a bit of a mess in general. “To search through the things? Yes. To simply look around? Absolutely not.”
Amused by the sudden formality, Alastor didn’t bother to tell him, he didn’t actually care about people insulting his living choices. “Apparently, she needs spares because her lifestyle choices include a lot of running, mud and occasional fire. I really just let her get on with it most of the time. It’s not as though her interests bother anyone.”
“Eh, it’s not as though she listens to what I have to say, anyway. If it’s not about the immediate security, I figure she rather disapproves of the rest.” Alastor said, shrugging. He smiled fondly at the description of such familiar relationships and pointed at his watch. “Right, let’s go.”
