Who asks the other on dates? For their first official date, one that wasn’t centered around an Order missions or stakeouts for work, it was Amelia. And it wasn’t so much that she had asked him on a date, but more of an insistence on her part. She wanted to go to dinner, he would be the one taking her, and she wouldn’t accept no for an answer. In the subsequent dates that followed, however, Alastor was always the one to ask her.
Who is the bigger cuddler? Amelia, although it has leveled out over the duration of their relationship. When Alastor is the one who initiates the cuddling, the routine is almost always the same: they have just finished dinner and retreated to the sitting room, where he promptly pulls her into his embrace. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, it isn’t long after he begins stroking her hair that her eyes get heavy and she falls asleep in his arms. Once reaching a point where the exhaustion begins to settle in him as well, he carries her upstairs, where they fall asleep relatively soundly for the remainder of the night.
Who initiates holding hands more often? Amelia. An intensely private person, Alastor is not at all a fan of PDA. While the same definitely isn’t true of her, Amelia does her best to respect that about him, something that has come much easier with time. On certain occasions, usually in the company of friends or a social situation where such gestures are acceptable, she will reach for his hand, and his fingers will quickly interlock with hers.
Who remembers anniversaries? Alastor, who has always been the far more apt one to remember important dates and special occasions. Amelia barely knows what date it is half of the time; even if she were to remember, she has never been particularly concerned with keeping track of such particulars, although she does try for his sake. The opposite is true of him, and Alastor, knowing full well that she’s never had much of a mind for such matters, is quick to provide several reminders leading up to whatever occasion might be approaching.
Who is more possessive? Alastor, although she has never really viewed his predisposition in an overly negative or controlling way. As much as she might have made insistences to the contrary initially, she quite enjoyed the fact that he was so blatantly fierce in his guarding of her care. Rather, Amelia has come to understand that this is just how he shows affection to those he loves and cares about, even if it does sometimes come across as overly assertive or overbearing. Who gets more jealous?Neither. They have always been incredibly confident in each other and their relationship. As far as they are concerned, entertaining such notions is an entirely ridiculous and blatant waste of time and energy. They have far more things to concern themselves with.
Who is more protective? Alastor. Even before they were a couple, he had always been fiercely concerned with protecting her well-being. Not that she isn’t more than capable of holding her own when necessary, but he has always felt a certain obligation to make sure she is well-cared for.
Who is more likely to cheat?Neither. The idea of being unfaithful is a concept completely unfathomable to Alastor. He has seen the damage that inevitably follows in the wake of infidelity, and he would never dream of inflicting anything of the sort upon her, and the same is true of Amelia. Having witnessed everything that happened between Edgar and Hestia, she would never do or say anything to potentially put herself in a similar situation. They are passionate and steadfast about a lot of things, but perhaps nothing quite as much as preserving their relationship and not allowing anything to jeopardize it.
Who initiates sexy times the most?Amelia, and with some regularity. An incredibly affectionate person, It’s rare that a day goes by without her getting physical intimate with him, in one way or another. She has a strong sense of when the moment is right and when it isn’t, but when it is, she doesn’t waste a single moment. Some days it is initiated by wrapping her arms around him when he’s up late in the study, and others it entails her giving him a deep-tissue massage after returning from a particularly grueling mission. His efforts in this area, while less frequent than hers, are decidedly less subtle. All it takes is a single look from him before he has her swept off her feet, in more ways than one.
Who dislikes PDA the most?Alastor. He is an intensely private person, both the result of his upbringing and personal preference. However, being with Amelia for as long as he has been, he has started warming up to the idea. On occasion, he will hold her hand during a dinner or professional function, wrap his arm around her shoulder during a late-night stroll or kiss her on the forehead, just because he knows that those small gestures are very meaningful to her.
Who kills the spider?Alastor. Not that Amelia wouldn’t or is afraid to, but it’s almost always him that sees and disposes of them, well before she even has the chance to notice its presence in their vicinity.
Who asks the the other to marry them?Alastor. While he’s not normally not a fan of grand romantic gestures, this is the one thing he wanted to get right - not just by Amelia, but by the important people in her life. Starting with Edgar, her parents and the rest of her social circle, he took proper care to obtain their blessings over their marriage, as well as gaining a better understanding of how to go about proposing to the undisputed love of his life.
Who buys the other flowers or gifts?Neither. They are far more interested in creating experience and making memories of value than they are purchasing gifts that quickly perish or can be easily lost, and usually are, if Amelia is the recipient of them.
Who would bring up possibly having kids? Amelia. The first mention of their children was brought up completely in jest, after making a comment about how they’d need something else to occupy their time, now that the wizarding war had ended. This was followed by a long conversation between them about the prospect of having children, and after just a few weeks of actively trying to start a family, Amelia became pregnant with the first of their two children.
Who is more nervous to meet the parents?Alastor, but you never would have guessed it by looking at him. Although he never expected to have to demonstrate them, he was raised to be well-informed on these matters and pulled out all the stops when accompanying her to a dinner with her family. The dynamic between Amelia and her siblings and parents was a stark contrast to the cold rigidity he was used to with this family, and while initially bewildered at their loving interactions with each other, Alastor quickly warmed to them, and it wasn’t much longer that her parents considered him as one of their own.
Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry?Neither. During their entire relationship, they have only had one fight that lasted more than a few hours. They got into an argument, the details of which neither of them even remember at this point. Not long after their spat he left in a huff, and shortly after she was asked to participate in what was supposed to be a quick and relatively painless Order mission. It had been anything but, and after having heard Dumbledore had sent her off, he assumed the worst had happened, and then some, understandably so. It was days before Amelia managed to get back home, each one more agonizing than the next. When she eventually made it home, beaten, bloody and barely coherent, they make it a point to never go to bed angry or apart from one another.
Who tries to make up first after arguments? Amelia. Their arguments don’t last very long, but of the two of them, she is the far more impatient person. The small period of time they go without speaking is difficult for them both, but it is particularly taxing on Amelia. Alastor is very much aware of this, and while she might be the one to initiate it, they make up with each other almost instantly after that.
Who tells the other they love them more often? Both, although they are to type to show each instead of telling each other. Sure, it’s nice to hear and be reminded that you are loved fully and unconditionally by your partner, but in their shared perspective, seeing actions that match those sentiments hold a much bigger weight between them.
General Appearance: Fondly called ‘angel’ by her parents as a child, Kinsey’s features reflect that of her least favourite nickname - wide blue eyes, round face, wavy hair and a rosy but entirely spotless complexion.
Personality: Wicked sense of humour. Fiercely loyal. Incredibly independent and intelligent, but also impulsive and impatient. Soft-spoken yet strong-willed.
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw, although there was serious consideration given to Gryffindor.
Special Talents: Kinsey has always been gifted, particularly when it comes to Charms and Potions. She later developed a talent for non-verbal spells and wandless magic. She also enjoys writing, taking over as the co-editor of the student newspaper during her sixth year, which resulted in her aspirations to pursue a career in magical publications. Much to the chagrin of her fathers, she also remains the undisputed champion of Wizard’s Chess and Exploding Snap in the Lupin-Black household, even now.
Who They Take After More: Remus. Amelia isn’t completely absent from the life of the daughter she helped conceive, but she keeps a comfortable distance. She will occasionally stop over for tea and biscuits, and is quick to offer advice from a womanly perspective, whenever Kinsey asks her for it during their visits.
Personal Headcanon: Good friends since their Hogwarts days, Amelia and Remus had a long-standing arrangement. If they reached a certain age and found themselves both wanting children and without partners of their own, they would conceive and co-parent a child together. This conversation had taken place after a night of entirely too much Firewhiskey. Somehow, they both managed to remember the details of that conversation with vivid recollection. Amelia couldn’t help but recall this arrangement after a conversation with Remus, where he ruefully expressed his desire to start a proper family with Sirius. While happily married to Alastor, they didn’t want children, even if their professional endeavors allowed for such things. Amelia, being a woman of her word, was quick to mention their agreement, also reminding him that medical advances in both Muggle and magical could easily provide a solution. Remus quickly laughed off the idea, followed by an insistence he could never impose on her in such a way, upon the realisation that her offer wasn’t a facetious one. But she wasn’t taking no for an answer; knowing all they had been through, both individually and as a couple, she could think of no two people quite as deserving of a family. She had found her happy ending with Al, and she would do whatever was necessary to make sure one of her oldest and dearest friends could do the same.
“Lia, little sister dearest, don’t forget whose house you’re intruding in,” he said, already knowing he was going to give in any time now. Ed had a hard time saying no to her, even when he was as crabby and tired as he was now, which is to say, very crabby and even more tired. “Oh, I’m your favorite brother in the entire world? And this whole time I thought it was Jere Bear!”
“Alright, alright, fine. You owe me big time, though,” he said, grinning. “Like, if this blows up, you owe me fifty high fives and two galleons. Deal?”
“Me? Intruding? On my own flat? Blimey, Ed, you’re more out of it than you look,” Amelia teased, unable to hide the look of delighted humour that quickly spread across her features. Sure, it wasn’t technically her flat. But she spent just as much time there as her training quarters, if not more so. If he really wanted to keep her out, there were ways to go about that, starting with the key that was carefully concealed under the doormat (although the making and placement of said key had been her doing, one she wasn’t sure Ed was entirely aware of).
Even in conversation, Amelia refused to acknowledge Jeremiah with anything other than a disgruntled sigh and an eye roll, quickly returning her attention to the far more important matter at hand. “For you, I’ll even make it three galleons.” Patting the side of his cheek, Amelia stood to her feet, starting towards the opposite side of the room, a look of inspired determination on here face. With any luck, he’d still be relatively groggy and would blindly agree to what was sure to be either a really brilliant or terrible idea. “Speaking of blowing up, I just got an even better idea. You still got the rest of those dungbombs?”
She had felt herself moving to the music ignoring some of the guys when she felt someone bump into her. Violet had never cared much about personal space. Especially here as long as someone wasn’t trying to grab her grope her she didn’t think anything of it so when the girl started apologizing she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her. “I’m fine. I’m built tougher than I look.” she teased. “You alright though.” she asked over the loud music
“As long as you’re alright, I’m alright. I’m definitely alright,” Amelia grinned, leaning closer into the girl’s ear-line, speaking her slightly-slurred assurances as clearly as she could manage. While she wouldn’t have chosen to stumble upon the girl in the way that she had, her only real regret was that she hadn’t made her way over considerably sooner. Looking down for just a moment, she noticed that the last of her drink since spilled on her top. “Can’t say the same for my shirt, though,” she noted, shrugging her shoulders, a certain air of jovial amusement in her movements as she shook the empty cup in her hand. “Join me for another round before the next set starts?”
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Names: Asher Adonis and Arielle Athena. Two years apart, almost to the day.
Genders: Male and female, respectively.
General Appearances: Looking at Asher and Arielle, there isn’t any doubt of their parentage.They could easily pass as fraternal twins and have been compared to such on more than one occasion. They inherited the general facial structure, athletic build and sparkling eyes of their father, and from their mother comes their strawberry blond hair, rosy complexion and trademark smile.
Personalities: While they share many of the same physical attributes, Asher and Arielle are alike in many other respects. From early on, they have both maintained a sense of child-like wonder and contemplative curiosity, one that has continued to grow and flourish beyond their infant years. They are playful and perceptive, never ones to shy away from speaking their mind (although that has much to do with the fact that such things are encouraged in the Moody household). Having inherited their mum’s infectious laughter and penchant for mischief, there isn’t a day where they aren’t laughing, often the result of something the other has said or done. Life is meant to be lived and to be enjoyed, and both of their personalities reflect their shared passion for audacious adventure.
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor, the pair of them. Just as their father was and just like many people thought their mother should have been.
Special Talents: A shared predisposition for mischief, although their antics are usually harmless and never of ill-intent. They also discovered a certain flair for defensive magic and transfiguration once they started attending Hogwarts. Individually speaking, Asher has always fond of reading, and Arielle loves anything and everything about Quidditch.
Who They Take After More: The perfectly complimentary blend of both parents, Asher and Arielle share a mix of their traits and appearances, tendencies and dispositions.
Personal Headcanon: Alastor and Amelia were many things to many people, but traditionalists had never been one of them. But after the war came a radical shift in their priorities; not that there weren’t important battles to be fought, or that they didn’t want to play an active role in fighting them, but it became clear that there were other things in their life that mattered just as much, most of all their relationship. They were married in the spring that followed the conclusion of the war, although they kept their respective surnames, for nothing other than the reasons of shared personal preference. Once things eventually settled in wizarding world and at the Ministry, they found themselves with a lot of extra time on their hands. It wasn’t long after settling into newfound domestic patterns before Amelia became pregnant, and was again with-child after Asher’s birth. They had discussed the possibility of a third child, but there were complications in the later part of Amelia’s second pregnancy, ones that rendered her unable to bear further children. But she was nothing if not a fighter, and after an agonizingly long and painful labour process, Arielle arrived safe and sound. Looking back at their family, it certainly hadn’t been the future Alastor and Amelia imagined for themselves. In fact, this was infinitely better.
Working together at the Ministry, Amelia and Alice spent a fair amount of time with each other. Their current surroundings, however, were quite a change of scenery from the norm, but the change was a much-needed one. The instances where they were outside of work were few and far between, but there ceased to be a moment on such occasions where a good time wasn’t had by all. The same was certain to be true in this case, having decided to meet up at a local pub to catch the match between the Harpies and the Tornadoes. Hoping to avoid anything eventful, Amelia rushed off to get another round of drinks. It wasn’t long before a collective cheer came from the table they shared with other Quidditch enthusiasts, and she quickly rushed back to their table. Placing the drinks down in front of Alice, she looked at the TVs just above them, hoping she might catch a recap of the play that just concluded. “Oi! What just happened? What did I miss?”
This was decidedly the opposite of Al’s scene. He knew that much without even entering the club, just from the distant pulsing of the music inside - it was too much to be anything he’d normally want to do, but he wasn’t here to have fun. The brief had been simple enough: catch the bad guy, stick him in Azkaban, and go home. It was a high profile case, as was most anything Moody got involved with, but not such a high profile case that he couldn’t bring his trainee on the case. Amelia was as capable and bright as they came in training, but he hadn’t seen much of what she was like out in the real world, when she was hexing some of the most dangerous individuals in the wizarding world. He felt certain that, in a theoretical sense, she was more than equipped to handle this, but one could never really tell. He’d seen more than enough talented trainees completely freeze up on missions.
“Alright, Bones,” he said, looking her dead on, “Remember the brief, remember why we’re here, and stay focused. I want constant vigilance, you hear me?”
While her training period didn’t officially conclude until the end of next month, Amelia was raring to go and get in on the action. There surely wasn’t any shortage of it lately, and when Alastor expressed the need for a partner on an upcoming mission, she - quite literally - jumped at the opportunity. While harboring just the slightest amount of nerves, you’d never guess it by looking at her. Barely able to contain herself prior to their arrival, Amelia was locked, loaded and ready to go. “You know what they say, all work and no play makes Moody a dull...” Unsure if it was comparing him to the likeness of an infamous murderer (albeit a fictional one) or her passive disregard of his instructions, it was clear he was not amused in the slightest at her remark. It was palpable, almost as if you could feel it in what little space remained between the two of them. Looking up at him, her gaze full of intent as her eyes locked upon his, she nodded in response to his question. “Yes, okay? Yes. I know. We’re here for a mission, not a social call, no accepting free drinks from the blokes across the bar. Have I ever let you down before?” The question was completely rhetorical, and knowing him, he wasn’t going to acknowledge it with any response other than a frustrated grunt in her direction. Making sure no other parties were circling about in the dark and narrow alley, she quickly pointed her wand at her clothing, transfiguring her attire into something far more appropriate for the club just across the way - a figure-hugging tank top, ripped jeans and black ankle boots. “Speaking of constant vigilance, we need to do something about that outfit of yours. You’re going to stick out like a sore bloody thumb.”
General Appearance: One look at him, and it’s clear that Edward is his father’s son. He’s got all the features that teenage Regulus was known for, right down to his intense gaze, smirking smolder and pronounced cheekbones.
Hogwarts House: Slytherin, although the Sorting Hat urged him to consider Hufflepuff before his placement was ultimately decided.
Special Talents: Edward has always been musically inclined, although he only fully realized his talent after an attempt to impress a Ravenclaw during third year. He enjoys playing guitar the most, can carry a tune reasonably well, and is familiar with playing piano. He is also an avid fan of Quidditch, although he doesn’t outwardly express his interest in the sport. Academically speaking, he’s quite taken to potions, largely the result of the tutelage of Hogwarts Potion Master and Head of House, Professor Snape.
Who They Take After More: Given his surname, there is a certain expectation of Edward to hold himself in a certain way, even if mostly self-imposed. Behind closed doors, however, he is another person entirely, one that is completely contradictory to the public persona he maintains. He’s a lot like his mother, in ways that even he isn’t quite aware of. However, it is quite rare that he shows this part of himself to others, outside of his immediate family and exclusive social circle.
Personal Headcanon: There was perhaps no notion quite as ludicrous to Amelia than the prospect of having children. The last thing she wanted and anticipated was getting pregnant, least of all with Regulus Black. The result of a grief-fueled tryst after losing Edgar, she made it quite clear that she had no intention of settling down with him, or being a part of his life in any other way than what was necessary. He shared in this desire and they quickly developed a co-parenting arrangement, one that has been remained surprisingly successful. They might not be each other’s favourites, but they respect each other and ultimately want what is best for Edward.
Violet didn’t go out very often. She didn’t enjoy alcohol or anything else mind altering but if her friends wanted to drag her out every once in a while she’d go and be the designated sober killjoy that made sure they got home safe without and splinching involved. She had to admit though she was enjoying the night and the beat of the music even if she just wanted to get home to her plants.
A rare and unprecedented moment, it had been the first time all night that Amelia was without company beside her. Marlene was off snogging some bloke in the corner, and Edgar had run off to what she assumed was a quick trip to the loo. Having every assurance they would find her sooner or later, she started gravitating towards the center of the room, quickly finding herself being pulled towards a crowd who appeared to have indulged in as many vodka shooters as she had. With no inclination to go elsewhere, Amelia starting dancing alongside them, stopping only when she felt she had abruptly bumped into a bystander nearby. “Oh! Blimey!” she quickly exclaimed, reaching out to steady herself beside them, although not entirely stopping her movements. “I’m so sorry, luv! Y’alright? Are you hurt? I didn’t bump into you too hard, did I?”
Edgar was beginning to think his sister’s TikTok habits were getting a bit out of hand. He loved her dearly, and yes, he liked each and every one of them, but Merlin’s beard. It had been all in good spirit until she dragged him into this. The brief for today: they were turning Ed into an e-boy.
“Remind me why I’m letting you do this to me?” he said, “Also, I want ten percent of the profits at least.” He didn’t know if this was the kind of thing you could make money from, but either way, he wanted some compensation for this embarrassment.
It had been a painfully boring afternoon, and as they always did when the weather outside was dreary and overcast, the youngest Bones siblings had retreated to Edgar’s flat. He had quickly settled in for an afternoon nap, but after an incident that involved a deafening blowhorn and a carefully-placed bucket of water, his rest period didn’t last long. After rolling on the floor in a fit of a laughter for a good ten minutes at his response, Amelia had since moved onto planning their next venture, one that he eventually agreed to, albeit a great deal of reluctance. “You say that like you actually have a choice,” she said, quite matter-of-factly. Sensing he still needed just a tad bit more convincing, Amelia wrapped her arms as much around his neck as she could manage, given the significant height difference between them. “Ed, have I mentioned lately how much I love you and that you’re my absolute favourite brother in the entire world?”
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