Dirk Cresswell

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ludovicbvgmvn​:

When: January 8th, 1982 Where: Outside the Ministry of Magic Who: Ludo & Open

It had been a couple of months since Ludovic had started working at the Ministry, and he was still hating every moment of it. He was now able to easily find his own office, but if he deviated from his usual path he would end up hopelessly lost. As Quidditch season started, it was taking a bigger toll on him than he had expected it to. He missed his broom, he missed training, he missed his teammates. Being locked away in an office all day was not nearly as rewarding as playing was. Glancing at the clock for the millionth time that day, Ludo decided once his work day was over he was gonna take his broom out for a spin, visit the Quidditch pitch, try and feel at least some sort of normal.  

As soon as five o'clock hit, Ludo dropped the quill in his hands and pushed himself away from his desk, not at all bothered by the stack of paper work he hadn’t started. There was always tomorrow, after he’d gotten a little time in on his broom. Leaving his office, slinging his jacket over his shoulders as he made his way through the hallways, waving goodbye to his colleagues on his way out. Managing to find his way out with no problems, Ludo grinned proudly to himself, hardly realizing he’d bumped into somebody else until they were saying his name. “Oh, hey!” He greeted, “I’m about to go get my broom and fly around the pitch, if you wanna join me.”

-

He’d already been told to go home once. Dirk was spending as much time in the ministry as he could, a way to avoid his empty apartment, worried voicemails from his parents who kept threatening to stop by. He was debating erasing their memories, just temporarily! Until the war was over, they might never forgive him for it but... he couldn’t risk their safety. He was already a target just for his blood, but at least his parents weren’t involved yet.

So, the ministry was ironically safer. He was walking between halls, stacks of finished paperwork in his arms he needed to delivery, translations for other departments, it was amazing there were only ten people in this place who could write in Gobbledegook and only three in mermish. It meant his skills were often ‘loaned out’ to other departments. One time he’d even been killed in as an emergency translator during a meeting with a Japanese diplomat. Usually it was a pain but now it was the excuse he needed. He’d almost made it to the memo station when, who else, but Ludo Bagman, not even looking where he was going, jostled him and the papers nearly fell.

With a scowl, Dirk turned to the taller man, “No thank you Mr. Bagman, I’m working.” Which a department head should still be too, it was barely five.  

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When: Present Day - Game Time Where: Order Safe House - Evening With: Sirius @siriusxorion​

It sounded reasonable enough. A little reconnaissance, Professor Dumbledore was worried their enemies were attempting to make contact with the giant before they could. Given how they’d been treated by wizarding society Dirk could see why they could be convinced. He’d readily agreed to a stint watching near a settlement in the Welsh mountains but apparently there’d be someone else going along with him. Despite him asking, Dumbledore just said his partner was down the hall so he could go see for himself. A little theatrical but he learned back in school it didn’t make sense to question the man.

Once he’d left the room and saw who was waiting for him, he realised why it’d been a secret. Sirius. Of course. That was just the cherry on top of a few crappy months. He looked at Sirius, Sirius looked at him. 

Dirk sighed. 

“Excuse me,” he said quietly, turning around, “I’m going to tell Professor Dumbledore to find someone to fill my place.” 

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nightmaremckinnon​:

No one else she knew was hurt. Well that was something. It should be a relief, but somehow it made her feel so alone. It would almost be better if everyone else had the same grief as her for their loved ones. It was an awful thought, she didn’t want any more good people to die. Dirk focusing on her was nice, but the last thing she wanted. She’d been doing that since she’d seen that dark mark and she needed a break. She wondered if Dirk would stupify her if she asked. Being knocked out was better than this. 

“Liam. Matthew and Adam are-” she paused unable to say what she was doing to say “-at the house. With mum and dad. Aurors are probably swarming there now examining the bodies.” It was so grotesque to think about that this time, for the first time, she reached out to Dirk for a hug, collapsing against him. She was grateful that she didn’t start crying. 

“No, I’m fine. I wasn’t even there. That’s the worst part Dirk. I was supposed to be. I had this stupid fucking argument with Matthew so I wasn’t going to go.” She wasn’t so arrogant to think she could’ve fought off an entire group of Death Eaters by herself but maybe if she’d been there fighting alongside them things would’ve gone differently. 

-

Gone. That was the truth of it, the raw unvarnished fact of the matter. Only Liam and her were left and, based on the frantic activity of the doc- the healers rushing about the ward, he worried that might still be touch-and-go. But he wasn’t about to verbalise any of that. Marlene was likely utterly overwhelmed and her brain probably only let her feel a few things at a time. He’d never suspected his mother’s work as a psychologist would be useful to him but, right now, he was relying on half-recalled conversations in the hopes of not saying the wrong thing.

“Okay.” he nodded, “So Liam’s here. And he’s going to need you. When you see him you’re gonna have to be at your best yea?” he asked quietly, “So, how about we go and get you checked over quickly,” Maybe a healer could give her a draft to sleep... being able to convince Marlene to take it was likely another issue but they could cross that bridge when they came to it.

“And it’s a good thing you weren’t.” he told her firmly, “I know you, and I can guess what you’re probably thinking right now but in that situation you’d be at the house now too. And Liam would be alone. But you aren’t, and he’s not. So we need to focus on that and on making sure you’re well for him, right?” A goal, something short-term to do while her mind tried to unpack the life-stopping tragedy it’d endured.    

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rodolphuslxstrange​:

where | gringotts bank  who | rodolphus + anyone 

December is easily Rodolphus’ favorite month. The cold and gloom kept everyone away from the common places and the people he did want to run into usually didn’t stay long. There were usually two weeks where that all went to shit because people realized that they had forgotten gifts or parties that night that required wine as appreciation for the invite. Those two weeks were dreaded and unfortunate, but, Rod had found himself suddenly as one of those people. He woke up suddenly realizing that he had gotten just about everybody something- except Bellatrix. He was so used to just picking up what he thought she would enjoy that he forgot about the actual holiday spotlighting that. So, he picked himself up and dragged himself to Diagon Alley in preparation for the day. While there was plenty of money in the house that he could have grabbed, there was always something about taking a walk down the cobblestone street and being greeted by the large, unsettling bank building. It brought him back to Earth as passersby stepped out of his way knowingly, the stares bore into his skin, but no one bothered to greet him. It was intoxicating- truly. While this feeling was not strange, it was only amplified when the marriage was finalized. Officially the most powerful family in the wizarding world did something to your ego and it was hard to come down from something like that daily. The bank helped.

Upon entering, Rodolphus was met with the overwhelming smell of old carpet and metallic. With it he was overcome with a memory of childhood. His father bringing him in to go through the motions of how you handled yourself in such an establishment- but also to show him that he will never have to worry about what was behind the vault doors. It was mind blowing, as 11-year-old him would say. The room overflowed with nothing but gold and jewels. That’s when it truly clicked that Rod never wanted to live a life that didn’t ensure this was the lifestyle, he was in. This is what he was meant for. Unfortunately, he was ripped from his memory. He had apparently gone through all the motions and grabbed a small satchel of coins for the day, and when he was returning his entire exit was blocked by a wizard who seemed to be in shock. From what, he wasn’t entirely sure but it irritated him. He just wanted to get on with his shopping and instead he was blocked by someone who was inconsiderate enough to stare at the goblins. ‘ Are you about done ogling? Some of us have places to be. ‘

-

Dirk loved Gringotts, strange as several Wizards and Witches would likely think it, he felt more welcomed there then at the Ministry these days. Of course Mr. Mockridge still used his position as the department’s head to protect him, something he’d be eternally grateful for, but that didn’t make the judgemental looks and feelings of danger simply dissipate. And he refused to hide behind his bosses legs all the time; he’d been raised to know how to defend himself, so rolling over didn’t come naturally. That wasn’t a worry in Gringotts though, the Goblins were his friends, as much as they could be.

It’d taken years to build up any sort of trust, Goblins had been mistreated by Witches and Wizards horribly in the past and many remembered those acts, not to mention the miscommunication in laws of ownership that left several sore spots on both sides. He’d needed to educate himself and, thankfully, some Goblin-folk had been willing to help him with that. In return, he’d come to them with Wizard history (enduring all of Professor Binns’ lectures hadn’t been for nothing) and they’d reached a better path of understanding for it. Now he was invited to gatherings and had even crafted some items himself that, as an an owner, he’d gifted to the Goblin who taught him.

It was a younger couple he was visiting today, with a scroll of elegant shūji he’d spent a long time working on as a gift. His father was a true talent in the art, but Dirk wasn’t bad if he did say so himself. He stepped into the bank and stopped in place, a smile appearing as he saw the young goblin couple at the counters with their babe, the little thing wriggling some in their mother’s grasp, trying to take in the world around it. He didn’t even realise he was blocking the way till someone spoke.

He scarcely looked up at the tall, imposing man, offering him his smile, “Sorry, I wasn’t looking at you.” he said, green hair bobbing as he stepped aside and quickly making his way over the the young family. They happily greeted one another in Gobbledegook and Dirk cooed over the baby, offering the pair his scroll with they excepted and then embraced him. The man at the door hadn’t even registered on Dirk’s radar really.    

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greyback-fenrir​:

Fenrir nodded along with Dirk. If they’d been sitting with drinks he would’ve clinked their glasses together in agreement but instead he settled for an approving snort of laughter. He didn’t delve more into the topic though, he had a feeling it would end up in a serious place that he wasn’t ready to face yet. Much better to focus on work. “Sure, once I draw up some plans I can get started. I’ll just be taking stuff out initially so we can see the space we’re working with and firm up plans.”

“I’ve done all of it - but don’t judge me yet. I’m not finished. I have big plans for this place.” He felt proud of the parts that were actually finished, but so much of the house still needed work, rotting wood and piles of dust. “The kitchen is done at least, first thing I did. Heart of the home.”

Fenrir wasn’t sure how to take Dirk’s declaration that wizards were the worst. While Fenrir agreed, he wasn’t sure it was in quite the same way. He kept his mouth shut for now, a wry smile spreading across it. “Yes, nature is much better company. Surprised to hear that from a Londoner,” he teased.

-

Dirk grinned, moving along with the topic change since it seemed fairly obvious Fenrir didn’t want to dwell on it, this was their first time meeting after all and he had no business prodding into the man’s life. “That sounds great! And sure, we can gut the whole thing, new appliances, new units, we just gotta keep the green.” He had his standards after all, and the bigger the job, the better a distraction it would make from everything else; in the meantime, he could use Dora’s kitchen to cook bits for himself.

“Well, if I can judge a little, I think it’s gonna be one hell of a place when you’re done, everything so far is top-notch.” And this boded well for the work he was having done. “I guess it is, never really thought of it like that so much though. Especially when I moved outta my folks’ place.”

Dirk laughed a little, “My Tou-San, sorry, father, took me camping for a fortnight every summer, it was the best time of the year, after Christmas, we went hiking, swam in lakes, sat under the stars,” he sighed, “And it was so quiet. Like you didn’t need to say a thing and that was okay. London’s just noise by comparison.”  

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nightmaremckinnon​:

So many ruined houses… Not just her family then. She wondered just how large this attack had been, and how many had died. Marlene knew almost all of her friends would be potential targets for the Death Eaters, most of them being Order members, and it hurt more than she could imagine to think that she might not have only lost her family tonight, but friends too. “Who else, Dirk? Whose houses?” She avoided his question about her. She was ashamed to admit she hadn’t even been there when it happened. She’d been at home, sulking because of a stupid argument with Matthew, and not with him and the rest of her family like she was supposed to be. She wasn’t hurt because she hadn’t been there to even try to protect them. “Everyone else - Remus, Lily, Fabian, everyone - they’re ok?” She pulled three names from the many she worried for.    

“My brother.” She nodded back over her shoulder towards his room. “Healers are working on him now. They said he’s stable, although that means fuck all considering they have no idea what’s wrong, he could go south regardless of what they do.” Once she’d said the words she wished she could take them back. Saying them somehow made it all the more real. “They said he’ll survive,” she added more for herself than for Dirk’s sake. 

-

Dirk opened his mouth slightly and shook his head, a quiet breath the only sound that came out. Hearing more about the destruction was probably the last thing she needed but he knew Marlene was like a dog with a bone and right now he guessed she was clinging to anything to keep her from fully facing her own issue... It was a scenario he was familiar but, ironically, wasn’t about to acknowledge. “I don’t know exactly,” he said, shaking his head again, “No, no no, they’re all fine.” All they’d found at the other places had been bodies and it would’ve come back to him if he knew them by now. “We need to focus on you now.”

Well, her and her brother it seemed, “Who-” he licked his lips and tentatively asked, “Which brother?” He knew Marlene had more than one, and if only one was here then... Oh God. “Don’t think like that.” he said quietly, “We’ve gotta hope for the best,” Hope was pretty much all they had right now, “He’s in the best possible place he could be so his chances are as good as they’ll be.” he nodded, a faint smile on his lips, “Good, that’s good. So knowing that, shouldn’t you get yourself checked out?”  

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lvpinremvs​:      

Remus smiled, slightly taken aback by Dirk’s arm through his own. Of course he had always been affectionate with his closest friends, but he hadn’t expected it to feel so natural with somebody he didn’t consider to be one of his best friends. Chucking slightly, his head nodded. “You know, I mostly agree with you, but chocolate frogs hold a special place in my heart.” If he could manage to catch them, that was. They were definitely the best chocolate he’s ever tasted, but the damn things were so tricky. “I did manage in school, though, Madam Pomfrey always smuggled in my favourite treats for me.” She really did spoil him, he realized now that he hadn’t seen her since he left Hogwarts and would have to go pay her a visit.

Following along with Dirk, Remus laughed softly to himself as he entered his apartment. Everything was shades of green. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, and he shouldn’t have been surprised at what he was seeing. Nodding his head, Remus pulled off his bear ear headband and placed it down on the coffee table, immediately going over to the shelf to see what Dirk had for VHS tapes. Pulling them out one by one to inspect the titles and covers, he had a rather large stack in his arms by the time Dirk had returned. Turning his head, Remus dropped the stack of tapes in his hand at the sight of him, a blush appearing on his cheeks as he immediately began picking them up. “Shit - sorry.” He mumbled, putting them all back into the shelf, picking one at random and thrusting it into Dirk’s hands. “This one looks interesting.” He said, sitting down on the couch, actively trying to keep his eyes off him.

-

Dirk had always been a pretty tactile person, he figured it was loving parents and the physicality of learning a martial art that just made touch feel like a second nature. It was comforting, grounding, healthy. The feel of another person, solid and warm, so close to himself served as an unconscious reminder that both were well. And it turned out, Remus felt a little more sturdy than he’d have given the man credit for; there was more under the baggy clothes than met the eye. “Nah,” he shook his head, “Never had one, not sure I ever will. I can’t get my head around the idea of eating a frog, a moving, jumping frog, chocolate of otherwise.” Just because he spoke French didn’t mean he was about to eat like a Frenchman.

Dirk started a little when Remus dropped the tapes but laughed it off, “Oh don’t worry, I guess I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to startle you.” he said, putting the sweets down and reaching to help the other man gather up the VHS’. “Did you manage to spot one that you liked?” he asked, “I always seem to end up buying at least one when I got into town and then I never really have the chance to watch them... or I just don’t want to. Not much seems fun anymore.” he added, shaking his a little, taking the offered tape and popped it into the machine, a Carry On film, Carry On Nurse to be precise. “Good one.” he grinned, hopping onto the sofa, tucking his legs under him and patted the next cushion, “Come sit-sit,” he grinned, the expression a little lazy from alcohol.

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quaenonvidentur​:

The way he was talking was odd–a bit welcomed, but odd. Xenophilius was quite used to people referring to his wife by her name, but given that he wasn’t exactly sure of how close she was to the young man. “Dora doesn’t have a limit on how often you can come in. I’m fairly certain you could just live here, I was somewhat under the impression that was the case along with Tilden.” 

The one with three thumbs was a sight to behold, but he hadn’t quite had the time to ask about it. Doing so was definitely on his list of things to do before the week was done. “Dora is actually out looking for Peter. I believe she realized she’s one short of her usual list of school friends to dote on, and I don’t know how to give him a warning so he’s on his own.” He was certain a warning was warranted or Peter would have a heart attack, but Dora was good with people like him either way.

“What is it you’re looking for her about? I…don’t usually help, but Dora says I’m to be more sociable. I suppose I can use this as my being social for the week.”

Dirk chuckled slightly, “I guess it might seem that way huh? Honestly I’m not spending many nights here; I’m in the middle of getting my kitchen redone and Dora said I could use yours while I’m without for a few weeks.” He did like cooking, his father had taught his mother Japanese style cooking while they lived in Tokyo and then they’d both taught it to him. Plus he usually made too much so there was extra for the household.

Dirk considered himself pretty close with Dora, and he, Tilden and Daisy had almost been joined at the hip in Hogwarts... Though he and Daisy didn’t feel like they existed on the same plane anymore, it just hurt too much. God, he hadn’t even had a chance to see what Tilden knew about that situation; he didn’t really want to ask. “Oh, well good luck to him.” Dirk knew Peter least of Sirius’ friends but he could tell the guy was a nervous wreck ninety percent of the time, and Dora could be... a lot.

“No reason, mostly asking about food. What’re you working on though?” he asked brightly, figuring he could spent some time with Mr. Lovegood, another good distraction.    

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pulchrxclade​:

“A nun would surely insist the tree is a result of demonic possession.” She was certain Xenophilius would take one look at her cuts and be his usual self about it. Not that she minded the attention, but she wasn’t looking to worry the man any more than needed for the moment. “If we had a way to, that tree could protect you quite well. But given we aren’t able to, you are going to be under my watchful eye. If you need to, you can stay with me and Xenny. We have the room for you and I’m not one to accept no as an answer regardless.”   

Dora let her hand tussle his hair affectionately before putting her arm around him with care. “I’m very good at being protective. Despite not having any children, my maternal instincts seem to have a knack for being a Mother to most in my life. You’re no exception.” It was just lucky that she was the more capable with magic of her and her husband. Xenophilius was still in need of training from Frank, but Dora could hold her own quite well, especially if it meant protecting someone she cared for.

“Are you being offered up like a stripper?” Dora raised a brow, “Please use protection, darling, I’d hate to have to get you tested for some odd disease.” She was already pulling a sweater out of her bag, very much being persistent that he cover up or be victim to a cold. “Picking the coldest time of year to do this–I’m making you dress fully once you’re done stripping for her.”

“Would they really be far off?” he asked dryly, having no idea what possessed Professor Dumbledore to plant such a dangerous piece of botany on the school grounds; between that, the Great Lake and the Forbidden Forest, he honestly wondered if the plan was for several students to be weeded out of the school Darwin-Style for exploring where they shouldn’t. “That’s quite alright thanks.” he said with a small, slightly forced, smile, “I’m getting my kitchen redone by my place is still quite liveable.”

He snorted a little at the gesture but may have lent into the arm, it’d been a while since he’d felt such care from another person, given he was still avoiding his parents though made sure to send letters, it was much easier to lie in written words than face to face. “I already have a mother Dora,” he assured her, “A very good one too. She cooks, she cleans, she runs the house and works as a freelance translator from time to time.” It was no mystery to see where he’d gotten his polyglot abilities from.

“Hardly.” he said, crossing his arms, “I’m not about to do it with a mermaid,” The ‘maid’ part was as big an issue as the ‘mer’ as far as he was concerned. “The alpha’s just more likely to respond well if the negotiator come’s nicely packaged.” And he’d take every advantage he could get, moral’s be damned. This Alpha ruled several rivers running through the English countryside, and the rivers, through her, literally had ears. “I can take a little cold. It’ll be worth it if this goes well.”  

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When: Present Day (Game Time) Where: Dora & Xen’s house With: Xenophilius @quaenonvidentur​

Dirk was, as always lately, in need of whatever distraction he could find. In the last month of so he’d made an art form out of avoidance and was keen to keep it that way. Plus, he lessons in Giant Tongue were coming along better than ever so soon he’d be ready for his most important mission yet. Those were the kinds of things he needed to focus on now. Not himself, not his relationships, none of it. The war, his job, his apartment and occasional friends or dalliances. Nothing else. 

And it was with that mentality that he went to visit Pandora, it’d been a while and he didn’t want people worrying about him cause that just led to questions so he’d be proactive about it. But, it seemed the woman wasn’t home. In fact, after exploring a room or two, he only found Xenophilius. “Oh, hi Mr. Lovegood,” he said with a small wave, “Sorry to drop in, I was looking for Mrs. Lovegood but I guess she’s out.” he licked his lips and took another step into the room, “How are you?” he added.

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greyback-fenrir​:

So he got the tube. Fenrir guessed he wasn’t a pureblood then, or at least not one of the Death Eater types who stayed away from muggles. He was going to comment that it’d be better for him to save the money on the refurbishments to just get a larger place, but he decided not to talk himself out of a job. “I see.” The long pause had made it obvious he wasn’t getting the whole story but he was not about to dig into that particular issue right now. Whatever it was it seemed like not the kind of thing you spoke to your builder about. “Well its not a bad idea, working with what you’ve already got, and I’m happy to get started as soon as you are.”  

He liked Dirk’s enthusiasm for the job, the tiles, even his name. It was infectious and Fenrir found himself smiling as he went to make them both tea, adding two generous spoonfuls of sugar to his own and Dirk’s mugs. “Thanks,” he said over his shoulder when Dirk complimented the place. Fenrir liked that his home felt like a little sanctuary away from the wider world. 

When he had finished he passed one of the mugs to Dirk, giving a nod to the man’s question. “I suppose you could say that. I just like being away from Wizards sometimes.” He realised too late that that sounded like an odd thing for someone who wasn’t a werewolf to say and corrected himself. “I like escaping everyone else from time to time.”

-

“It’s what I’ve been doing all my life.” he grinned, “Some folks don’t always like what you’ve got but you can’t let that stop you.” He’d been an object of hatred from different groups all his life, first for his race, then his blood. These people found it so much easier to hate than build. More fool them since Dirk wasn’t about to roll over; still there was little point in falling into that kind of mindset when all he wanted was to redo his kitchen. “Great, then we can get into it as soon as possible, I don’t have a hard deadline or anything but I don’t see the point in waiting about.” And the sooner he had a distraction of some kind the better.

“Did you redo a lot of this place yourself?” He wondered if it was like seeing a chubby chef, you could tell they were good cause they loved eating their own food. Maybe you could tell how good a labourer was at their job by taking a look at their home; in that case Fenrir had to be pretty good, the place was like a cottage from a magazine, or the finished parts were anyway.

“Oh thanks.” he cradled the cup in both hands and took a sip, laughing when the man talked about wizards, “Believe me, I get it. We can be the worst.” He spent enough time among goblins, merfolk, centaurs and even giants to be thankful for the escape from his fellow magic users. “I imagine nature’s a lot less judgey and demanding company.”      

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nightmaremckinnon​:

Marlene was sat outside head in her hands, the healers having ushered her out to work on Liam once more. Her head was still swimming, unable to deal with the shock of everything that had happened in the last few hours. The only person she wanted to talk to right now with Matthew, but failing that she supposed Dirk would do. She looked up when he called her name, immediately being pulled into a hug that she detested, but allowed. Her grief still hadn’t registered with her, it felt like adrenaline was pumping through her body and she just wanted to do something. 

“Dirk!” She had so much to say but none of it seemed to come out, still garbled in her brain. Everything had happened so quickly. “What are you doing here?” How did he know? Had more people died? Were they the only ones? It felt like the world was coming to the end but she didn’t know if that was just for her. 

-

It spoke volumes of Marlene’s emotional state that she allowed the hug at all; in truth it’d been more for Dirk than her but he was glad she accepted it either way. “What am I- why wouldn’t I be here? The Auror’s are out there looking but, there was so many ruined houses... when I heard one of them mentioned a few who’d made it to St. Mungos-” he shook his head, speaking more in half-finished sentences than anything else, “I just wanted to see if I could help.” God knew what he could hope to achieve but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.

“Are you okay?” he asked and shook his head again, “Stupid question, have you been injured?” he pulled back and looked her up and down but there was no sign of anything life-threatening. “The doc-healer said you brought in someone else with you, who was that?” They couldn’t tell him more since he wasn’t an Auror nor family.    

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pulchrxclade​:

“Professor Dumbledore is still within earshot, Dirk, I wouldn’t sound so eager.” Pandora was merely there to tell Dumbledore she had gotten rid of Hex that had befallen the Whomping Willow. The tree was always more prone to outbursts when messed with, and the few cuts along her hand and cheek were evidence of it’s refusal to cooperate with her as she worked. “I could have used a bodyguard a few minutes ago. That tree–regardless of how kind I am to it, I guess it’s just in its nature to be so violent.” 

She sighed, her head tilting as she finally allowed what he asked to sink in. “…what did Professor Dumbledore give you to do? You aren’t going out on some suicide mission, are you? You vanished for who knows how long and–” She was flustered by the sudden amount of factors that were adding to her stress. But, she took in a deep breath and let herself compose her thoughts. “Care to go with me to get a cup of tea so I can calm down? I’ll happily protect you if you give me good reason to.”

“We only just finished talking, I’m pretty sure he knows all about what I’ve been dealing with for a while.” he shrugged and grinned; in truth it’d been nice to have a break, spending time with the Goblins & Merfolk he had connections with, building their alliances and reaching out for further contacts. Having time away from everything that had happened with Sirius and Daisy had been useful too, maybe now he’d handle meeting either of them again a little better.

“I’m pretty sure that tree that whomp a nun with no regrets.” he added, looking over the cuts. He sighed, “That was his order too, I needed to hide away to follow up on some connections; that’s my role here.” Just consider him the resident polyglot. “Okay.” he nodded after a moment, “It’s not so much actual body-guarding as it is a show of force. I need to meet a new Merfolk tribe, their Alpha is a woman who I’m reliably informed likes male visitors... well-dressed, hence,” he gestured at his rather skimpy attire.  

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lvpinremvs​:

Taking a moment to think, Remus nodded his head. He knew exactly where that theatre was, and now knowing that Dirk lived nearby, perhaps he could use that to his advantage. Have somebody that might like to go see something with him. Although, Remus couldn’t really afford tickets to the theatre. Perhaps if he got a couple as a gift he could invite Dirk along with him. “Mmm, I haven’t had a coke in years. Wizards just can’t get the fizzy drinks right, for whatever reason. They’ve done so much good, yet can’t put some carbonation in a sugary drink properly.” He laughed softly before taking off outside with Dirk and apparating both of them to the Finborough Theatre.   

As they landed, Remus’ arms instinctively moved up and around him as he stumbled into him. He felt his eyes grow slightly wide and his face heated up slightly, never realizing until his this moment that Dirk was rather toned. Moving his hands away from him and ruffling his own hair, Remus nodded with a nervous chuckle, “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled. Glancing around, he was familiar with the area, but still wasn’t sure where Dirk lived, so he brought his gaze back to his. “Alright, which way?”

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Dirk regained his footing and smiled, “Thanks, I’m just down this way.” Feeling impish, or perhaps he’d just enjoyed the brief contact he’d had against Remus, Dirk threaded their arms together and led the way home, from a distance it probably looked like a fancy dress couple on a date, especially since the pointy hat did a good job of hiding his face. “For all the magical world has good things, junk food isn’t one of them.” Pumpkin pasties, bertie beans... give him some haribos any day. Or even some of his mother’s home baked treats; she learned how to make mochi when she lived in Tokyo with his father... He missed them, and he still hadn’t responded to their calls.

He didn’t speak much as he led Remus into his apartment building, up the stairs and down the hall to his door. Letting them in, he gestured Remus through to his living room, green-themed of course, “Have a seat, I’m just gonna change and then I’ll bring us some sweets and drink, I’ve got some VHS’ you can put on if you like.” he added, heading into his room he pulled off the dress and pulled on his PJs, a rather thin vest and shorts than only covered his thighs, grabbing his wand, he undid the green skin, redid the green hair, nabbed some coke and gummy sweets from the kitchen and walked back to Remus, “Viola.” he grinned, holding up the goodies.      

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When: Post London Attacks Plot-Drop Where: St. Mungo’s - Liam’s Room With: Liam @cursedlion​​

Marlene couldn’t stay at her brother’s side forever, much as he knew she wished to. The woman had to eat, sleep and be treated herself. Dirk had stepped in, promising profusely to watch the sleeping boy until she was back, luckily Marlene had already spoken with him some so that helped calm her enough to rest, she’d need all the strength she could muster for the next few months, he couldn’t imagine what she, what they both were feeling. 

And Dirk had never been very good at sitting still, so he was crocheting; his efforts were mediocre at best but it was more so he had something to do with his hands while he watched the sleeping boy, his gaze flicking to the door every time a shadow went past. When Liam stirred, he froze mid-stitch, eyes trained on the younger man. 

“Hi,” he said softly, as Liam’s eyes opened, “Marlene’s here, she’s asleep in her own room Liam, you’re safe.” he said, words slow and clear, “Do you want me to get her for you?” she needed rest but... Marlene would likely kill him if he didn’t offer her brother the opportunity to be with her. 

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When: Post London Attacks Plot-Drop Where: St. Mungo’s - Outside Liam’s Room  With: Marlene @nightmaremckinnon​

Dirk had seen The Mark begin to float into the sky from his apartment window and his blood had run cold, not again. He apparated to a nearby ally and sprinted towards the destroyed homes that were still smoking, casting a swift disillusionment charm to help cloak him and avoid the muggles who’d already begun milling. He ran through the charred debris, shocked when he came across a half-burnt photo and recognised some of the family: Marlene, Liam... The McKinninon’s. 

He found bodies, several, some beyond identification and before he could get far the Auror’s arrived and made use of several charms to ward the place while obliviators dealt with the muggles. Dirk explained about his arrival and after a too long session where his wand’s previous spells were examined he was given leave. St. Mungo’s seemed the next best bet and an Auror came with him, it was only with their influence at the desk that he discovered Liam and Marlene had survived, thank God... Though Liam was in a bad way. With a rushed thanks to the healer, Dirk all but ran through the halls to reach the room number he’d been given.

He arrived to see Marlene outside the door. “Marlene!” he called, jogging towards her and, before he could stop himself, drew her into a hug, “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “I’m so so sorry.”