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“I’m busy,” Barty spoke without bothering to look up from the menu before him. It wasn’t exactly true, he had simply gone for lunch in a desperate need to be free of the confines of his office. But it had become a habit to say his little speech whenever someone came his way, it gave him a chance to surmise in a shorter amount of time whether or not he really wanted to waste his time on whoever had joined him. “Someone’s joining me shortly, so make it quick.”

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Literally Evan had come over to say hello. But as Barty regarded him so brashly, Evan tilted his head at the other. “Well then. I’ll just crack on past the formalities.” He joked, raising a brow. “You’re in a mood. Perhaps dessert before dinner to cheer your broody demeanor up, eh?”

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The tiny human in his arms fussed, just a little. Evan sat in a rocking chair in the nursery, holding them close while the bottle held itself in place, assuring the child only drank so much at a time before Evan would pick them up to place them on his shoulder, gentle taps to their back allowing them to get any possible gas pockets out before he would go right back to feeding them. Humming to himself, he hardly noticed anyone watching from the window. This was his happiest place. In a room full of the most innocent of lives, surrounded by peace.

However when he did realize there was someone standing there, he nodded at them before smiling just slightly. “It’s alright. They hardly bite.”

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Emma loved coming here to read—especially on dreary mornings like this, with the sky gray and the air filled with the scent of rain.

The book she was reading was resting on the table in front of her and she ran her finger along the page she was currently reading but couldn’t, no matter how she tried, get past. She couldn’t concentrate.

She was the only one in the little café, which is how she preferred it, especially on days that she felt like this.

Well, at least, she was the only one here; until she heard the door open and a pair of shoes step onto the creaky wood of the floor.

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Evan just needed to get a good cup of coffee. He’d had a long day, an even longer week, and it all around looked like it was going to be the longest month. But as he walked in, he noticed how dead it was before he caught eyes with the girl in the corner. “Good morning. Reading anything good over there?”

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Everything was unfurling, she could see him unraveling in front of her, the truth came out and questions that she had wanted answers to long ago, revealed. Alice watched him talk, hanging onto every word he said.

It was a sobering thing to see, the Dark Mark on someone’s arm. On Evan’s arm. Sometimes, certain things were able to snap you out of a drunken state and this did. She’d been offering words of hope, she’d been drunk. In her drunken state she’d been a fool to say the things she had – right? It was like being snapped out of a haze, the reality of the situation was bleak. Beyond so. Her eyes were now glued to the mark as he talked, flickering between Evan’s mouth, his eyes, his forearm. ALWAYS coming back to his forearm.

We talk about choices like they matter. It struck a chord with Alice, because she knew how much of his life was already laid out and scripted for him. She knew what he was risking by showing her everything, by confiding in her, by letting her in all the way. She was risking just the same. Alice wasn’t going to walk away then, but she could resonate in his feeling of feeling lost – because sometimes she did too. She had the Order, but how long before they fell? How long before they were all hauled off and brought to Azkaban? What would happen to Evan if he ran? What could the Order do? There had to be something that she’d be able to do – right?

( There was the bitter feeling crawling up her gut, closing around her throat, because a part of her now was angry that he’d put her in this position, that after so many years he’d finally said something to her. When so much was already lost, when they could’ve used him so many years ago, but she pushed it down. Not now. Not now. )

“I - I,” right now, she wasn’t sure what to suggest besides patricide – so she didn’t say a thing. Alice let a few beats pass between them before she spoke again, this time making sure she’d actually form words.

“Evan,” she started, considering her words carefully, “I can’t tell you what to do now. I can’t decide what to do right this second. This takes … thought. It’s going to take a lot of thought.” Translation: I have no idea what to do.

“But I’ll figure it out. With you. I’ll try. But the fact that you have the mark, Evan…–” she stopped, knowing she was getting into trouble, knowing that no matter what this ended badly. Deep down, Alice knew that this was the sure outcome for him, that when they’d ended all those years ago it was because of this but it didn’t make it easier to face. “When did this happen?”

She asked when. And his heart strings ripped just a little more. There’s always more pain when he talks to Alice and yet it’s the closest he can come to finding peace. There’s something about the way even she seems unsure of how to handle everything that makes him lose just a little more faith.

“I’ll figure it out. With you.” His eyes move up to meet hers as he stands there just meeting her gaze. And then the next question comes. For this, he can’t bear to look at her. “The night after the announcements were made. I was dragged. Literally by my hair.” He walked away from her, moving to a rail to lean on. Evan always looked like he was carrying the world.

“I had fought with him the day before... because the announcements were made and you.... He had you put on that fucking list. And Andy.” His whole form began to shake with the same fury he’d felt that day. “I pulled my wand, but he’s always faster.” His jacket is pulled off slowly. The cold doesn’t bother him, because Evan has known chilling freeze all his life. His shirt lifts up and his back, now marred from scars, is exposed for her to see. “I tried to fight them. I did. And then...”

He remembers the moment he laid eyes on him. On the Dark Lord and Evan shook all over again, but this time it was with fear. “He said I... Would be his greatest tool. Whether I knew it or not. To have access to so many weak members of the order when the time came, I would be the one to allow the Death Eaters in. To finish them off.” He remembered the searing pain of the mark, as he hadn’t wanted it like the others. “Alice.... I’ll never be able to get this off of me.”

#convo: alice #alice001

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The smile remained on Andromeda’s voice as he spoke, but her nose did crinkle at his ideas. “Or you could do more emergencies. I think I like that idea a bit more.” Slightly teasing him, though it was true. She liked having to constantly be on the go since it made the days fly by. It also stopped her from forming any genuine connection with her patients – in an out. Alive or dead. It kept her sane. Ironically, she loved kids too much to really work with them. The success stories probably made all the pain worth it, but it wasn’t a risk she was willing to take. Not right now, at least.

“See now that – that is a brilliant idea. Coffee, absolutely.” Yet another thing that kept her sane, and thank Merlin for it. A lot of other people were tea fanatics, but not her. Never her. “I’ve been thinking about getting a tv. I never really had one before, you know, for … obvious reasons growing up. Then I lived with Alice and now that I live alone… It would be nice to have. I’m not home a whole lot, and usually when I am Gideon’s crashing on my couch so I have someone there with me, but it’d be interesting. I think. I don’t know.” It also took her a moment to realize that when he asked about her life, the first thing that came to mind was the idea of buying a television. So exciting.

“I do my fair share of emergencies, I will have you know. Someone swallows a binky whole, chokes on their first chocolate frog. Incidentally gets bit by a garden gnome. I’m here for all of that.” He informed her, sniffing with faux insult. Evan was always in love with pediatrics. However, this was only his residency. If his father had his way, Evan would be groomed to lead St. Mungo’s. And his father knew enough people to make it happen. The idea of a desk job. It was absolutely nauseating.

“It’s like you haven’t had your twelfth cup of the day. Did someone deprive you during your rounds?” He teased as he paused to check out the potions tent. When she began talking about the things she wanted to get.... to do... Evan gave her a small grin over his shoulder even after she mentioned Alice. Still a painful subject. “A television, eh?” Nodding, he walked back to her, hands behind his waist. “Would you care to share this experience with some pureblooded fool who’s no idea what one even looks like? Perhaps we can be less alone together.”

#convo: andromeda #andromeda001

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The problem with being the person who was constantly on the couch was that when he stayed with friends who had children (which was a surprising number—the war was making people pop kids out like their lives depended on it) was that Gideon was pushed into the babysitter role whether they wanted it or not. It wasn’t that he didn’t like kids, because he did, and he did well with children, but Gideon was so anxious that it was difficult for him to handle any of the little dumb kid things that children did without having a heart attack each time. They sat down quickly in front of the other, balancing their friend’s daughter on their lap. “Yes. Mostly because I think she has one.” As if on cue, the little girl sneezed. The rational part of Gideon’s mind was telling them that it was nothing but a cold, but the anxious part kept saying that this was for sure a deadly virus and that they were infected, too.

Evan could always read anxiety on people. It showed. New parents, usually. Babysitters mostly. God parents, for sure. And the other was anxious. “You know something....” He started, taking the young girl from the other. “There’s something about their first fever around you that makes you so scared. Like the world is going to end because how can something so fragile....” A gentle hand placed across the back of the girls head, with a funny face, had her giggling. “Survive something so quick, so hot, so severe. And then there’s this whole truth to the matter.” He grabbed one of the potion pops, handing it to the sweet little toddler now grabbing at his messy locks. “Children are the toughest creations on the planet. They’re so incredibly resilient. And she will be fine. She’s got a cold. A bit of soup, plus two more of these....” He handed some potion pops for later. “And she will be right as rain. You however, will catch something if you’re not careful. I’d make sure to watch out for any sneezing in the near future.”

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The farther they got away from the crowd, walking away in tandem from all the people around them, Alice was able to relax just slightly. As he started talking, Alice took a deep breath then let it out – the next words out of his mouth gave her a lot to think about. All of his words did. Did he have a death wish? Had he always had a death wish? Why was he telling her now? “Be a better man for yourself, not for me, Evan. You don’t owe it to anyone but yourself. You don’t owe it to me. You don’t owe it to your sister. You owe it to YOURSELF.” Her words were strong as she looked him in the eye, she wanted him to know she meant what she said, that there was no regret in letting him know her feelings then. It may have been years later, but she could’ve sworn she had taken a Timeturner and gone back in time to when they were young. Her being in his corner fiercely, her putting her all into encouraging him to choose not to follow in his families footsteps. “There’s so much you could do and do good. I know you think it’s too late but it’s never too late.”

There she was. Optimistic of his being as ever. “I don’t owe anything to me.” He murmured, flat in that opinion. “The other day.... I packed.” A lump caught in his throat at the memory, like a painful reminder. “I was going to find you... Andy. Someone.” His eyes shut instantly, pushing the image from his mind of what happened next. “He almost killed her.” Shaking his head, he looked down at the ground and tears freely fell. “That last time.... that last time we were together, he did the same thing. I told him I wasn’t going to remain on his side. It was.... It was the most liberating thing I’ve ever felt in my whole life. After being with you... I felt like I could do anything and he just.... He took it away.” How long had he kept his reasons secret? How long had he remained so quiet about it all. “I’ll never get this mark off me. You and I know that.” He rolled his sleeve up. “We talk about choices like they matter. We talk about free will. He said he’d do that to you, to Andy. Even Narcissa, and everyone I have ever cared for, and he can. All I ever wanted was to stay with you.”

Turning, the five minutes of bravery were coming to a close. “I just... I didn’t know how to protect everyone.... I still don’t. I am so lost. I’m drowning Alice.... I’ve been drowning every single day. And I just... I need to know what to do. What’s the right thing to do? I would die if I lost her. I would die if I lost Andy or Narcissa. Even Bell. But I couldn’t bear living in a world where you don’t exist either. I just.... Even if you had to exist without me, the world is brighter because you’re here. You’re the only light I’ve ever truly known. And I feel like the closer I come to you... The dimmer that light is.”

#convo: alice #alice001

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If I could. It was difficult to hear, and even more difficult to respond to. The way Andromeda looked at it, everyone had a choice – and everyone in her life had made theirs. Herself, Sirius, Narcissa, Evan; all of them chose a path and settled on it. Anyone could leave. Realistically, anyone could do whatever they wanted. Whatever they thought was right. Yet it wasn’t as easy as that. It was extremely difficult for her, and she knew that for others it would be much worse. No choice came without a sacrifice – hers came at the cost of her sisters. Perhaps the cost for him was too high. She wouldn’t give up on him, though. She couldn’t. “I know,” her words came out soft, but sure – “maybe someday, though.” Maybe someday. She had to hope.

Wanting to leave the difficult conversations behind, at least for now, Andromeda forced it out of her mind as she smiled up at him. As always. Always having to look up. “Of course, that must be it.” It was getting harder – the injuries were going up, and she was constantly worried about who would be on the hospital bed. Evan being there made the days a little better, even if she didn’t always get to see him. “Okay – good. I’m holding you to that promise.”

The way she said maybe someday, it kept the small fire in his heart burning a little. No matter how his father sought to stomp it out of him, there were just pieces of Evan that he knew would never go away. His love for his sister, his cousins, Alice. All of these people on either side of the line left him toeing the middle with such trepidation. One teeter in the wrong way, and someone would get hurt. He would never let it be Andy, not if he could help it. He would never let it be Alice either, he’d rather die. And of course, his sister, the original love of his life had to be kept closest to remain safest. Evan’s driving force to remain complacent with small surges of uproar.

“Hold me to it, hm? I guess you’ll have to participate in more clinics instead of emergencies. It’s not all about the rush and go, now, is it? I never see you down with the children.” He teased as he began meandering once more, eyes on the tents around them. “Come on. Let’s get a drink. You can tell me all about life outside the hospital, and I can feed into your coffee addiction where everyone else will be sauced by morning.”

#convo: andromeda #andromeda001

Evan was doing a clinic to keep people aware of how easily young children and babies could get sick. It was the least St. Mungo’s could do to prepare for the winter season as he sat with parents and their kids, educating them on the importance of hand washing, and how imperative it was to cover one’s nose to prevent the spread of germs. “Naturally, if you’d like to miss out on things like snowball fights, and other wonderful winter events, then you go right along. However, if you wish to build a snowman this winter, bundle up and be mindful of others.” He informed a young girl with a small smile. Seeing someone waiting at the edge of the line, he nodded. “Come to learn all about winter viruses?”

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Andromeda almost made a job about how he always said what she wanted to hear, but opted to bite tongue instead – it was not, after all, the truth. Evan hadn’t told her what she wanted to hear for years now. His father was the only one privy to that, it seemed. So like her own parents, driving their path into the life of their children. She had gotten away, and while the cost may have been steep, deep down she knew it was worth it; and she would never stop hoping that someday, he would see it that way too. “Oh – no, I don’t want to upset her. I think Narcissa flat-out ignoring me might be better than the cold I would receive.”

It’s how things had been for years now, yet she still wasn’t used to that. She didn’t think she ever would be; how can you adjust to a person you loved for your entire life suddenly never speaking to you again? This was not a night for these thoughts though; they were better reserved for when she was alone. Instead, she plastered a smile on her face, directing it up at Evan. “I missed you too. I feel like we’re never on the same shifts at work anymore, or when we are, things are so hectic that there’s never anytime to just breathe.”

He knew that look all too well. The one that was plastered over whatever thoughts were brewing far beneath, farther down than anyone else would ever be allowed to see. “I think you may very well be right about that.” He admitted, sighing. If there was one thing to watch, more painful than his sister being a caged bird, it was seeing sisters he once knew to be thick as thieves act as if they lived in entirely different realities. Andy was paying a steep price. One he wished he, too, could pay. “You know... if I could leave with you....” His breath hitched for a moment. “It’s a very nice thought.”

Resigning, he looked over at her again, smiling. “Well that’s what happens when the two best people in the hospital happen to be on shift at once. Everyone comes seeking us out.” Evan, of course, spent more time with newborns and infants than any other population of patient. It was where he excelled in care. “I promise, next time, I’ll get us dinner and we’ll spend some time together. Before things get too far out of hand.”

#convo: andromeda #andromeda001

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Hearing Evan talk badly about his father, so casually so easily, shocked her. He’d done it before, sure, but Alice hadn’t heard it in so long that it served as another reminder that he was different – that he thought differently. As much as Alice wanted to resign him to being terrible, she knew that she wasn’t the only one who saw the good that bubbled beneath the surface of Evan’s being. She knew it was there, she watched him then – intently. Watched as he shut his eyes ( what for? ) watched the expression change, like she used to do when they were younger. It was easy to get lost in him, it was so easy to feel drawn to what she was once drawn to years ago. “We’d better find somewhere discreet to talk or they’ll haul me off to Azkaban,” she teased, her voice devoid of any actual teasing tone – because that was their reality. Agreeing to go with him meant risking more than she’d already had that night, but, she agreed. “Let’s go.”

He knew how much she was risking. Just by being near him, she was risking his father’s wrath in some cheap way or another. But still, he managed to dodge people left and right before they settled into step with one another, heading for the outskirts of the festival. “I’ve been thinking.... A lot. Lately, everything seems so out of reach. I know you don’t care, I know I lost the right to ask you to a long time ago. But... I need you to know that everything I have done to be a better man.... Everything that I have done to try to remain good....” Once they were out of earshot of everyone, he came to a halt, not looking at her nor anyone particularly. “Is because of you.” A breath escaped him as he stood there, the weight falling off his shoulders once he was out of eye sight of those who put the weight on in the first place. “But I think.... I think when this war finally makes it’s way out of the shadows.... I think I won’t survive it.” He swallowed hard as he looked around. “I don’t think I want to.”