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efleshnbones:

Edgar has been sure his ice cream promise would appeaseFrank, but the glare he’s still receiving is suspicious at best and hostile atworst; neither of which Edgar is familiar or comfort with receiving from Frank.Edgar stands dumbfounded for a moment, because if Frank isn’t upset about theice-cream then what in the world is he possible this upset over?

Edgar is just about to ask him, when Frank manages to beathim to a question. What did he want with her? The accusation in Frank’s tonehas Edgar physically drawing back as he leans away from Frank’s ire as if he’sstarting to physically feel it. The way Frank had asked it sounded like Edgarhad some type of ulterior motives for wanting to visit Alice, it sounded almostlike Frank thought—Oh Merlin! All ofthe pieces suddenly fall together in Edgar’s mind. Frank’s jealousy isn’t something that Edgar has encountered often in life,but now that he’s identified the emotion it seems impossible to call itanything but that.

Edgar balks at the implication of why Frank assumes he wouldneed to be jealous. “Merlin, Frank—Whatdo I want with her?” He repeats Franks earlier line, shaking his head atthe absurdity. “You honestly believe I’d pursueAlice? She’s—” He closes his mouth suddenly. He was about to call her a child, butcuts himself off. If this display of emotion is the current representation ofhow Frank is apparently handling his feelings for the girl, then he certainlydoesn’t need Edgar through the issue of the age gap into the mix. And honestly,despite Edgar’s inability to recognize most of the Order Members as adults,that is technically what Alice is. She’s a Hogwarts graduate, an auror intraining, and a capable young witch—hardworking and mature for her age. Edgarhas never taken time to think about Frank and Alice as anything but colleagues andallies, but as he muses on it he sees how the might do well for each other assomething more. “She’s hardly someoneI’d be compatible with. She’s a Fortescue after all, it would make much moresense for her to end up with someone who actually likes ice-cream.” Edgar jokeslightly, hoping to finally ease the tension now that he’s figured out thegenuine source of Frank’s aggravation.

Frank started to feel rather stupid when Edgar made it clear he wasn’t interested in Alice. Despite the feeling he had that Edgar had wanted to say something else, he didn’t care in this moment; he felt like a weight was lifted off his chest... because it meant she’d be focused at work. And that his work life wouldn’t become tangled with his personal life ( if she’d started to date someone he thought of as a brother that would have been complicated ). And that he didn’t need to feel jealous, even though he didn’t actually have feelings for her.

“Oh,” he replied, unable to really say anything else –––– what could he say? Now that everything was cleared up, Frank felt ridiculous. Of course Edgar wasn’t into her; now that he thought about it, she didn’t really seem to be his type after all. “Yeah, with someone who really likes ice cream,” he echoed; all that was going through his head at that moment was that he liked ice cream. Not that he’d be suitable for her, of course, being her mentor, but it was a thought that wouldn’t stop whirling around. Galloping gargoyles, he needed to stop this.

“So, er, why were you in there?” He was genuinely curious now that their... misunderstanding had been corrected, and he also thought it was a good way to change the subject. Whether Edgar would let the subject drop, though, Frank had no idea. The other man had never taken Frank’s bullshit before, so he wasn’t sure if he’d be cut any slack this time.

amosdiggy:

Of course everyone worked hard. Amos knew that. The piles upon piles of paperwork that sat on every ministry employee’s desk was an indication of that. Working at the Ministry was by no means easy work for anyone, but there’s a difference between the kind of work he did and the kind of work aurors did. Paperwork was one thing, escaped billywigs flying around the office was one thing, tracking down dark wizards and risking your life day in and day out was another.

“Sure,” Amos said, taking another bite of his cauldron cake. “But, I’ve got to admit, I don’t think I could do what you do. I don’t think a lot of people at the Ministry could. A lot of people appreciate what you do, is all I’m saying. There’s been incidents still, of course, but I’m sure your department has stopped a lot of things the public didn’t even know about.”

Frank finished off his treat while Amos was talking, the other man’s words making him think. Yes, he supposed that not a lot of people could do what he did, but he didn’t think he could do what they did. Amos was right, though, that his department had helped to end certain threats before the public even knew they were there. His job was important, maybe more important than many others, but it wasn’t something he tried to brag about, even if Frank was known to brag about certain things.

“Well, their appreciation is noted –––– it isn’t needed, though,” he shrugged. “You are right, though, we do nip quite a few things in the bud before people can even find out there’s a threat.” Keeping the public safe, and feeling safe was what Frank thought was most important about his job. Ensuring that their lives could go on with as little disruption as possible.

blxckhound:

Sirius took the hand with a firm grip, giving a good shake before withdrawing it. He was sure to keep professional contact brief, regardless of his tendency towards overt affection for those he was even slightly friends with. It was the dog in him, he supposed; this urge for human companionship and contact was near insatiable.

He shrugged slightly, a large grin tugging his lips. “Oh it’s gone chaotically and without ceasing, as I’m sure you’re aware. Admittedly I was surprised by how much they shove onto us newbies, not that I’m complaining. It’s nice to have something to keep me busy when they don’t let us go out and do things.” Sirius had never taken to idle time well. Even though all the paperwork felt pointless, it was nice and comforting to constantly feel busy. There wasn’t enough time during the work day to consider all the things that kept him up at night, and for that he was thankful.

“I was thinking of heading to the Three Broomsticks for a bite to eat and a butterbeer before heading back to work, if you’d care to join me.” Butterbeer, regardless of the heat, would always be one of Sirius’s favorite drinks that wouldn’t make him uselessly wasted. There was a time and place for day drinking, and his lunch break simply wasn’t one of them.

Frank nodded; he was definitely aware of how chaotic it had been, and he was a little glad to hear that Sirius wasn’t being allowed to go out and do things, because it meant that Alice wasn’t the only one who wasn’t being sent out into the field, that he wasn’t the only mentor to have decided to keep their charge in the offices. Although, he thought guiltily, he didn’t think anyone else had the same selfish reasoning he did.

“Being busy can be good,” he agreed instead. Keeping busy meant that he had less time to think about things, which was a goddamn blessing if you asked him. “As is the Three Broomsticks –––– it’s been too long since I went there.” A butterbeer sounded incredible right now.

The Three Broomsticks was one of his favourite places in Hogsmeade, just as it seemed to be one of everyone’s favourite places. It just had that comforting warmth to it that made him never want to leave. Jerking his head towards the pub, Frank set the leisurely pace towards it. “So, how’re things?”

efleshnbones:

Edgar had been six the first time it had happened. Frank’s family had come over before and the children had often been shooed off to play together but, perhaps due to Frank being particularly energetic and mischievous that day, Frank’s Mum had leaned down to Edgar with a kind smile and asked him to keep an eye on her son. Edgar nodded with a grave seriousness far beyond his age and promised he would.

Years later with Frank days away from starting his time at Hogwarts, Mrs. Longbottom had pulled Edgar aside, asking him to once again look out for her Frank. Edgar had readily agreed, determination of a soldier, his once promise turned vow.

It was not a vow always easily kept, in near constant battle with Frank’s motivation, or lack thereof, for subjects he’d deemed unimportant. Yet somehow all of the prodding Frank off to class or staying up to ridiculous hours of morning to help him finish assignments that should have been done weeks ago, had been worth it. Because despite whatever else Frank might be he was still the kid who looked to Edgar for honest advice, who never failed to give Edgar sincere thanks for helping him, who called him brother despite not having a drop of shared blood, and who always seemed happy to see Edgar. Or well, almost always. Edgar has barely recognized Frank’s voice, his normal warmth seemingly absent as he says Edgar’s name.

Edgar thinks back, wondering if he’s accidently slighted Frank recently- he hadn’t stood him up for lunch had he? He could have sworn they weren’t getting together until next week. Confusion melts away in the face of amusement at Frank’s mention of ice-cream. “Don’t worry, I’m still ice-cream free.” He says, in attempt to comfort his clearly disgruntled friend, assuming Frank is upset that he’s decided to try the younger man’s favorite frozen treat without him. “I promise if I ever decided I want to get ice-cream I’ll invite you to come with me. I was just stopping by to talk with Alice."

As if just stopping by to talk to her was going to make him feel better. What was she doing spending time with Edgar? It wasn’t just that the aurors needed her to be focused –––– although that was part of it –––– it was also that Frank felt protective over her. Which was, of course, because he was her mentor, not because of anything else. Because he refused to allow himself to have feelings for her.

Determined not to be too obvious, but also wanting to get answers, Frank was stumped at how to phrase his response. Edgar knew him too well, and after a short moment, he decided ‘fuck it’.

“What do you want with her? She’s in my office, mate; I’m her mentor.” He couldn’t care less if Edgar decided to try ice cream without him ( okay, he would feel a bit betrayed ) but this wasn’t about that. It was about his intentions with her, because it wasn’t as though they worked together, or would have any reason to talk to each other unless it was because he liked her; as far as he knew, the two had never been friends –––– although, it wasn’t as though he knew every single one of Edgar’s friends, and he knew even less about Alice’s –––– so the only explanation was that Edgar was hitting on her. Right?

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afortescue:

Another day, another absurd load of busywork. While the rest of her fellow auror trainees were taken out into the field to be put to the test, or got to spend their days receiving actual training from their mentors, Alice was stuck behind the very desk she was assigned to upon entering this position months ago. Not a day has gone by in her position that she was called upon to do something other than Frank Longbottom’s paperwork. This is not what she signed up for. Sure, she’s well aware that the position isn’t all action – but surely her skills could be far more useful out in the world than confined to all this.

Her patience had been wearing thin for weeks now & that plop of papers hitting her desk was the final straw. She’s had enough. She wasn’t one to stand up to her superiors – hell, the idea of questioning the motives of someone over her head nearly terrified her … but enough is enough.

“Frank,” she calls out, cheeks red as she regrets the informality of it all, “I mean – Auror Longbottom. Can I have a word ?” Her heart is racing a mile a minute – she wonders if he can hear that it’s all but ready to leap on out of her chest.

At the sound of his name, Frank stopped. He’d only been a few steps away from her when she’d called after him, something she’d not done before, and he turned on his heel to face her again. He shrugged ( a word couldn’t hurt ), and walked back over to her desk again, sitting on the edge of it as he turned his head towards her, meeting her eye. “Sure, just make it quick –––– we both have a lot of work to be getting on with.”

It was intriguing; he had no idea what she wanted to talk about, but he knew that it was important. Never before had she asked him to stay for a word, and although a niggling part of his brain told him it might be to do with the way he was treating her, a bigger part of his brain told him it wasn’t. Alice Fortescue was not the type to question her superiors. He knew this from first-hand experience, having been her mentor since she joined the department.

He leaned forwards slightly, towards her, showing her that he was listening. He might have been a little cold to her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be rude.

date: july 11th 1979 location: diagon alley / outside the ice cream parlour status: closed to @efleshnbones

Growing up with Edgar Bones meant that he knew a lot about the man he considered as close as a brother, and one of these things was that Edgar didn’t eat ice cream. It was an odd fact to know, but their childhoods had been linked, their parents being friends. There had been birthday parties, visits to each other’s homes, and more. Then, at Hogwarts, Edgar had looked out for Frank, kept an eye on him, and had even helped him with homework on a couple of occasions where Frank had begged, puppy-eyed, for just a little guidance –––– usually when he’d left them to the last minute.

It was why it was so strange to see him in the Ice Cream Parlour. For a moment, he thought it curious, but was content to move on with his life and assume that Edgar had finally decided to try the treat which Frank loved so much. But then, he halted; his feet had stopped walking as his brain comprehended, truly, what he was seeing. The Ice Cream Parlour was the one that Alice Fortescue’s family owned. Alice Fortescue, the girl from his office, who he most definitely did not have a thing for. What was Edgar doing in there?

Edging a little closer to the shop gave him the opportunity to cup his face against the glass, and see the two of them chatting inside. Frank jumped back, as though the glass had scorched him. His insides twisted –––– clearly, Edgar was not here for ice cream, but for Frank’s employee, which he certainly could not have. He needed her to be focused on work, not Edgar, no matter how charming he was. With the realisation set in, Frank decided to wait just along the road a little, out of sight from the inside of the shop, but so that he’d be in view when Edgar left.

Eventually, after what felt like hours of waiting, Edgar emerged, and Frank pushed himself off of the wall he had been leaning on, and headed over to where his friend now stood. His usual smile was gone, and his brow was creased. Frank simply could not allow this to happen, for the sake of the aurors, who needed their staff focused ( now, more than ever ). “Edgar,” he greeted, tone a little chilly. “Fancy seeing you here, eh? Didn’t think you liked ice cream?”

amosdiggy:

You know, he said. Only Amos didn’t know, not really. The Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was hardly a centerpiece in the war. There had been rumors that you-know-who was trying to ally with giants, but those were only rumors, and Amos doubted the Ministry would send anyone in from his department to handle that sort of a problem. No, his department would advise aurors on how to interact with giants and watch them march off to battle. Amos would never see the front-lines of this battle, but Frank on the other hand, had likely already been there and back.

Suddenly Amos felt guilty for having felt like he needed an escape. What was he escaping from? Paperwork? The billywigs buzzing in around the office? Frank certainly had real work to do, possibly life-saving work.

“Suppose you likely deserve another one of these treats with the work you’re doing. I’m sure it’s a lot less hectic in my department right now.”

Turning to look at Amos, Frank took in the expression on his face, but it wasn’t one that he could really read –––– he’d never really been that good at reading facial expressions, if he was honest. He was always happy to help someone, but picking up on when they needed him wasn’t a strength of his; the people who knew him knew that while he’d always be there for them, they had to come to him about it. So it was Amos’s words that let Frank know what he was thinking, and really, Frank thought it was a bit silly.

“Nah, doesn’t matter how busy the department is, everyone works hard.” Sure, Frank’s job might take him out into the field, but without every department, the Ministry wouldn’t be able to function. While Frank’s job might seem more important right now, he personally thought that everyone had a role to play, no matter how small they might think it was. Plus, Frank just liked to build people up whenever they were putting themselves down.

Of course, Frank did tend to get a bit arrogant from time to time, so hearing that Amos clearly valued the work he was doing did go to his head a little, but it didn’t negate from the fact that his work was important, too. “Every department gets hectic from time to time, doesn’t it, mate?”

blxckhound:

date: 22 July, 1979 location: Hogsmead time: mid-afternoon status: closed @franklongbvttom·

Despite no longer being in school, Sirius still enjoyed frequenting Hogsmead. He found the familiar sights to be peaceful and reassuring. He attempted to make time for the visits, but he hadn’t been in a few weeks. Dressed in wizarding robes (rather than his preferred muggle attire), Sirius made his way through Honeydukes, picking up a few treats here and there. He liked to keep a small stash of sweets in his flat; chocolates had always been his downfall.

After paying he tucked the paper bag into the messenger bag slung over his shoulder – the only thing that revealed his preference for muggle attire. The bag was charmed, already holding far more than any functional bag aught to. The streets were busy, but not as much as they were during the school year. He adjusted the collar of his robe, a light frown tugging his features as the sun crept in.

As he surveyed the crowd, his eyes caught on a familiar face – one that he saw near daily but rarely had a chance to converse with. “Frank!” Despite working with one another, they didn’t get a chance to talk too much. Sirius was dedicated, and often kept himself so busy that he forgot to say hello to James. There was something about working in the auror’s office that made him feel complete and productive. Sirius walked over to Frank, carefully dodging a witch who was rushing past him. He glanced back at her as she muttered a swear his direction. Sirius snorted a bit, shook his head, and turned his full attention towards his coworker. “Long time no see, huh?”

Frank liked spending time in Hogsmeade, just as he enjoyed travelling to Diagon Alley and the other wizarding locations around the country. It was nice to get out and spend some time away from home and the office; he was so busy these days that any chance he got for a bit of a break, he leapt at. There had been a lull this afternoon, a rare thing these days. Frank had found himself with no work ( he’d handed off the last of his paperwork to Alice Fortescue ), and he’d immediately travelled to Hogsmeade before something else could come up and hinder his plans.

He was only planning to spend an hour or two here, and he thought he deserved it –––– he couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had the time for a lunch break. Really, this was the least the Ministry could do for him. When he’d arrived, though, he’d realised he didn’t actually have a specific location in mind. Not wanting to waste his limited time here, though, he decided to just wander down the bustling street and go wherever took his fancy.

The shops lining either side of the road were all familiar to him from his visits here when he was a Hogwarts student, but it had been a while since he’d managed to get away to come here, and there were a few changes he picked up on right away. Some of the shops had been repainted, others were gone entirely, replaced by new ones. But most of them were still the same, and still provoked the nostalgic memories within him, for days that were much simpler than they were now.

Then he heard his name and his head swivelled around, eyes locking on Sirius Black. It seemed that the younger man had taken advantage of the brief relief from the onslaught of work. A smile appeared one his face, and he changed course slightly and began walking over towards Sirius instead, meeting the man halfway. Upon reaching him, he held out his hand to shake. “It has been. How’ve you been holding up at the office? Busy times an’ all.”

amosdiggy:

Amos didn’t know Frank Longbottom very well, but he’d always seemed friendly. They’d gone to school together, although Amos was a few years older and they were in different houses. Now they were both working ministry jobs – very different ministry jobs. Sure, their professions didn’t cross paths often, but the few times they’d interacted had always been pleasant. Giving up the last cauldron cake only proved Amos’ first impressions right. Though, Amos wasn’t one to let such kindness go unrecognized.

“Thanks, mate. It’s on me then, since you gave up the cauldron cake,” he said handing the woman behind the cart a galleon before Frank could object. “Needed some air too? I could imagine your department is busy right now with everything going on.”

Before Frank could protest Amos paying for his treat, the other man had already handed over the money, and there was little Frank could do. So, instead of trying to pay him back, he grinned at Amos, raising his hand to clap him on the shoulder. “Cheers, I appreciate it,” Frank told him. It was then that he took a bite, humming in contentment at the taste. It was good –––– much better than the sandwiches he had left sitting in his office; this was definitely what he had needed.

"Yeah, some air. It’s hectic back there, I just wanted to get away for a little bit. Have a breather, stretch my legs. You know,” he shrugged, “the usual.” Working for the Ministry was always somewhat stressful, even when things were quiet, so working for them now? Well... it was something more akin to hellish, truth be told. But his job was important, and Frank knew that it had to come before his own needs, however much he enjoyed a good night’s sleep. Being an auror was a responsibility; he was protecting those who could not protect themselves, and that was far more important than waking up late on a Sunday morning.

amosdiggy:

date : 9th september, 1979. location : diagon alley status : open

It’d been a while since Amos had strolled through Diagon Alley. The streets were crowded, but he imagined it’d been worse last weekend when Hogwarts students and their parents were still rushing for last minute school supplies. He’d only done his school shopping here once, when Nora bought him a wand. The other years they made a trip to smaller, wizarding marketplaces hidden away in tiny villages in the English countryside. Sure, his robes were never as well tailored, and his books were always tattered, but there was a certain charm to those kinds of places that places like Diagon Alley couldn’t compare to.

Still, it was Amos’ lunch break, and he needed to feel a breeze on his skin. His office in the ministry was tight, cramped and far too cluttered to spend a whole day holed up in. The sweet scent of vanilla wafting through the air left his stomach growling, and suddenly he was reminded of how hungry he’d been in the office. Amos had always had a weakness for sweets, so when he saw one last cauldron cake sitting on a rack outside of Sugarplum’s Sweets Shop, he couldn’t resist. “Can I get that last cauldron cake?,” he said, at the same time as someone else who’d just walked up behind him.

The smell of a cauldron cake was something that Frank Longbottom couldn’t resist these days. After cutting out ice cream ( the smell had begun to remind him of Alice Fortescue ), he’d had to turn his attention to other sweet things. So here he was, outside of Sugarplum’s, asking for the cake at the exact same time as Amos Diggory. Frank recognised the other fellow from school –––– he had been a few years above him, and in a different house, but Frank had known his name even then –––– and from around the Ministry.

With a shake of his head, Frank gestured towards the cake. “You have it, mate,” he told him, “I’ll just grab one of these peppermint toads instead.” He wasn’t fussy, and really, he’d just wanted an excuse to get out of the office and stretch his legs. Coming here had seemed like a good idea –––– plus, it was always nice to go back to Diagon Alley: the memories of shopping for school every year filled him with a sense of nostalgia, but also with joy, for his days at Hogwarts had been some of the most exciting of his life so far. And that was considering that he was currently employed as an auror, one of the most exciting and thrilling professions there were.

date: august 3rd 1979 location: auror department status: closed to @afortescue

Frank had yet another stack of paperwork for Alice Fortescue. Sometimes, the guilt about the way he was treating her began eating him alive; there were a few times when he had reconsidered his decision to keep her at her desk. Most of the time, though, he knew he had to keep her there. It was not an option to fall for another auror –––– not only was it too dangerous ( if he was too worried about his partner out in the field, could he guarantee that he’d put other people’s lives before hers? ), but it was also just... impractical. Workplace romances, he had heard, had never worked out. And he knew that if he let himself spend time with Alice, he wouldn’t be able to suppress what was already growing inside of him.

Dumping the paperwork onto her desk with a flick of his wand, he made sure to keep his tone of voice friendly, but not too friendly when he spoke. “I’ve got some more for you to be getting on with," he informed her, avoiding the use of her name.

( If he called her ‘Fortescue’, it would look odd –––– he called everyone else in the office by their first names –––– but he couldn’t quite bring himself to call her Alice, to let her name roll off of his tongue. There was a lot in her name, and he couldn’t guarantee that an obvious fondness would come along with it. )

“It might seem like a lot,” he gestured to the stack, “but really, you’ll fly through this stuff.” And with that said, he turned on his heel to leave, and get along with a bit more paperwork. It was on these surprisingly quiet days that he managed to get the bulk of his own, more sensitive paperwork done, the stuff he couldn’t just hand off to someone else. And, the reason he was in a hurry? He didn’t want to spend more time around Alice than he needed to.

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full name: frank longbottom

age: twenty-five

gender and pronouns: cismale, he/him

blood status: pureblood

occupation: auror

affiliation: the order

i n t r o d u c t i o n »

Encouragement is what you believe this world needs, especially when the years have slowly made it cruel. You look for the slightest light in the darkest days. You strongly believe that the world won’t fall into darkness, after all, there is light in every corner. One just needs to know where to look. You believe there is always something that will help anyone continue down the path of what is truly right. You believe that the world isn’t meant for these dark days and that one day, all of this will change. You just hope that you will be around when that comes to be.

b i o g r a p h y »

Frank Longbottom was raised in a pure-blood household that put a lot of stake on family honour, but not a lot on blood purity. In the Longbottom family, it wasn’t the blood you had, but it was your actions that defined your worth. Augusta Longbottom instilled these values into her son as he grew up, and he took these values to heart. Throughout his childhood, Frank embraced his sensitive side and his emotions, and was always happy to help with the chores. He was the person that family and friends alike went to when they were in serious need of cheering up, and it was him who made sure that they felt loved and left his company at least slightly more cheerful. The positive reinforcement from these qualities cemented them within him, and became a deep and ingrained part of who he is today.

He awaited his Hogwarts letter like any other child who knew they were destined to go there: with impatient excitement. His mother and father alike had been in Gryffindor, and while he knew that they looked down upon Slytherin and were not as fond of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, Frank thought he’d be happy wherever the famed hat decided to place him. He could see the good and bad qualities in each, and while a part of him hoped that Slytherin would not be the place for him, if it was his destiny to end up there then he would not fight it.

During his sorting ceremony, he was one of the students that took the longest to be sorted. The hat deliberated for three minutes over whether or not he was to be a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor. Eventually Gryffindor won out, due to the bravery rooted within him that he had yet to discover, and he joined his housemates with a sense of relief he had not expected: he was following in his family’s footsteps, and family was something he valued. Frank’s school years were full of friendships and excellence in those areas in which he applied himself. In all the subjects required to become an auror, Frank was among the top few pupils, but those which he didn’t need to achieve his aspiration he was nothing more than slightly above average in. It was as though he only wanted to put in effort where it was really needed, which is something he still does today ––– why would he exert himself in areas that are not key to his aspirations?

Following on from Hogwarts, which he left with Outstanding N.E.W.T.S in Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology and Charms, as well as receiving Exceeds Expectations in Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures, he became an auror. His grades were enough to secure him entry into the character and aptitude tests given by the Ministry, all of which he passed with flying colours. His family were proud beyond belief of his success, and his mother was shocked but delighted when she found out he would be living at home until he met the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with; he had told her he wanted to stay around and help her out as much as he could. She did not argue: in these dark times, having an auror around was a comfort.

It is here at the Ministry that he works now, and here that he intends to die. If he were to die in any way, it would be fighting for what was right, for those who could not fight for themselves. This is also the reason he joined the Order of the Phoenix: because it was right, and because no one deserved to be persecuted for something as insignificant as their blood status.

c o n n e c t i o n s »

alice fortescue » You promised yourself you wouldn’t get involved with another Auror. It’s just not professional. But there’s something about them that has you head over heels for them in the time they’ve been assigned to you. You restrain yourself to the best of your ability, trying to keep them at an arm’s length, but you fear it might be hindering their training.

kingsley shacklebolt » There wasn’t a time when you didn’t know them. They have been a part of your family more so than some of your actual relatives. There has never been a time when you didn’t look up to them and when you signed up to follow in their footsteps, they took you under their wing. They are more than just a friend, they are your mentor and you will do what you can to make them proud.

sybill trelawney » It’s hard to believe anything that comes out of their mouth. You try to ignore their prophecies but you find yourself thinking about the future they speak of more and more often. It’s hard to deny that they speak gibberish when what they speak of becomes true. Maybe they shouldn’t be written off so easily.

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