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Alexander was being careful, just like Mr. Moody had ordered, there was an Auror in the shop with him and another outside, they had control of the area and he was wearing a robe with the hood up to boot. It all felt over the top, and increased his nerves but, it was necessary, or so the ministry believed. In dire need of a distraction he overheard a woman speaking and looked in close, âOh? How old are they? Iâve got a friend with an eight year old Iâm looking to get something for, I know muggle kids books better than magic ones.â Â
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She could have questioned the hood but Mckenzie wasnât easily phased. There was too much going on with the children and constant worrying about everything else to be getting nosey. âFour, six, and eight,â She answered. âAlthough the eight year old is more like an eighteen year old at this point. Too clever for her own good and too much sass for someone under ten.â
Mckenzie & Open Flourish and Blotts - Diagon Alley
The visit to the bookstore was meant to be purely work related since there was a new anthology she planned on perusing before properly purchasing it. She had found the book in question and left it temporarily forgotten, distracted by new books in the childrenâs section. Mckenzie made it through three of the books before giving an exasperated sigh. âI can already imagine my kids pointing out all three are too similar,â She grimaced. âMaybe itâs time to seek out a few muggle ones for a change of pace.â
Alice and Open
Where: Ministryâs Gala
It was strange being at a ministry event where she wasnât going to drink. Alice supposed she didnât really need alcohol to have a good time, but it was strange. She was bound to have a good time anyway, and was looking forward to not having a hang over tomorrow. Of course, that didnât mean she wouldnât wake up and not be sick. But that was a tomorrow problem. For now, she was going to enjoy the gala. It was a nice opportunity to dress up, and thankfully sheâd managed to find a dress that hid her small bump quite nicely. Hopefully there would be no awkward conversations tonight.
She smiled as someone joined her at the table that sheâd been sat at for the last few moments. âEvening. Are you enjoying the gala?â
âEvening,â Mckenzie greeted before claiming a seat across from Alice. Events that involved more people than the few acquaintances she kept had a way of stressing her out so a familiar face was something she was grateful for. âTo a point I suppose.â She shrugged. Her opinion on the evening would have been entirely different if it werenât for her kids being at home and having shown up alone.
Mckenzie & Open Ministry Spring Gala
âIf youâll excuse me,â Mckenzie held a hand up to interrupt the person that had gotten far too close to her for comfort. It hadnât taken much convincing to get her to go out since she seldom took time for herself, but the personâs insisting on getting into her personal space and trying to control the conversation and keep her attention was something she didnât appreciate.
A quick exit proved necessary and she was all too happy to approach the next familiar face to pass by. âOh there you are darling,â She sighed then slipped an arm around the personâs waist, deliberately guiding them away from the stranger. âI was beginning to think youâd forgotten about me - what with having asked for a drink and all.â Another moment then she leaned in close to them, using the action as an excuse to subtly look over her shoulder. The message of not being interested appeared to have been received.
âA pity it took that to get them to give up,â She sighed then distanced herself from the person, forcing out a laugh before she said anything else. âMy hero for having provided a swift exit instead of shoving me away.â
where & when: ministry of magic, werewolf support services office. early morning. status: open to anyone/everyone.Â
Remus is used to sleeping just about anywhere these days. If the childhood spent moving to a new house every few months hadnât done it, then the weeks at a time spent sleeping rough with other werewolves during the war certainly had. When heâd planned to stay on at work last night, he hadnât intended on testing out if that ability extended to his desk; but itâs exactly there that Remus finds himself waking, bleary eyed with his cheek pressed into scattered sheets of parchment.Â
Thereâs never been much light in the gloomy little office at the best of times, so heâs not got the faintest idea what time it is. Awareness comes⌠slowly. Groggily. And then all at once when he realises heâs no longer alone in here. âIâm awake! Iâm up, Iââ Remus frowns slightly, a crinkle forming between his brows. âMerlin, what time is it?â
âNearly noon,â Mckenzie murmured, lips pressing together to suppress what would have been a teasing grin. âYou may want to redo that top parchment. You were drooling.â Having never been one for taking things overly seriously, the bluntness was nothing new. There was the slightest hint of a smile before she took on a more serious expression.
âOnce youâre uh⌠a bit more awake, can I bother you with reading this report that has to go back to Magical Catastrophes?â She glanced down at the parchment that was held in her left hand. Research was the primary role of her job but the project in her hand had turned into disputing claims that implied the werewolf community was involved instead of magic in regards to an incident involving a muggle woman.
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âI mean, I see a lot of you in themâ he smiled slightly. Daniel looked at the kids as they all played happily. He couldnât imagine how hard it must be for her, to raise them on her own. At her comment of not having kids unless Caradoc came back magically made Daniel pause for a moment. He always felt conflicted about saying anything because he felt it wasnât his place, but did anyone else ever talked to her?
âYou know, KenzieâŚâ he began carefully. âIâm sure Doc wouldâve wanted you to move on with your lifeâ he spoke, his tone gentle. âThat would be nice, to have Neville over⌠maybe all he needs is a guy friend, you know? Heâs surrounded by girls, maybe he needs a break from you allâ he tried joking playfully. âIs there anything I can do to help?â He then asked.
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âIâm not so sure,â Mckenzie laughed. âUnless we count the spunky attitude on Matilda. I finally understand what my mother meant by claiming I was her mini-me back to haunt her.â There was the slightest falter to her expression when Dan spoke again. Nothing noticeable if the person didnât know her well but there was a slight tilt to her lips and furrowed brows at what Dan said. She never knew what to say when that sort of suggestion came about. On one hand, there was no evidence that her spouse had passed â no body, no clothes, no clues, nothing. The realistic side of things had her acknowledging that four years without Doc should have counted as more than enough reason to try to move on. Pettigrewâs resurfacing after the same amount of time, however, left her feeling all too conflicted. It wasnât something she wanted to burden Dan with so she merely shrugged her shoulders.
âI know,â There was no conviction in the answer. âBut it doesnât feel right. And Iâve barely got the time to branch out with all three being as young as they are.â Her children were hardly to blame since she had a babysitter. It was mostly a matter of feeling guilty for leaving them for extended periods of time. That and the worry of her moving on just to have Doc resurface soon after. âHe probably does need a break,â She added with a shake of her head. âWeâre okay at the moment. Minus the screaming fits about my not being able to summon Mal a little brother. Next thing you know, all three will be asking for another sibling.â The cottage had an extra bedroom so there would have been space for another child. The logistics involved with having another baby were something she wasnât entirely ready to tackle though. âFarmâs been running smoothly and the girls picked up art classes on top of the martial arts lessons theyâre taking with their brother.â
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Research is a complicated passion for Mckenzie. Although employed as a research assistant, she would have wanted to do more and had planned on having the opportunity to do so. Raising three kids on her own brought any wants for herself to a halt. She isnât unhappy by any means, but the interest in finding a more professional job that was research and learning related no longer exists. Farming can count as a hobby since the Dearborn property has a decent amount of land dedicated to a barn and animals. Her children are now old enough to assist with caring for the animals and she is overjoyed that they seem just as passionate about the place as she and Doc were when deciding on building it.
Mckenzie & Open Ministry of Magic - Atrium
She was running late. It was the one day being on time would have proven necessary since there was a mandatory meeting withe department and happened to be a day where one of her kids wasnât feeling all that great. Milli had pulled out tears when she explained she couldnât stay home and the guilt wasnât something she could easily shake - even with spending almost every waking moment with her kids. The apology and a promise of returning with soup and a pepper-up potion hadnât felt good enough but the thought was pushed from the front of her mind upon realizing one of the lifts was about to close.
âHold the door,â The words escaped mere seconds before she sped up her pace, needing a few deep breaths to recollect herself once the door closed with her inside of it. âThird floor please and sorry if I scared you,â Mckenzie shook her head. âIt would have turned into needing to leave and come back with coffee for the entire department as a way of apologizing for being even later than I already am.â
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âMrs. Dearborn,â Remi smiles broadly taking her hand and offering a polite kiss on her right cheek and then her left in a typical greeting between friends. âHow are Matilda and Millie? Theyâre always such a pleasure to have in class. Their skills have really progressed since you first enrolled them. Hopefully we can inspire the next generation of great artists,â he is polite and speaks warmly, though his brown eyes pivot the room searching for her youngest. Malachi was endearing but as rambunctious as any four year-old he had ever met. He had already conscripted his own son to keep the toddler busy if need be.Â
Balancing attention is the one challenge Mckenzie faces when it comes to taking her children in for art classes. Her youngest could be a menace while her older two took pride in the work they created, often wanting her to watch for a few minutes. Those two to three minutes were always enough time for Malachi to cause some sort of mischief. Thankfully, there has been minimal damage done but it doesnât stop her from apologizing profusely when it turns into Remiâs son wrangling him. âMr. Moon,â She beams in greeting. âThey convinced me to splurge on an art desk and supplies so they can practice at home.â Malachi is, thankfully, by her side for the time being, eyeing Remi with a wary expression. âItâs proven to do some good since heâs taken an interest in coloring somewhere that isnât the cottageâs walls.â
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âNahh, Nev and Mal are best mates, itâs good for him not to be the only kid. Though Iâm sure Alice thinks Iâm still a child running around. Itâll be good for them to grow up together,â he smiles again and follows Kenzie into her house. He sets the dish of food down on a counter top and opens his arms for a hug. Frankâs always been a hugger and an affectionate man overall. Something he had to pay attention to around the office, lest Moody fire him for being inappropriate with Alice at work. âCome âere darlinâ. Tell me how you been.âÂ
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âI doubt that,â Kenzie chuckles. âI appreciate it. Truly. Heâs been begging for a younger brother as of recent and didnât like hearing I canât make that happen. I think encouraging him and Neville to be close is the closest Iâll be able to get in fulfilling his want.â She happily goes in for the hug, needing a moment before she releases him. âHomeâs been hectic as usual but I wouldnât have it any other way. The girls have been taking their art classes seriously to the point where I may need to start giving some of their work away. How have things been with you?â
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Dan laughed as well, understanding why she might not want to think about that. He often thought how hard it must be for her, with three kids and on her own. It must also be maddening, not having the proof that her husband is dead. Knowing himself, he would cling to any glimpse of hope that there was. Even if it was clear that the man was dead, if there was no body, then how could anyone be so sure?
âDo they though?â He grinned, his eyes moving to the kids that were around. âOh noâ he said as she explained what was going on. âI mean, I never had any siblings, but I feel bad for himâ he admitted. âSo the animals donât work, huh?â He wondered, running his hand over his jawline. âHave you thought of any other alternatives?â
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âThatâs up for debate,â Mckenzie laughed. She could barely tell anymore but there was no denying that Malachi was all Caradoc when it came to appearances and demeanor. She threw a glance in her childrenâs direction, relieved that they appeared to be getting along well. It was a lot of trust to not have her youngest two glued to her side but they knew better than to stray too far. She wasnât exactly a helicopter parent but having lost her spouse left her keeping a close eye on her kids, having even gone as far as signing them up for muggle self defense lessons.
âHe wants a younger brother,â Mckenzie whispered, voice still low when she continued her thought. âNo chance of that unless Doc magically comes back. Heâs been acting like wishing for a baby brother will make one appear in my stomach. I had to ask the Longbottoms if we can have Neville over more just for the sake of balancing things out a little. Little guy is stuck on Neville not being good enough since he doesnât live with us.â
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Mckenzie spritzes Caradoc's cologne on her bed each night, having gone out of her way to have stocked up on several bottles for the sake of not losing the main scent she associates with her spouse.
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Although able to keep a headstrong front, a firm belief that her spouse may still be alive has kept Mckenzie from properly grieving for Caradoc. Little things have the ability to spark feelings of sadness but she has been doing her best to keep from letting that show since she doesn't want to be caught crying by her children. Peter Pettigrew's return has left her with mixed emotions since his reappearance after being presumed dead has her hoping something similar will happen with Doc.
She wouldn't call it denial, merely her trying to keep hope during a particularly trying time.
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Neville squeels in excitement as Frank uses his wand to lift him up and float him down to the threshold of the Dearborn house. Neville had always had a particular sort of nervousness about him out in public but he was a true hellion in the places he was comfortable. Frank only hoped his son would keep his clothes on for the remainder of the visit -something he hadnât always been known to do. Frank blamed himself for that, not that heâd ever admit it to Alice. clothes were confining. Stuffy. âLet the boys have their fun. Hopefully they can wear each other out. Maybe we can get some sleep tonight bruv,â he smiles again at Kenzie, âyou gonna invite me in or should i start eating this with my hands?âÂ
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âI hope so,â Mckenzie laughs and sets Malachi down. He takes off running after Neville once released. âI had to leave him in charge of getting the chickens into their pen last night just to get him to go to bed early. Supervised of course.â It was a particularly daunting task that left Kenzie struggling to contain her laughter at watching her son chase chickens around their enclosure. âRight, I suppose you can come in,â She beams. âA pleasure to have you both over as always. I owe you next time.â