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[lilyjane-e-blog]

“Face it like a grown up.”

Flash Forward y’all

Soaking wet. Shaking. Crying. How did Lily Potter end up on Alastor Moody’s doorstep and why was she there? Lily wasn’t exactly sure what drove her to the older Auror’s apartment in the middle of the worst thunderstorm she’d seen in London in ages. Desperation? Possibly. Fear? Definitely. Three knocks was all it took before Alastor opened his door and though for a moment Lily did fear he was going to just shut the door on her, she knew him far too well to know that he wouldn’t do that. Alastor was all bark and only 85% bite. The other 15% he was compassionate and someone Lily really looked up to and luckily for her that 15% was strong enough tonight to let the mess of the girl into his home.

“Do you want me to call James?” the question was a fair one but it instantly caused Lily to prickle, her heart racing as she shook her head “Please don’t.” her voice sounded frantic as she clutched the towel he had given her tighter around her shoulders. “That’s why I’m here actually”. Lily didn’t really have anyone to give her fatherly advice these days. After years of barely speaking her own father had passed away a few months ago leaving the young girl with a hole of sorts in her heart. There was so much hurt and though she hadn’t had a father figure in years the deafening fact that she never would have one again had begun to tear at her. If she could do anything to let her have one more conversation with her father today would be the day she would. But she couldn’t so instead she sought the solace of the closest thing she could think of in the form of Alastor Moody.

Her history with Moody wasn’t the strongest. They had met when she was 17 through Albus Dumbledore and over the last few years she had gotten to know him better. To this day she still wondered if he actually liked her or not but something in her gut told her that the grumpy attitude was just his thing and that deep down she had grown on him a little bit. He certainly had grown on her enough so that she was here in his kitchen about to tell him the most singularly important thing she’d ever told anyone.

It started with a sore back. Her lower back felt tight and no matter how much she stretched the tightness refused to go away. A few days later Lily was standing in the kitchen and the next thing she knew she had woken up on the floor, the light headed queasy feeling was what really scared her. Piercing headaches began to plague her to the point sometimes black was the only thing she could see. Honestly Lily thought she might have a brain tumor, it had crossed her mind enough that today she had made her way to St. Mungos. James had no clue about any of these besides witnessing her throwing up a few times, and Lily wanted to keep him in the dark. She didn’t need him to worry, she wanted to keep him sane as long as possible because if it was a tumor she was going to need her husband as much as ever. Alas it had not been a tumor. Lily was not dying. Instead she was very much alive.

“I’m pregnant” the words fell off her tongue as the first time she had spoken them aloud. Turning her eyes to look up at Moody, her gaze was wild and held the shock she still felt. Lily thought she was dying when really she was bringing new life. “I had a blood test today. I thought I was sick but instead...” she trailed off as the words got lodged in her throat, “I’m so scared, Moody. We’re at war. How can I have a baby right now?” she asked. That was it Lily was hysterical once more doubled over with her face in her hands as she cried. “It’s all my fault. I’m supposed to be responsible. My baby is going to be born into a world that wants it dead” sob after sob racked her thin frame until she was left hiccuping and out of breath.

“Face it like a grown up.”

The words were striking enough to hush Lily’s cries. “I’m barely a grown up. How can I face this?” she asked, shaking her head as she rubbed at her green eyes, “There’s nothing you can do to change this. So face it like a grown up” Moody repeated as he stood above her arms crossed over his chest, “You’re pregnant. You need to deal with it. Crying isn’t going to change this”. Moody was right about that one, her crying hysterically wasn’t doing anything but probably upsetting the baby. Wiping her eyes with the towel Lily nodded, “I’m so scared. I don’t know how to tell James. He’s going to be so upset” Lily told him, feeling the tears threaten to fall once more. “You have to tell him, Lily you can’t hide a baby from him. So go home and tell him” it seemed easy coming out of Moody’s mouth. Too easy. But maybe he had a point. 

Standing up Lily hugged Moody in spite of the fact she knew he didn’t want her touching him. “I needed to hear that” she told him, holding onto the stone man for a beat more before pulling away and neatly folding up his towel. “Thank you” she gave him a small smile, “Please keep this to yourself, by the way. I promise I’ll tell Dumbledore soon, but first I probably should tell my husband” the last part caused her to smile a little though she really didn’t know why she was smiling. “I’m going to be a mum, can you imagine that?” it was a rhetorical question and shaking her head Lily stepped out of the kitchen towards his front door. “A Potter baby. You officially have 29 weeks to plan your escape because if James and I bug you this much only imagine what the baby’s going to be like?”

[lilyjane-e-blog]

♘ for a questioning text

Lily►Dad Moody: Hypothetically on a scale of 1-10 how likely would you be to kill me if I sent you an edible arrangement to your office?

Lily►Dad Moody: I feel like it’s closer to a 1 or a 2 because it’s fruit and chocolate but it might be a 5 or a 6 because I sent it to your office. 

Lily►Dad Moody: I hope you’ll at least eat it before coming to kill me

[stormrising-rp]

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[benwicked-blog]

“Don’t underestimate the importance of body language.”

Whether it was a quote from Patrick Jane or not, Benjy nodded politely at Alastor’s remark and focused back on the video playing on the laptop. They were currently sitting at the Auror’s desk, watching a camera footage of an area near the Ministry dating from the day before the bombing attack. The quality had been too blurry to see anything, thus Alastor had asked Benjy to come in order to shed some light on these pixels. But after his finished work, Benjy had proposed to stay and offer a second pair of eyes to the tape, since it was after all Order business now. 

In all honesty, he didn’t believe much in the science of body language. Human minds couldn’t be analyzed or compartmentalized so easily, and these observations were too subjective to be used as evidence in court, making the whole process a little bit pointless. “The man with the hat has scratched his elbow four times in the space of two minutes.” Benjy still pointed out and indicated the figure with his finger. 

[lilyjane-e-blog]

❝ everything has its consequences. ❞

The Order potluck had gone off with a hitch. Lily had done some schmoozing and meeting and greeting and all that stuff that a proper initiate was tasked to do. She hadn’t had any alcohol, because she knew that would end badly, and had been on her absolute best behavior all evening. The truth was that Lily wanted to be taken seriously within the Order, she yearned to be respected by some of the most intelligent and hard working wizards of the century. She wanted to earn their respect so she kept her behavior high and made it her goal to speak to everyone, at least once, at the event and she had succeeded in that.

Now the Order after party was a different story. A little less formal than the potluck this was hosted by the Prewett brothers at the Prewett gym. It was there that Lily had been somehow talked into a taco eating contest with Paul Jordan against Lucie Davies and Fabian Prewett. Though she was small in body Lily was not a loser. Paul was aware of that and that’s why she was picked though it seemed everyone thought it was a bad decision to pick the lightweight. 

Well everyone was now eating their words as Paul and Lily had managed to pull out a win when Fabian Prewett had to run outside and puke and though she was happy they had one honestly this win might not have been worth it. Paul sat comatose in a chair in the corner now, clearly regretting his decision to wake up this morning, and Lily was grumbling to Evie Dolohov about how bloated she felt when a voice interjected in their conversation.

Looking at Moody, Lily wondered why he was still there-this hardly seemed like his scene, before shooting him a glare. “You know I don’t need to be lectured about this now, Dad, where were you before I decided to eat all those tacos?” she asked, “Besides Fab’s outside throwing up. Why don’t you go lecture him. At least I’ve kept my stomach” she told him patting the clear food bump on her svelte form. “I might die but at least I won. That’s better than any consequence I could face”. 

[hb-helenaofwales]

☢ for a snarky text

I can practically hear your wry tone of voice. And I’m not even going to engage you in debate.Ender’s Game is better than John Carter. End. of. Story. Good grief. Were you raised by wolves? 

[hb-helenaofwales]

✂ for a worried text about the receiver

This is strange, I’m sure, but are you alright? Someone was talking about how a few aurors had been ambushed near Lancashire and worry got the better of me.

[benwicked-blog]

❝you're going to do WHAT with WHAT?❞

Benjy opened his mouth and ended up closing it at a loss of words. He wasn’t really surprised by Alastor’s reaction, but he might admit that he had been impressed to hear some emotion in the Auror’s voice for once. Yet, considering that he had just voiced aloud that he wanted to create a new charm which would produce the properties of a phone call with only the snap of two fingers needed, the gasp was understandable. 

“I mean when you think of it,” Benjy started calmly, knowing that if he started to talk fastly he would look crazy. “We have the Patronus already and it helps the exchange of important messages, sure, but what if something bad happens to a young wizard who has no idea what happiness feels like, or who wasn’t taught about this charm yet? What if you are having a hard time and can’t remember what brings you joy? What if you are getting tortured and a Patronus seems unbearable, or your wand got smashed?” The arguments were slipping from his lips without stopping. “And it’s not one of the easiest magic, not everyone has the capacity to produce a Patronus.”

The big picture seemed surreal but now that it was in his mind, it was too late. Benjy wouldn’t be able to drop the idea unless the pros were fewer than the cons, and even then he would certainly trust his guts over his reason. It had happened, once, and now he was in history books and rich beyond his needs. “I’m sure I can make it Alastor, and we both know that dark times are coming faster than we all anticipated.”