alicia imelda longbottom

alice i longbottom (nee crouch). twenty-five. auror. mother. badass.

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barty-jrouch​:

where: DMLE who: Barty Crouch Jr. and Alice Longbottom ( @wonderlxngbottom​ )

Sebastian’s death should have left Barty shaken. A fellow young Death Eater, killed in cold blood by the hands of the Order. Someone Barty has reasons to believe was compromised. One wrong move and it could have been him, catching the Unforgivable Killing Curse. 

But it wasn’t.

Barty would like to believe that he never made the wrong move. 

Now he was back to work. Working for the Minister, he was pushed hard as ever. There were statements to be made. Questions to answer. Department Heads to be notified about changes that should be made to support Bagnold’s statement about her disproval of the Order. He was on his way to the DMLE now when he bumped into a face he’s been seeing around but never really talked to. His cousin’s. “Is your boss here?” he asked.

Alice had the case file from the illegal magical creature trader murder open on the desk. Notes were scribbed on the backs of crime scene photo’s, stuck onto the paperwork with sticking notes. A large mug of coffee sat half drank on the desk, haphazardly placed on a coaster so that the drink wouldn’t mark the expensive wood. Hearing a voice, she looked up, immediately putting her quill back onto the ink pot. Surprise pulled her brows up. She hadn’t seen Barty in... she couldn’t even recall. Even though they worked in the same place, it was rare they came across one another. She was always in her department or on the scene. Most of the time, she went out and grabbed lunch and brought it back to the office, unless she was popping by to see Neville.

Her cousin stood before her. Immediately, Alice stood up, moving behind her chair and pushing it in. “Barty,” she said his name with surprise. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad to see him. But she didn’t let that swirl within her, instead she addressed the question that had been directed at her. “He’s just gone out for lunch. He should be back in ten minutes or so, though,” she told him. An unopened sandwich sat on her desk, waiting to be eaten. “Do you want to leave a message with me? Or wait?” she asked. 

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frnklngbttm​:

She was definitely injured.  He didn’t need for her to tell him that.  They had been together for far too long, seen each other through far too much, for him to not notice when something wasn’t right.  But she was strong, far stronger than he was, so if she said she was fine he believed her – they could assess later, once they found Neville and they left this chaos.  He held onto her until she pulled away – he could never seem to do that first.  “Completely fine,” he reassured her.  Maybe a few bumps and bruises, but nothing worth talking about, nothing that couldn’t be handled after they found Neville.

“Molly was – well, I hope they weren’t inside.  But with that many kids?  I’m sure the older ones wanted a treat with their pocket money.  Let’s check over by the –” he cut himself off, pulling Alice out of the way of some debris from the stadium.  “over by the shops,” he repeated.

Without waiting for too much of an answer he walked in that direction, keeping their hands intertwined.  Guilt burned in his stomach.  His job was to help, to make things safe for the innocent people impacted by yet another tragedy.  But he couldn’t think about them right now – his priority was to his family.  “Do you see them anywhere?”

Alice nodded her head, regarding him for a moment to see for herself that he was completely fine. Satsified that nothing was hurting him too much, she laced her fingers with his. “I saw her for a while earlier -- they were just outside, but that was hours ago,” she told him.

She moved with Frank, avoiding the debris. “Shops,” she echoed his words, nodding her head. “Yeah, shops, let’s go there first...we can bring any kids we find back with us until we get Neville,” she said, her eyes already searching the surrounding area as she walked with Frank. Alice didn’t think for a minute that Neville wasn’t safe. Molly was an incredibly capable witch and a fierce mother - if Alice would trust anyone other than herself, Frank or Augusta with her son, it would be Molly. But this was far too close to how she’d felt when Harry had been taken. The idea of Neville being even next to danger, let alone in it, made her feel sick. She squeezed Frank’s hand a littel harder, grounding herself.

Alice was always silent when she was pulling herself into the moment - when she was focused, she was razor sharp, it was like she wore blinkers. Of course, this instant was a little different. It involved her son, and their was carnage around her. “No, not yet,” she uttered. She was silent for a few more moments before she stilled. “Wait, I can see... is that?” she trailed off. “Over there...is that Giraffe?” she asked. There were countless theories as to why Giraffe was there, the most possible was that Neville had dropped him at some point during the day. That was, if what she’d seen was in fact Giraffe. Or Raff, as Neville called it.

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gwenlockhart​:

Gwen was entirely perplexed by the idea of children.  Honestly, what did you even do with them?  Did you toss them in the corner and hope for the best?  Or did you give them a nice bowl full of water.  That was mostly a joke – she knew you had to feed them and love them.  But she had no good examples of good parents to model herself after.  Her father was weak-willed and gave in to her mother, even when her mother was being borderline neglectful.  And her mother was – not great, to say the best.  She nodded solemnly at Alice’s statement.  “But I think the fact that you are worrying about getting it right says all you need to know – I’m sure you and Frank are great parents.  And it isn’t one of those fake compliments you give people because you feel bad for them.  Do you do that too?  Honestly, a compliment is so good for cheering people up.  But I really, really think you two will be some of the best.  Sing-babbling.  That sounds adorable.  My oldest sister has a daughter, but they don’t come around all that often.  I wonder what cute things she does?”

“Of course.  We could consider it a bit of a study abroad trip.  A bit of reminiscing and heritage for you lot, and so new and interesting plants for all of us –” she laughed as she looked down to see Neville petting at a fern.  “Her name is Roberta.  Roberta, this is Neville.  I’m sure you’re both very pleased to meet the other’s acquaintance.”

Alice smiled softly. Coming from Gwen ( well to hear anyone say it was...nice because being a parent was damn hard ), but coming from Gwen, it meant something to Alice. Neville had never been their plan; especially during the war. He’d been a surprise; a debate as to the ethics of having a child at that time. But he’d been a glimmer of hope and beauty in the darkness. Her soft smile crackled to a bigger one, a chuckle pressing past her lips. “I think everyone does that,” she told Gwen. “Honestly, it’s very human -- to make other’s feel a little better. And a harmless compliment doesn’t really affect much -- so it’s not a dangerous thing to do,” she added. “We’re still learning, but I think, at least for myself, it’s extremely gratifying to see him grow and smile and laugh and just... exist,” she admitted. “Sing-babbling, yes. I coined the phrase, but Nev is the true artist,” she told Gwen. “Does your sister live far away?” she asked.

The brunette grinned. “That would be...great,” she admitted. “Although, I don’t know if I could hack the heat any more,” she told her friend with a faux look of horror. Alice took a bite from the sandwich she’d made and watched Neville playing with the fern. She looked quizzically at the fern before looking at Gwen. “B-b-berta,” he repeated. “Mummy, look!” he turned to Alice. She nodded her head, putting her sandwich down and crouching by him. “Pretty plant, baby,” she said softly, kissing his head. “Be gentle with Roberta,” she reminded him.

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prwttgdnn​:

Gideon nodded. He supposed he got off easy with last names. He felt bad for anyone who had a hyphenated last name. That’s gotta be a mouthful. Would he hyphen his last name if he married a man? He pushed the thought aside; that was so completely off topic. Gideon laughed. “I’ll have to find them in a bit,” he assured her. He felt like he was holding his breath a bit, but the conversation seemed normal enough for now. “Amos is great,” he said. Not a lie. “Cedric is good too. He’s… four now I believe. You’d think I’d remember, I was just at his birthday party.” He laughed. He was always forgetting the ages of the kids in his life. “I just love seeing kids watch Quidditch. It’s amazing to see the awe in their eyes.”

Alice smiled. “Good, that’s great,” she replied. “I’ve always thought Amos was a nice person,” she admitted. Alice liked to think she had a good judge of people; the right amount of optimism and skepticism. The brunette raised a brow, soft surprise settling on her features. “Four? Already? Wow,” she said. Alice found herself laugh. “You went to his birthday and still don’t remember?” she asked. “Hmm,” she mused. “Trying to figure out if I should give you a break, seeing as you have a gazillion nephew’s and a niece to also keep a track of,” she told him. Alice smiled. “Neville loves trying to find the snitch,” she told Gideon with a laugh. “I got him a stuffed golden snitch toy a few months back and he won’t sleep without it now,”

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frnklngbttm​:

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Anxiety was his constant state anymore.  Every day he was reminded exactly why he was a horrible person for bringing a child into this life, into this war – he couldn’t even bring his son to a Quidditch match without fearing that he’d be the next one to lose a child.  And what was it doing to Neville?  Trauma as a baby was still trauma?  Was he going to grow up afraid or angry because of the world he was born into?  He had wanted this to be done long before he brought a son into the world, but Neville’s presence almost made him desperate to end it.  And Dedalus?  That had to have been a mistake – there was no way… was there?  But he had seen him with his own eyes.

He had been searching for Molly or for Alice, paying little mind to the job he should have been doing.  He was a good Auror most of the time, but when he couldn’t be both a good auror and a good father or husband he was going to choose his family every time. 

It took a frustratingly long time before he spotted Alice on the edge of the crowd.  Neville was still with Molly then, and he trusted her to look after him.  “Alice!” He called, not wanting her to run off before he could get to her.  She was standing, that was good.  They could assess more later.  “Are you – what do you want to do?”  The chaos seemed to have died down now that he was out of the stadium, but there was still work to do.  He had already lost Isaac in the crowd.  Maybe they could help contain things, but he wasn’t thinking rationally right now.  “We should go, right?  Or…”

She felt the world around her slow ( in reality she knew that it hadn’t - just that she processing information internally which had momentarily overwhelmed her ) Dedalus Diggle had killed Sebastian Wilkes. Word had travelled fast amongst the Auror’s as the perpetrator was still yet to be apprehended. He... Alice had spoken to him moments before, moments before, and had no inkling or feeling that things were wrong, or about to go wrong. She was trained to detect even the smallest nuances in a situation and react to them. She was trained to feel out a situation and respond accordingly. And... well, she’d failed hadn’t she? What was worse was that she knew Dedalus, personally, and even then, she hadn’t spotted that he was about to walk into a box and murder someone. Death eater or not, the order hadn’t sanctioned any assassination, and personally, Alice thought Azkaban was a fate worse than death, and much more deserving of those who wished to injure, kill and codemn half-blooded and muggleborn witches and wizards. Well, any heinous person. How could he have been so rash and stupid? How could he--

Alice was jostled from her thoughts as someone ran past her, knocking her arm forcefully. She stumbled a few steps before straightening up. Crowd control, she needed to control the crowd, otherwise there would be another stampede, and she’d like to avoid more injuries. She held up her arms, yelling as loudly as she could. Only those closest could hear her however. “Please calm down,” she called out. Useless. Lifting her hand and wand into the air, she shot a warm purple flare into the air with enough noise to quieten her area of the crowd. She leapt onto the closest raised area she could find to grab everyone’s attention. “Okay, I know you’re all scared, what you witnessed was...horrible. Utterly, horrible. And I know you’re anxious to get to loved ones and get out of here -- trust me, I understand that. But we need a little bit of order, otherwise people are going to get hurt and it’s going to take ten times longer to get you out of here and home,” she shouted out, trying to be as calming and professional as she could be. She heard her name being called and spotted Frank. “I’m going to leave you in the very capable and kind hands of Auror Heinrich, who is going to tell you what to do next. Direct all questions and information to her, and she will assist. And please remember, not to panic! The suspect has been apprehended,”

Alice jumped down and moved as quickly as she could to Frank. Without a word, she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly for a second. “Thank Godric you’re okay,” she breathed out. “I’m fine, I’m okay, I’m...” she took a moment to assess herself; after seeing Wilkes fall from the sky, a flash of green stealing his life, Alice had sprung to action, heading for the pitch, of course, as she tried to head towards the body, other’s poured from their seats trying to head away. Although she’d gotten out with no serious injuries, she had been slammed against a wall once, injuring her left shoulder, and she’d perhaps twisted her ankle, but adrenaline had masked these injuries until now. “In one piece and can deal with...pain later,” she finished. Despite no longer hugging Frank, her hand had found his, clasping to it tightly. “We--” she didn’t know how to answer that. They were aurors. Their job was to be here and deal with the situation. But there was plenty of aurors here that could do so. Not every auror was a parent like them. “We’re parents,” she said finally. “Let’s find out son and get him home,”

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fcnwick​:

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“sweating my ass off, but otherwise it’s going pretty well,”  benjy replied with a laugh.  he’d just finished getting a shot of one of the booths when he saw alice approaching, his camera still in hand.  “a couple, when they were first coming out.  stephens has been focusing on the match itself.  i’m more here for the atmosphere, or whatever you wanna call it.”  his coworker was a far bigger quidditch fanatic, and this enabled benjy to do a lot more roaming for other purposes.  it couldn’t have worked out better for him.  he nodded, giving an assuring smile.  “yeah.  all good.  how are you doing?”

A small, amused smile found Alice’s lips. She slipped her hand into one of her deep pockets and pulled out a bottle of water, handing it to him. “Keep hydrated,” she told him. Alice nodded as she listened, still casting her eye over the area as she was supposed to be doing. “The ambience?” she offered as an alternative. “Fans enjoying themselves, eating, drinking, laughing, ecetera,” she said, looking back to Benjy. “I think I’d prefer doing that than action shots of players and the game,” she admitted. “It’s nice to see people enjoy themselves and not worry about life for a while,” she added. Alice smiled. “I’m okay, nothing crazy on my end either - which is great. It being non-suspicious also means I can pop by and see Nev,”

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prwttgdnn​:

“Molly and Marlowe definitely got off easy,” Gideon agreed. He nodded. He hadn’t seen either of his sisters that day. He spent most of the day with Amos and Cedric. “I’ll have to find her and say hello,” he said. “I’ve actually spent some time with Amos and Cedric today,” he said, saying the words before worrying about how Alice would take them. “I love hearing kids talk about Quidditch and the cup. It’s great to see the world through their eyes.”

Alice nodded her head with a grin. “I’m not going to say favourtism but...” she trailed off, joking of course, but still enjoying the teasing of her -- well, surrogate brother. “Even I got off easier and my name is Spanish. Alicia Imelda Cro--Longbottom,” she told him, causually moving past the slip of tongue when almost saying her maiden name -- her...pre-Prewett/Weasley name. “Absolutely, because I’m sure, other than Neville, she and the sprogs would love to see you,” she told him. Alice smiled warmly. “Oh yeah? How are they doing? I haven’t seen Amos in...a while,” she admitted. Work and Neville had kept her busy. “And Cedric, how old is he now?” she asked. The brunette chuckled. “Honestly, just getting any opinion from a kid is brilliant. They see things so...wonderfully sometimes.” she admitted. “I could listen to Neville babble about ducks all day,” she said, and that was saying something, because he didn’t form full sentences yet.

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drfawley​:

“i don’t see why it can’t be both,”  he replied, trying his best to keep the air light despite the mess around them.  his eyes immediately caught the blood on the floor, and he stooped down to look at it.  well.  at least it wasn’t fresh.  only then did danny begin to notice all the creatures, their cages surprisingly intact.  “i assume so.  proudfoot was on his way down there when he stopped by and told me to assist.”  he noticed something angry in the corner — what it was, he wasn’t sure, as he’d dropped care of magical creatures after fifth year in favor of NEWT courses he thought would be more beneficial to his future career as an auror.  maybe that had been a mistake.  “so,”  danny finally said, lowering his voice as he pursed his lips,  “unofficially — ”  a game he liked to play only with the aurors he considered friends outside the walls of the ministry,  “ — what do you think we’re looking at?” 

A chuckle pushed past her lips as Alice cast an amused look at Danny. “It could certainly be both,” she said in return, presenting a small friendly smile to him. The brunette nodded her head as Danny mentioned Proudfoot. Well, that was at least a good thing -- if the DFROCMC were already involved it meant that Alice and Danny’s jobs as investigators were easier -- they’d already have lists of potential suspects and individuals that would be worth questioning. It meant that instead of two steps behind, the aurors could be two steps ahead. “How’s Proudfoot’s mood this morning?” she asked, looking to Danny as she handed him the file in her hand to look over.

Alice approached the animals closer ( not the more dangerous looking ones ) to inspect their conditions and confirm what she’d already thought. They had been treated well. But from the locks on the cages, it told her that they’d been used a lot. Did the owner just let them out to stretch their legs? Unlikely. More likely business was good and they shifted a lot of stock. She turned to look at Danny, well versed with the game he had presented her with his words. Alice exhaled, a million thoughts running through her head, as potential situations presented themselves and she sifted through them to find the most likely outcome. “I think we’re looking at either a jealous competitor taking out the competition, or an angry customer who either didn’t get what they paid for, or thought the prices were too high and took what they wanted anyway,” she summised. “The animals are well cared for, but the cages are old, and well used. That tells me that the trader, which, let’s not beat around the bush, was most definitely trading illegally -- you don’t just have a Selma in your collection. They’re deadly... is pushing product often,” she said. “Of course, we don’t know whether the blood on the floor is the trader or perhaps someone who came into contact with the trader -- because we don’t have a body, yet, but I’m willing to bet it’s the trader. And I’m willing to bet the murderer is a person and not a creature, because despite the empty and overturned cages, the blood amount isn’t nearly as much as I’d expect, and far too...neat, for lack of a better word,” 

She looked to Danny, arching a brow in intrigue. “What do you think?” she asked.

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prwttgdnn​:

Gideon smiled. He wasn’t so sure he’d ever have kids of his own, but he was perfectly content being Uncle Gideon to so many young kids. He loved Molly’s kids. He loved Neville. He loved Cedric. Being an uncle wasn’t a bad thing to be. “My parents didn’t make it easy for the kids did they?” he laughed. “Uncle Gideon and Uncle Fabian aren’t exactly the easiest names to get down.” Alice was practically another sister to Gideon, so it gave him a special burst of pride to hear about Neville asking after him. “Where is Neville? I’m sure I’ll run into him at some point today. With Frank? Or my sister?” he added the second option, knowing that it wasn’t unlikely that Molly would have added another child to her group for the day, especially if it was Neville.

“They completely bulldozed any hope of your niece and nephews being able to say your names,” she agreed with a snort. “How did Molly luck out with such an easily name?” Alice asked in amusement. Alice cast her gaze around the place for a moment, making sure she was still doing her job whilst she caught up with Gideon. “Hm? Oh, he’s with Mol today; Frank and I are both on duty. So if you pop by to see her and her kids, he’ll be there playing with Ron,” she told him with a small. “Then you might hear him call you Gid-eeeee-un,” she added with a snort. “And he’ll babble about the things he’s seen today -- some words will be real, some nonsense, but that’s part of the charm,” she added. Neville loved watching people, looking at things. Alice was convinced he was going to have great attention to detail when he was older.

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freyasavery​:

It was unbelievable how sloppy some people were.  She walked by the crumbled front door with a frown.  These were Muggles – they were hardly a challenge, hardly an adversary that needed this amount of firepower.  Granted, she understood the desire for something dramatic.  She understood the urge for destruction.  But this was too much… and there was only so much she could do to protect the people she needed to look after when an auror, and of course she wouldn’t be lucky enough to get someone wise enough to look the other way, should arrive on the scene at any moment. 

She leaned back in her chair, smiling at the older woman, the one who had been present at the scene – admittedly, the person who did this, while sloppy, was effective enough to know that it wasn’t a mercy to leave the children alive… it was a death sentence.  Children didn’t know how to keep their mouths shut.  But she needed to figure out what the neighbor knew before the auror joined them.  “Flashes of light you say?” She leaned forward, twisting her face into something that resembled alarm.  “and they just … they just dropped?  That’s horrifying.   Did you see the man’s face?”

“I –” the elderly woman’s hands fluttered against each other nervously.  “No, he had a hood up.  But he was – he was definitely a man, judging by the build.”

Freya nodded slowly, and she was prepared to ask another question, but she saw Alice Longbottom approaching out of the corner of her eye.  Of course it was Alice.  So, instead of speaking she reached into her bag and pulled out a small, red tin.  “Here love, have a lemon bar.  I made them last night, I know they’ll help you feel better.”

Alice smiled softly to the elderly woman and waited for her to take a lemon bar from Freya, with thanks. She took the opportunity to quickly search for a plate for the lady to put it on, so that it didn’t have to rest on the table’s surface or a napkin. “How about I put the kettle on, and we can talk with a nice cup of tea?” she offered. Plus, the sugar would help with the shock. Of course, she’d have help with that from Freya’s lemon bar. But a little extra wouldn’t hurt. 

“Tea, Ms. Avery?” Alice asked Freya.

One tea’s had been placed on the table, and Alice had grabbed a chair, she reintroduced herself. “Now that we’re a bit more settled... As I said; I’m Alice, and I’d like to walk through what you experienced and saw today -- I’ll be investigating what happened, and finding the responsible party, or parties,” she explained.

“Will they be charged?” the elderly lady asked.

“Well, if suffient evidence it found to tie them to the scene and motive is appropriately summised or obtained, then absolutely,” she responded. “I can imagine you’re concerned about them returning, perhaps doing the same again. I can assure you -- I’ll be doing everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen, and that you and your neighbours can feel safe again,” Alice told her with earnest. “Now, let’s have a sip of tea and recount what happened,” she said softly.

Alice sipped her hot, black tea. She hadn’t added any sugar, and it was bitter against her tongue. “I heard you talking with Ms. Avery before hand, so you may be repeating yourself, but that’s fine, perhaps you’ll come across a detail you forgot beforehand,” she reassured her.

The elderly lady repeated what she’d previously told Freya, adding that she’d heard him muttering under his breath, though what he said, she wasn’t sure of. Mostly because it didn’t sound English. Which could mean perhaps the attacker wasn’t English, but more likely, that he was muttering spells. 

“This flash of light, Mrs... Gosh, I’m so sorry, I don’t know your name,” she admitted, apologetically.

“Saunders, no worries, love,” the lady replied. 

“Mrs. Saunders, what colour was it?” she asked. “Did anything, before the man attacked the family and messed up the house... did anything seem odd about it?”

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gwenlockhart​:

“I’m sure that’s a fun phase,” she laughed, thinking through her own childhood.  Gwen had always been a calm child, the one to fade into the background while Gilderoy demanded his crusts cut off his sandwiches and his grapes organized into the shape of a sailboat.  “I remember once my brother cried and cried and cried until our grandmother made a heart out of strawberry jam on top of his toast.  Although, I suppose Gilderoy is a touch dramatic.  This little man’s color-coded requests pale in comparison.”

She started pulling out the bread, lunch meat, and cheeses she kept tucked away for the days she worked through lunch.  “There’s a few varieties.  Feel free to take whatever you want, honestly.  And all of this,” she gestured to Neville and the little plant city he was creating.  “totally fine for him to play with.  Nothing toxic, nothing particularly valuable.  He’s got a talent, I’m telling you.  Look at how he’s knocking the dirt so gently off those roots.  You’ve got a budding herbologist on your hands.”

Alice chuckled. “Honestly, we’re just taking it as it comes -- trying to anticipate but let him work himself out,” she admitted. They were, after all, still learning how to parent. “I think it’s adjusting to Frank and I both working more to be honest,” she admitted. “Although, usually, it’s food with Frank in the middle of the night, and no sleep or the fact he’s decided to sing-babble ( as opposed to sing-talk ) all night long with me,” she told Gwen. They tried to take it in turns, for one another’s sanity, and they were a team. If one of them took the last time Neville was restless, it was the other’s go the time after. The brunette snorted. “Well I can promise, that this one is not going to be allowed to demand that,” she said. Alice glanced down to her plant happy son, smiling. “He’s fine really. A week of mashed carrots, sweet potato mash, and orange slices isn’t terrible all things considering,” she admitted. “I just hope he doesn’t try to go for the colour wheel,”

“Oh, amazing, will do,” Alice said, looking at all the food, suddenly quite hungry. It wasn’t rare that she often forgot to feed herself, in replacement of making sure Neville was fed and happy. She pulled together a quick sandwich with some chicken and cheese, before turning to look at her son. Neville was playing on the ground, very carefully picking up plants, dusting off dirt, and stroking stems. Alice’s heart warmed. “I’d love that,” she admitted. “A little herbologist that won’t mind getting dirty in the garden with me,” she said. “Honestly, if he grows to love plants that much, I’d love to take him back to South America... we could explore the fauna near Castelobruxo. In fact, if it were something you were interested in, I’d say lets go the three of us,” she said. 

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prwttgdnn​:

Gideon was no stranger to Aurors both from the Ministry and the Order. The were dedicated folks really; sometimes to a fault. Gideon didn’t quite like working with Auors on work projects unless he knew them. They tended to make the project feel more…intense. But Gideon loved Alice, even if he could tease her about her work habits. 

“It can’t have been that long,” he responded. “Though if Neville is askin’ about me then it must have been.” He smiled. Even with seven nieces and nephews he still felt like had more than that with his friend’s kids. Before he knew it, he’d have half of Hogwarts calling him ‘uncle.’ “I’ll take ‘silly’ as a compliment but only if it’s a direct quote from Neville and not you messing with me.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, time moves differently for babies... it’s been practically months, years even in Neville’s timeline,” Alice teased. “Asking as much as he can... he’s almost got your name perfected now,” she told him. “Gid’yun, no more! Gid-eeeeee-un, is more like it,” she said with a grin. It wasn’t hard to see how besotted with their son Alice and Frank were. Despite Alice absolutely believing that some of her friends qualified as Uncle and Aunts to her son, Gideon, Fabian, Marlowe, Molly and Arthur really really qualified for her. When her father had banished her from seeing either him or her mother ever again, after she’d refused to align herself with him and the death eaters ( he didn’t really care about the cause, only what it could do for him, and the fact he was terrified of being targeted ) it had been the Prewett’s, Molly and Arthur, who had taken her in and welcomed her as one of their own. Whilst it had only been for her Seventh year, and a little afterwards, it had had a lasting impact on Alice. They’d shown her love and trust and compassion and she’d felt a little less alone. 

“I can assure you it was all him, no prompting for myself,” she told him with an amused smile.

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themollyprewettweasley​:

watching neville was always a no brainer for molly. he was the sweetest kid and he got along with her kids so well. he was also so kind to her one-year-old. he always brought her things he thought she would like, even if it wasn’t suitable for a small child. 

“hi, honey,” she said with a soft smile. she looked over at neville and ron when alice asked about her son. “i don’t know why he puts up with my kids because my kids are so rough compared to him, but he’s the sweetest little boy,” she said as she laughed. ron gave the biggest smile when alice gave him attention. but molly had been watching neville and laughed at his reaction. 

Alice smiled, looking between all the kids before back to Molly. “A bit of rough, won’t do him any kind,” she said with a chuckle. “And he’s never come from a playdate without a big smile on his face,” she added. “I think he enjoys something a little different sometimes,” she admitted. She gazed at her son, who had began pouting. He was the sweetest little boy; her sweet little boy. Alice hadn’t know love truly until she’d had Neville, not really. It was then she understood it so all-encompassingly; how she really felt about her husband and child. 

“Now, young man, there’s no need for that bottom lip, I’ve got two arms for a reason,” she told him, scooping Ron up in one, and moving to grab Neville with the other. She was met with a giggle. “Did you show Molly all the new words you’ve learned, bunny?” she asked Neville. He’d been a little slower than other’s to talk, but mostly because he’d been so damn busy observing and looking at the world around him. He had also been up on his feet before he’d began speaking. With two sets of little hands now tangled in her hair, she looked to Molly, an amused smile on her lips. “Enjoying the game at all?” she asked.

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There had been a time when Alice had lived for the thrill of the wind rushing through her air as she turned sharply in the sky, chasing on the tail of another player. In Castelobruxo they’d let all years play Quidditch, having friendly games within each year to teach, learn and keep up the skill. From third year onwards, you were allowed to try out for your houses official team to play for the school. Of course, Alice had moved to Britain before she was able to do so. Joining her house Quidditch team had been the first thing she’d planned on doing; partly because it was great way to meet new people and make friends, but also because there was something about that rush. The feeling on wood beneath your finger tips, the blush from the cold pinching your cheeks, your heart hammering against your chest as she dove down towards the ground. 

Alice hadn’t played all that much since she began auror training, and working as an auror. A familiar face caught her attention, one she hadn’t seen in a while. Speak of coincidence. Just as she was reminising about playing for Ravenclaw, a team mate of hers came into the picture. Alice strode over, raising a hand. “Hey, Athena,” she called out, a small smile on her lips. She could take a few minutes out of patrolling to talk to someone. “Enjoying the game?” she asked.

@athxna-wood​

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Gideon was technically on duty. But if he was honest, being on Order duty at a public event was a lot like not being on duty because you couldn’t just look like you were patrolling around for a secret organisation, obviously. 

He broke away from Amos and Cedric for a moment - he’d spent most of the day with them - to find some of the others and check in. Gideon saw Alice first and he rushed to catch up with her. “Do you ever take a break or are you just all Auror all the time?” he joked.

A smile captured her lips as a familiar voice met her ears. Dipping her head for a moment, she chuckled. Alice slowed her pace to a stop so that Gideon could catch up with her, turning her head to look at him. “Auror all the time,” she remarked. “Except when I’m mum,” she added. She tried very hard to keep those two elements separate when she could. Because Neville deserved everything from her; all her attention, love and thought. She tightened the belt of her coat around her waist.

“Haven’t seen you in ages, Gid,” she commented. “Neville’s wondering when his silly uncle is visiting again,” she told him. 

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Hidden Behind a Camera | CLOSED

With light, lithe steps, Alice moved towards one person in particular; Benjy. Fellow Order member, and someone with a means to find out information without looking like they’re looking for it. It was a great position to be in and Benjy was a very unimposing person if you didn’t know him. He didn’t look like he was fighting in a revolution. A rebel with a cause, but hidden behind a camera. Alice loved the position Benjy had and how useful it was.

“Hows it going?” she asked, putting her hands into the deep pockets of her coat. A couple of people walked past them. “Any good action shots of the players?” she asked. She waited until they’d passed before pulling a bottle of water from her pocket. “You okay?” she asked.

@fcnwick​