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"Spend a lot of time doing that then?" He teased, taking a few of the files and making space at the desk to arrange them into two piles. Seemed simple enough to him, although the paperwork was his least favorite part of the job, he much preferred going out there and taking part in the action rather than this. "I wouldn't really call it an accident. She does work here. It's only natural that I see her when I stop by to visit you. Let's call it an added bonus."

“I will leave the mirrors to you.” Fabian was far from vain, that was one thing he was sure about. He watched for a moment as his brother started to arrange the two piles. Only for a second, however, before he started attempting multitasking as he listened to what Gideon had to say about Amelia. “Added bonus? I would nearly say you hope to bump into her and that I am being used as an excuse whenever you do bump into her,” he mentioned to his brother, a grin on his face to make clear that even him as the ‘designated boring one’ could joke around from time to time.

In the hours that led up to her meeting Fabian, Amelia had contemplated just owling ahead to say she couldn’t make it. She had agreed to meet the wizard for a coffee few days ago, and with the more time that passed, the more she questioned her decision to say yes. It had sounded like he was asking her out on a date, which made no sense since he’d given her no reason to think that he’d want to do such a thing in the past. And especially given how many times she had brushed off his brother’s advances. Maybe it was some joke between the twins and she was the target? But the people pleaser in her had agreed, leaving her to worry about how she was going to approach the subject later.

A wave of relief washed over Fabian when Amelia seemed to have been conflicted about it as well. “You are right; I just wanted to get coffee. I don’t think I would survive it if I had asked you out on an actual date.” Okay, way too much information Fab. Gideon would probably have his head anyway for the fact that Fabian was trying to advocate for his brother anyways.

Ros looked over her shoulder at the backroom he mentioned. “Not really, I think the cook might be able to handle it all himself. Unless you want to offer to help him cook. That is if you ever cooked yourself in your entire life.” He probably had a house elf looking after him and the family for all those years. Offering for him to go back there was rather dangerous, but there were still layers of protection there hiding the extra room. And it was not noticeable that there was a room hidden there.

The cook. Watching her intently, Rabastan believed nothing. Perhaps he'd underestimated her. She was doing a fine job at deflecting and defending, but he knew deception when he saw it. God knew he was skilled at it himself. This witch was hiding something. She would not let him inspect the premises despite having been sent here by a Ministry official. Her behaviour upon being locked in was absurd, and now there were the peculiar sounds, which did not appear kitchen related.

Augustus shrugged at her words, flashing a charming smile. "I haven't changed that much Ros. But you speak about me as if I'm this entirely different person. You should know it isn't nice to make assumptions." His smile was almost cruel in the way it curled up teasingly.

“You have changed in deciding which side of you to show.” Ros wasn’t sure if that made any sense, but to her it did. Maybe she needed that. To believe in something that maybe wasn’t even there because otherwise… How much of it had been real anyways.

There was something touching to know that Rosmerta came to check in on her, the last time they had a chance to really talk was her birthday back in September. A smile forms on her lips, letting them come into the shop. "That is very sweet of you." She gives a small sigh, realising where she was at that point in her life. "Things are definitely better since then. Remus actually surprised me and came over that night."

A smile formed on Ros’ lips at hearing the news that things had been better since then. “Hold up, Remus you say? Remus Lupin you mean?” She asked the other woman, just to make sure that she had the right person in her head with the name. But if that was the right name, they would make a pretty cute couple, that was one thing she was sure about. “Well, you definitely seem happier than that day. It’s good to see.”

Letter for @alaraselwyn

Dear Cressida,

Tiberius groaned and ran a hand back through his hair, mussing it. “I do want to support you though Cress! Can’t you understand that? I don’t want you to have to work, I want to be able to provide for you, for us to live comfortably and not have to stress.” He wanted to be able to take care of her. “Look I’m sorry I’ve been gone so much with work, I’m trying my best here. I’ll try to stop staying so late, to be home more. Okay? I’m trying to figure out this balance.” He offered her an apologetic smile. “I’m working on it okay… I’ll try to be better.”

“I do understand that, I truly do,” Cressida really did understand why he wanted that. She came from the world where it was the norm. But the most important thing for her - the thing he could provide her with the most - was just his presence. “Us living comfortably does also mean that our home situation is a good one. And the best thing you can provide me with, is your presence. I love your presence around me, you calm me and you ground me. That is so much more worth to me than money or living comfortably. I could live in a box with you and be happy.” Okay, that last bit was maybe a bit too much but it would get the point across for sure. Or at least, she hoped so. “I will try to be more accepting. Because I am grateful for all the work you do every day,” she said to him, a small smile appearing on her lips as well. It was going to be a balancing game for the both of them in the end. “But, am I allowed to apply for the job as a Welcome Witch at St. Mungos? That way I won’t be sitting here on my own as well, I need a new social circle too.”

"I'm sorry for any possible identity crisis I may have caused." Greta smiled apologetically, her grin wide. She could imagine having twins to be extremely stressful so she didn't blame his mother. Especially two boys. "That is a really good idea. It's something everyone could participate in and I think Alara would love that. Thank you so much! I owe you one. Of course drinks after that are a must, can't have a bridal party without shots."

“I think you’re good.” There was a lot more needed for Fabian to get an identity crisis. He was happy, however, that he was able to give Greta an idea for her best friend’s party. Despite the fact that the entire subject of decorating dicks was making him uncomfortable. “Alcohol does seem to be a vital part of a briday party, yes. Happy I can help you with that.” He motioned over his shoulder in the direction he had to go. “I do hope you have a good party, I have to go now.” He paused for a moment before he continued speaking because he could not contain his curiosity. “Please let me know what she thought of the idea.”

"Exactly. That's why I have to remind you. Can't have you forgetting." He always saw the two of them as two halves of a coin, Gideon had never felt alone, knowing that he had Fabian. He couldn't imagine a life without his brother, even if they didn't see each other every day like they used to when they were kids, it just made sense to be close to him. While Gideon wasn't a fan of paperwork, his work for the day was done, so he thought he might as well help his brother. "What goes on what pile? Any specific criteria?"

“How can I forget when I remember, every time I look in the mirror?” He pointed out to his brother. He looked at the files that his brother was going to look at. “Well, one pile with cases that are in need of short term solutions, the other pile for which the solution can wait a little longer.” That way he could see which he had to work on before he could get out of there with Gideon to start with. “But are you really here to see me, or are you trying to bump into Miss Bones again by accident?” He asked his brother, a grin on his face as he spoke up.

Alecto stood there silently, allowing the blood traitor to speak, taking note on what was being said and where she would need to go. A look of under disgust seeped on her features at the paper being handed to her, knowing she had to take it, she snatched the paper. "Very well." All that was spoken before she turned away and walked away from the witch who meant nothing to her.

The witch smiled, glad to have a friend who was as accepting about her work habits as Cressida. It had always been nice and the friendship treasured more than she could put into words. "I'm glad you do. It's a bit of an odd time whenever I am off work and without it. I suppose I've gotten used to it." How would she deal with things when it all calmed down if the war ended? That was another question for another time.

“I will get there at some point. I have enough people surrounding me that can help me adjust. And make sure that life becomes less boring at the moment.” You could say about the social circles of the Pureblood world; they always had something going on. Although, most of it was based on gossip. Which lately she was growing to hate more and more.

It was late. Madhuri had just come from a Spellbound concert and was still on a high, soaked in sweat without a care in the world. Her friends had gone home but she wasn't ready to quite yet. She wanted to keep the party going with a drink and new company so she found her way to the Three Broomsticks.

The woman in front of her was rather happy for this time of the hour. She didn’t seem to be inebriated either, so she was just happy. For someone who had had a long day already, Ros wasn’t sure how this was going to go. “Rosmerta. The owner of this place, so it isn’t that strange you’ve seen me around.” The older woman leaned against the bar and tilted her head slightly. “What can I get you to drink? I first need to hear your story before I decide you can stay after than drink.”