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“You have to remember to send me that article you were talking to Dad about, when you get the chance,” said Edgar, twisting up the dish towel in his hand and snapping it in Amelia’s direction. 

He was standing over the sink, waving his wand over the dirty dishes and watching as they became clean – oh magic, what a tricky and wonderful little thing! – and then drying while they hovered, to nestle in the drying rack for their parents to put away later. 

It was the end of another Sunday night dinner, and Sam had already taken off for the evening; Mr. and Mrs. Bones were had been kissed tonight and were curled up with tea and their various newspapers and books until bedtime. Edgar and Amelia had said their goodbyes and gotten in their final, Scrabble-related digs, and their coats were ready to be picked up by the back door. But the dishes had always been last on the list, one little unpleasant something to bookmark between the happiness of the meal and the happiness of shrugging back into his own, little apartment. 

Finishing at the sink, Edgar crossed the room and draped his coat over his arm; just a light one, more a formality than any protection against the June heat. 

“I can’t be left out of all the good debates!” He pulled the back door open and was immediately greeted by the sound of crickets, the smell of grass. “Are you apparating straight off? Or do you want to walk with me a few blocks?” 

She was stirring the boiling pot of pasta when she heard the door open and shut behind her. “I hope you’re ready to be impressed” She murmured, assuming it was Frank as she spun around. Oh. It wasn’t Frank.

“Oh. Amelia! Hi!” This was a little awkward, and she was sure that the woman probably wasn’t expecting to find an Alice in her apartment. “Want some pasta? I’m cooking dinner for when Frank finally gets his ass out of the office” She mused with a little smile. And she had kind of assumed Amelia would want some, so had already done her a portion. 

Amelia was one of those names. Alice adored having Frank as a partner, but it was nice to know that Amelia was open to mentoring her. Having a female auror influence was something she was grateful for. The older female auror was someone that Alice really aspired to be like.

“Hey Amelia....” The younger girl mused with a smile. “Got time for a one-to-one?” She’d got some feedback from their boss, and wanted to go over it. Alice was doing a good job, but she wanted Amelia’s advice on how she could do even better.

It had taken nearly an hour, but he had finally found the snacks. There were all sorts of fancy looking finger-foods. Reaching for a particular nice looking crab-stuffed mushroom, he stuffed the entire thing in mouth. 

            “Mmm, my mother should be ashamed.” He said to himself. “Kreacher’s stuffed mushrooms never tasted this good.” 

Humming in tune with the music, Sirius perused the entire table of snacks. He’d always appreciated the art of finger-foods, especially because it allowed to him try as many things as he pleased without ending up stuffed and full. He was reading the display card in front of the sushi tray when he noticed someone walk up beside him. When he turned, recognition filled his eyes. 

             “Oh hey, Amelia.” He said, leaning to set the card back down. “Have you tried the sun-dried tomato bread? It’s good, I promise.”

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Relief wasn’t a good enough word to describe what Edward had felt when he found his children unharmed this morning. It had taken everything in him not to search for them last night, he had a job to do. Thankfully the faculty at Hogwarts had sent word that his children were alright. Intoxicated, but alright. He can’t say he was proud of the drinking part, but the fact that they were alive far outweighed their less-than-perfect behavior. Still, he’d have to have a talk with them about that lest Mrs. Bones find out he let them off too easy. They both expected better from their children. 

For now, though, sitting at breakfast with his two children who were alive and relatively well meant more to him than words could describe. They had experienced quite a traumatic event, the worst of which was behind them now. He could only be thankful he could be here to pick up the pieces.