#alastoring

             the baby is sleeping peacefully in his arms, small snores emitting from his nose as arthur gently rocks him back and forth. he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off him --- but he wants his best friend to be the first one to see the latest weasley miracle. so he opens the door carefully, glancing over his shoulder at his wife who is sound asleep, and wiggles out, strong arms protecting ronald from the outside world. he’s not ready to put him down yet --- as long as he holds him, he’ll be safe, shielded from the horrors of war. blue eyes spot their friends, and he breaks into a smile - just seeing the amount of support they have is enough to make his heart warm. especially during times like this, when he knows how busy people are. spotting alastor, he gives him a slight nod in an unspoken request for the other man to come with him. they walk into an empty exam room, and arthur sinks into one of the chairs, finally allowing himself to feel just how EXHAUSTED he is ---- how long has it been since he slept? he can’t remember. “thought molly could get some rest,” he says, shrugging as he meets his friend’s gaze, his eyes soft. “how did it go with the kids? everyone behave?” he pauses, shooting alastor a grateful look. they both know how much it means to arthur that alastor looks after the kids when arthur and molly can’t --- there’s no one arthur trusts more with them. 

          she has always found the auror office ALLURING --- probably because they’re the ones tasked with putting people like her in azkaban. though she can’t publicly taunt them, she feels that her presence is enough --- she’s well aware of the RUMORS surrounding her and her allegiances. and she’s not exactly popular among the aurors --- but her husband is situated on the same floor, so she has the PERFECT excuse to take a detour, and make some waves. another great way to cure her boredom. she turns around the corner, hands dug deep into her jacket pockets as she saunters past the trainees ( she can feel their eyes burning holes in her back ), and makes her way into one of the offices. gaze falls on a familiar figure behind the desk, and a half smile appears on blood red lips. “ new office? “ she says, looking around the room quickly ( noticing the boxes ), before settling back into staring at him. it has been a while since she saw him last. “ should have asked for a lock this time, moody. to think that anyone could just... walk in here, unannounced. everyone’s not as nice as me. you should be careful. “