#alice1

"Holy shit—" was Morty’s initial reaction as he recognized the voice in his head, caught by surprise. Alice was no stranger to his dreams, whether it was his own subconscious putting her there or she wandered in herself. Of course, they both knew by now that she could only do that while they were in the same dimension, which had only been a few random coincidences before. As Alice came into view, Morty could only assume this was just another one of his dreams — he’d already been let down in the past when he thought it really was her, only to be met with disappointment upon waking up. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate seeing Alice in his dreams, her familiar beauty stopping Morty in his tracks for a moment. 

He wasn’t sure where they were, though a lot of his dreams had been like that recently; the sky above them was an odd shade of yellow, and different colored massive trees surrounded the two of them, both seemingly so small in comparison. There had been no path leading Morty anywhere up until this point, nothing but dirt on the ground below, but seeing Alice just ahead gave him the obvious answer of where he should go now. “I-I was, but I don’t think I am anymore.” His demeanor had even shifted as he smiled at her, the uncertainty that was lingering within him fading away as he got closer to the girl of his dreams. Still assuming this had to be his own imagination, he grabbed Alice’s hands, the feeling of them so real in his own despite his next question. “... I’m dreaming about you again, aren’t I?”

“Did you know that as part of the mooncalves mating ritual, they stand on their hind legs and dance which has oftentimes resulted in geometric patterns that muggles believe to be aliens?” Florence said from next to Alice where the pair stand watching several young mooncalves play.

“Just the witch I was hoping to find.”

Trevor finished up work, and he went to the store. Getting whatever they needed for the rest of the week. Elena was going to be there. Honestly they needed more space or one of them needed to move out. Most likely would be him because of Elena. She needed her own space and room. Not to mention so did he. Considering that Louise and him were whatever they were still. Heading home, he grabbed the bags and brought them up into their home. “Well I think I got everything on your guys list. Even the women products.” He grumbled as he moved into the kitchen with the bags. Sometimes he wish his other brothers were here. 

“Honey, I’m home!” Frank was walking in through the door of their home, mail in hand. It was stupid thing to announce, but it felt so good that he kept doing it anyway. Hard to believe that he was married to the woman of his dreams, and even harder to believe that she was real and here with him. “So I see the Delacours have sent us postcards. Do they ever stay at home? Here’s a letter for you from Apolline, and will you look at that, more postcards!” He thumbed through the papers and pictures as he talked, and one of the pictures made Frank feel something; it was Apolline and her husband, a baby bump present in frame as the couple stood smiling and laughing. Family. Something he wanted for himself, but in these times? Frank couldn’t risk it, and since Alice never said anything about children, he didn’t bring the topic up himself. “Okay, so here’s what I was thinking; we could go over to my mother’s place for dinner tonight.” 

January 26, 2018 St. Mungo’s Waiting Room @fortescutex

Alessandra sat in the waiting room of St. Mungo’s. She’d been there an hour, ever since she’d seen the news about the attack at the Ministry. It was not one she’d been aware of beforehand and the fact that her husband hadn’t messaged her immediately made worry pool in her stomach. She sat with perfect posture as her fingers alternated between checking her phone and tapping on the arm of the chair.

It had been nearly forty-five minutes since the mediwitch had told her that there was no one matching Thorfinn’s description just yet. But dear, they’re still bringing injured here from the Ministry. And so Allie had stayed, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her composure as she waited.

Each second seemed to tick by slower than the one before it and the young woman felt as if she was nearly about to go out of her mind. She sucked in a deep breath in trepidation as she heard someone walking into the waiting room as well. Slowly, her head turned and she saw a young woman she vaguely recognized but couldn’t place.

well then, he thought to himself as he walked to the bathroom and knocking loudly on her door as he passed by. they had to get to the clinic by whatever time they deemed well enough. and he would have to search for good rainboots. and maybe a coat too. all the washing was getting tedious.