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Marlene had to laugh, “If he doesn’t knock this shit off we’re going to have to step it up a notch to get him to cut it out.  Maybe we should get him some chaps and see if he has any shame.”  She thought about that for a moment and then dry heaved dramatically, “On second thought, he would probably try to wear them every day, so maybe not.”  The last thing they needed was to see Moody try to wear chaps over his kilt.  She’d have to gauge her own eyes out, probably.

“Honestly, it’s probably the most excitement this stuffy old party will have, they should be thanking you.”  It was a little difficult not to hold some disdain for big Pureblood events after being subjected to them when she was younger.  Her family now had a reputation for being ‘blood traitors’, but it hadn’t always been like that.

“Yeah, he’s been gone for ages now, hasn’t he?  What’s up with that?”  Marlene would probably have to punch herself if she blew Alice’s cover, but there was nothing wrong with a short conversation before she slipped back into the crowd.  It was nice to get to talk to her.  “Yeah”, Marlene sighed, crossing her arms.  They had all known the dangers, but it certainly felt more real being surrounded by people they both knew and suspected were death eaters.  It was an absolutely mental plan, which was why she’d been in favour of it, but she still worried for her friends.  “You can leave at any point, you know.”  She pointed out, not unkindly, “Nobody will judge you if you feel like it’s too risky, you’ve got a little one to think of too.”

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Alice laughed, nodding in agreement with Marlene’s sentiment. These parties, however lavish and grand, were nothing short of dull. Alice had hated them as a child; though her parents didn’t attend many of the parties all that often, they were careful not to burn too many bridges with the rest of the Rosiers, so she had been subjected to her fair share of boring parties. Luckily for her, Marlene had often been there to liven them up, so it felt full circle that she was here tonight, even if she wasn’t really supposed to be. 

Alice shrugged. “He tries to get back at least once every couple of weeks, but it’s usually only for a few hours. I guess it’s taking longer than expected.” She couldn’t really say more, not even to Marlene, because it was Auror business and not anything to do with the Order, so she gave an apologetic smile for her vague response. “Moody promised he’d be back in time for the birth, though, so fingers crossed I don’t go too early.” 

Alice’s smile softened at Marlene’s words. “Thanks, Mar, but I’ll be okay. I have the perfect alibi since I was actually invited. I would have come even if we hadn’t come up with this insane plan.” She shook her head, making it clear that she hadn’t been one of the ones on board with this. It seemed more risky than it was worth. “Being able to be here and help if someone gets into trouble is far less anxiety-provoking than sitting at home wondering what’s going on.” 

Alice knew that she really should give herself more time to recover and be at home with Neville, but after everything went down at the Ministry’s Halloween Ball, Alice was antsy to get back to work. She loved being a mum, and being with Neville lit up a part of her that she hadn’t even realized there was, but she couldn’t get her mind off the thought of what was going on outside the walls of their cozy house. Maybe in another world she would be content staying home with her babe, but she couldn’t close her eyes and blind herself to the reality that they were living in a war, and she was too much of an asset to the Aurors to walk away when they needed her. She had wrestled with the decision for weeks, but Alice knew that she needed to return to work. Even if it meant that there was a chance Neville might lose her, it was a choice she had to make. Whatever it cost, Alice needed to make a safer, better world for her son. 

So after a difficult conversation with Frank, Alice sought out the person she was most nervous to talk to this about -- she knew that Moody would probably be delighted to have her back, but she also knew that he would likely try to talk her out of it. He knew the stakes better than anyone else, and she had gotten the sense that there were a few people within the Auror department and the Order who thought she should step back now that she had a child.

Still, nervous as she was, Alice was no coward, so she held her head high and her shoulders back as she marched through the Auror office, nodding to the people she passed who looked up from their work or called out her name. Reaching Moody’s office, she knocked firmly on the door, waiting a moment and then turning the handle to push open the door when she heard his voice from within. “Hey, boss,” she said, her tone confident, as she stepped into the office and shut the door behind her.

@alamoody​

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