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New Girl  |  1x11 - “Jess and Julia”

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“Alice,” he wanted to laugh.  Not because he didn’t take her concerns seriously, but because it was such a ludicrous thought.  She was going to be the greatest mom of all time.  Anything less had never even crossed his mind.  But he didn’t laugh.  He sat there with her for a long time, simply searching for the thoughts that would make this okay.  “you already have a gaggle of twenty-somethings that look at you like a sort of parental figure, and you do brilliantly with them.  This kid is going to be the absolute luckiest because he has you as a mom.”

He didn’t think that there was anything he was going to truly be able to say to sooth her fears until she got the chance to meet him.  “I’m sorry I had to go for so long, I’m sure that didn’t help.  But I’m here now, okay?  And we’ll figure it all out together.  We’ve always been a team, we’re just bringing in a new member – probably he’ll take my spot as the cutest, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”  He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.  “You’ll be brilliant, I swear it.“

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Alice shrugged, knowing that she was being ridiculous but unable to turn off her worries. “Yeah, but a bunch of twenty somethings who are fighting in a war is a way different game than a baby.” It was ridiculous, because Alice had been lucky enough to have incredible parents, unlike all of her cousins and so many of her friends, so really she shouldn’t have this fear. “It’s just that I’ve been an Auror for so long that I don’t know anything else. What if I hate being a mum? Or what if I love it so much that I don’t want to be an Auror anymore?” 

She wanted to squirm away as he kissed her head, but forced herself to stay still, knowing that it might hurt his feelings. Alice loved that Frank was so quick to show his affection, but in moments like this, she just wanted to hide, not be loved the way that Frank never failed to love her. When she spoke again, her voice was just a whisper. “And what if something happens to us? Or to him? We’re in the middle of a war, Frank.”

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@alamoody

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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.” 

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Merlin, the Order really had been spending a lot of time together, but it was more out of necessity than anything else.  They were like a family of misfits, and she loved them all fiercely even if she liked to pretend that she didn’t.  “Yeah, well, if you ever see me in one of his stupid hats then you officially know that it’s a cry for help, and that I’ve officially cracked under the pressure of it all.”  Marlene laughed, even with her hair dyed blonde and the mask, she was glad that Alice recognized her.  She was shit out of luck if anyone else did, but she was hoping that the rest of the Purebloods at the party were too stupid to recognize her, even if they’d grown up together.

Clapping her hands together, Marlene rubbed them together a few times for dramatic effect, “Great, stay right here”, she demanded, making off in search of a flute of sparkling juice.  It didn’t take her long to find a house elf willing to help her, and she sang the elves praises even though their enslavement had always made her really uncomfortable.  Returning back at Alice’s side, she handed over the flute with a small bow.  It may not have been the best idea to talk to her for too long, but then again, they were supposed to be blending in.  Alice had been sent an invitation, you couldn’t blend more than that.

Giving Alice a little two fingered salute, Marlene nodded her understanding as Alice seemed to echo her very thoughts from only a moment ago.  “Roger that, capitan.”  There were probably a few others in attendance she’d have to avoid, some distant cousins that had seen her with every hair colour under the sun, but she wasn’t too worried.  “I promise I won’t linger too long, but how are you feeling?”  She couldn’t imagine trying to do all of this pregnant, and a flash of love and admiration for Alice rocked through her.

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Alice laughed at the mental picture of Marlene wearing one of Moody’s hats, a very amusing image. “You know, we might just have to get you one of those. I think you could really pull it off,” she teased, knowing that Marlene wouldn’t be caught dead in one of them. Glancing over at where Moody stood under one of the hats in question, Alice shook her head. “I don’t think that I will ever understand why he wears one of those. Doesn’t he know anything about American culture? He’s as far from a real cowboy as anyone could be.” Shrugging, Alice looked back to Marlene.

Letting out a laugh as her young friend took off on a hunt for something to scandalize the masses with, Alice leaned back against the wall, allowing herself to rest some of her weight on it for the time being. Marlene was back in a flash, handing over the flute. Taking it, Alice raised it up, tipping it towards Marlene. “Ah, my savior,” she laughed, taking a sip. “I’ll have to drink it slowly so that I can maximize the chance to horrify the mothers.” 

Alice waved her off. “Ah, don’t worry too much, I don’t think you’ll blow my cover,” she said, taking another small sip. Considering the question, she shrugged. “Tired, obviously, and wishing that Frank were back from that stupid mission, but overall good.” She lowered her voice so as not to be overheard by anyone lingering nearby. “I do have to say that I’m a little more nervous than usual tonight. If I know my cousin like I think I do, she won’t take kindly to intruders on her celebration, so if anyone gets caught it could turn nasty.”