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Fabian thought himself quite lucky to have an abundance of nephews and a niece - having to be apart from them was one of the worst parts of participating in the war. Sending Molly and Arthur into hiding had been no easy decision, an an even harder one to stick by after the loss of Gideon, but Fabian stood by the fact that it was the right thing for all of them. He’d felt a mixture of warm delight and cold terror when Alice had first told him that she and Frank were expecting a child. It was such a terrifying world to bring a baby into, but the idea of his friends with a child - the thought of the person they would raise - it overshadowed any of his doubt and concern. 

He’d been later than he liked coming over, but maybe it was a good thing. They could have their space as a trio for the time being until he couldn’t stand it anymore and he was knocking a little impatiently, unable to help but match the wide grin on Frank’s face when he answered. Fabian felt a bit more hesitant the closer to the room he got, but any apprehension was dismissed as Alice welcomed him in, and he sat down with her and took the baby with ease. 

He was perfect, of course, Fabian felt his mouth open a bit in awe. Long, dark lashes, and a shock of dark hair peeking out from the bundle he was wrapped up in. “Wow,” He said breathlessly, tearing his eyes away from the baby to look at Alice, unable to stop from welling up. He had a godson. Not the first. He had the twins. But that didn’t make this one any less dear to him and he carefully sat back against the headboard beside Alice. “He’s perfect, we can always dye his hair later,” He tossed her a grin before his eyes went back to his godson, “Have you picked a name?” 

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Alice beamed as she watched Fabian take Neville so tenderly, grateful that her son would have such a model in his life. Over the years of working together in the Order, Fabian and Gideon had become like brothers to her. She was the youngest in her family, so they had become the younger brothers she had always wanted to have, the ones to tease her and prank her and inspire her to be the best woman she could be. The loss of Gideon had cut through like a knife, especially in knowing that he would never be around to meet the child who had been growing within her, but it had only brought Fabian closer. 

With all of that, it was only natural that Fabian be the godfather, and Alice was glad that Frank had felt the same way. She knew that if anything were to happen to her and Frank (a possibility that was more likely under the circumstances than she’d want to admit), one of their family would probably raise Neville, but Fabian would always be there to teach him all the things they wouldn’t be able to. To know that her son would have someone like that in her life was a great treasure. 

Alice followed his gaze to the little bundle, her heart full at the sight of her son. He really was perfect, so much so that she’d kick Fabian’s ass if he ever convinced Neville to dye his hair red. Looking up to meet Frank’s gaze before turning back to Fabian, she gave him a soft smile. “Yes, we’ve known for a little while what we wanted to name him, and we think it suits him perfectly. Neville Gideon Longbottom.” 

I Dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.

Haruki Murakami, from Sputnik Sweetheart (Alfred A. Knopf, 2001)

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#jake always thinking about amy’s feelings

S2E21 Operation Fake Date

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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.” 

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Clue (1985) dir. Jonathan Lynn