Good Men Deserve Good Pie (Doc)

As bad as everything was for people around the Ministry, they were worse for people like Doc. The muggleborns of the wizarding world could really feel the shift that was occurring. It was slow but it was happening and someday soon they would all know that it had certainly happened. They would know because it would be the day the fullbloods would come for them, the lesser bloods. There was little comfort for Doc these days. Lunete was training to be an Auror and while he'd always thought it too dangerous for her, he was now glad she had the training she had. Humbert was a brilliant bloke and good friend to Doc. He was a spectacular Auror and if there was anyone to train his baby sister, he was glad it was Dorian and a team that Dorian had put together. Still she was not safe. When things changed - and they would - she, too, would be targeted. If that were to happen then he hoped that Dorian would stand his ground as a good man and prevent any harm from coming to Lunete, despite any law that might require an altogether different approach. It was a shame Dorian couldn't have slapped his dickhead brother and prevented the twat from ever laying a hand on his baby sister.

Doc carried on around the ministry, more and more people openly looking down on him for his bloodstatus but he never allowed it to bother him and he never let anyone know that it was a problem to him, though he damn sure made them know that he knew how they were thinking. He would stand tall, puff his chest out on an in breath while staring them down. The lesser beings that were simply following the new trend of disliking muggleborns would often back down, people from older pureblooded families tend not to. They held their heads high with a hint of a smug smirk visible. He knew how they were thinking and the smug bastards would look away, feeling they were better. Doc was going to shock them when he fought back.

Snapped from his thoughts while writing up his latest report he found he could smell a most delicious aroma. He looked about before retunring to his writing. "Driver crashed into utility pole, causing the phones and electricity along its lines ..." Doc mumbled off, continuing to write before his neck almost snapped when he looked up to a huge, six months pregnant Freya. Merlin she was getting bloody huge! He wasn't going to say that out loud, but she was! "Bloody hell, you've popped!" Damnit, Doc! You had one job - don't mention her size! He scolded himself mentally as she got herself comfy and he eyed up the pie she'd brought with her. "Morning, I mean." He cleared his throat, "Blimey, smells amazing." He said, "Bake it yourself?" Yeah, smooth. He'd totally saved himself on that one, she was going to ignore that he'd basically called her fat and her husband-to-be would not kick his arse for it!

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Muffins. Suuuure. Doc wasn't buying that for a second but he wasn't going to put his foot in his mouth again! He didn't want an arse whooping from Freya and Gabe all in the same day! She was glowing, her skin and hair looked healthy - he could have gone with that but no, he went with tubster. Well not quite that offensive but it may as well have been. He needed to think before he spoke sometimes, although in fairness he'd not expected to see Freya this morning nor had he expected her bump to come around the corner half an hour before she did! Okay, if he didn't stop thinking like that then he was going to balls up this conversation again and that would definitely get him a smack across the back of his head. "A sweet little muffin baby. Twin for Gabriel Junior." That was a strange little notion! A baby made entirely of muffins was a funny little thought and quite cute. It would poop blueberries. Possibly a little far in his thought process, he decided.

Doc loved Freya's baking. He'd had plenty of it over the years but never enough. Ever ever! It was amazing. If he ever settled down with someone then he hoped they enjoyed cooking. He wasn't a bad cook but only because he had to cook for himself, he preferred someone to cook for him, but knowing his luck he'd probably find his soul mate in someone that hated cooking and he'd end up cooking. He'd be fine with that, for the right person. He was sure there was someone out there for him somewhere in the world but he wasn't looking right now. He was more than happy with the single life, it suited him very well and gave him time to do all the things he loved a swell as work and working for the Order.

Sliding the container towards himself a little more, Doc opened it up and started digging in. Apple pie probably wasn't the ideal second breakfast but it was a special treat that he'd work off later. He'd try and hit the gym at some point because staying in shape was important to Doc, but if he couldn't find the time then he'd probably burn the extra calories off at home, looking after the animals and going for a jog. "Nah," He said through a mouthful of crumble. He chewed it up and swallowed it, savouring the tart taste of the apples that were perfectly countered with sweetness of sugar and ... was that a pinch of salt too? It certainly tasted like it. Pastry was always better with a decent pinch of salt in it. "Beast division, chasing a -" Doc had forgotten, he looked down a his paper work and then started moving bits out of the way, not being able to find what he was looking for, "A something." He said, giving up after very short work. He didn't need to put too much effort into finding it because he's probably tell Freya all about it the next time they had a proper catch up, and besides, the story was probably already starting to do its rounds at the ministry and she'd hear soon enough.

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Doc scoffed as Freya claimed she was having a girl. Year right, how would she even know? Could people even tell before a baby was born? Doc wasn't really sure but he kind of regretted that scoff a little, still he wouldn't apologise or take it back, he decided to just go with it, "Gabriel can be a girls name, y'know." He scoffed again, playfully this time. Gabriel, as far as he was aware, was not a girls name. Anywhere. Gabrielle was a nice girls names but Gabriel? Not so much. Besides, even if Gabriel wasn't a girls name anywhere else in the world, the Fawley-Ollivander clan could be the first to make it so, start a cute little trend. It was a nice enough name so why limit it to just boys?

"Mhmm." Doc nodded his head, enjoying Freya's baking without shame. He was even almost done with the early morning treat, munching away and enjoying the sweet taste of the sugared apples that left enough of the tartness still to make it an excellent dish, "This is almost exactly like my mum used to make." He said offhandedly for a moment before turning back to the conversation they were having, "They're very dangerous, these somethings." He stated, totally bullshitting as she well knew. "Ghastly creatures, you best watch out." Or what? Nothing would happen? Oh no!

Freya grumbled a little about paperwork and Doc put down the empty container, finishing off his last mouthful. He'd really gone to town on that bad boy. "Aw Frey, I'm sorry." He empathised. He knew that they both knew it was probably for the best, she didn't want to go risking her little baby's life along with her own right now, but paper work was kind of boring and dull and every other synonym one could possibly thing of. "Have they at least given you something interesting to be working on?" He asked curiously though he doubted it, it was paperwork after all.

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Doc grinned like an idiot at Freya. He liked that they could have a bit of back and forth at work, it seemed like as the world got darker he was seeing less and less of the people he cared about. He saw people he knew from the Order at meetings when they had them, but they were strictly business because you couldn't be missing for too long and besides, everyone wanted to get back to their loved ones and make sure they were protected. Those that did want to catch up did so but it always seemed to be far too quickly. It was difficult if you knew someone only through the Order because that meant the Order was the only place you could catch up with someone. If you knew other people outside of meetings then you could catch up with them without it looking suspicious. There was no telling who was watching your goings on. Doc was a Muggleborn, he was a Ministry worker, he was in the Order. There were probably plenty of people keeping an eye on him at the moment and so he was careful with everything he did. He'd lost his mother and brother, he didn't want to lose any more loved ones, there was only so much he could take. "You could try just laying there," he said with a chuckle, the idea of Freya tackling anything by just laying there was amusing, "Not sure how well you'd get on, mind."

The idea of being on light duties seemed to be a pain in the arse, but at the same time Doc figured Gabe was probably glad his future wife wasn't in the line of fire in her current condition. "If someone was out there killing my grannies, I'd be glad to have you on the case." He said in an attempt to be positive and reassuring, "Though you'd be a bit late to the party, one was run over by a truck when I was five and the other died of cancer a few years back. Though it could all be a ploy, some kind of great deception. Good luck with the investigations." Doc laughed, he'd never been all that close to his grandparents, his mum's mum was the type of overly affectionate woman that liked to shove food on your plate as a way of showing her love and you'd damn well better eat it or you got a slipper to the back of the head. His dad's mum had been a snooty cow, hardly ever showed any signs of affection from what Doc could remember, but it had been so long since she'd passed that Doc had very few memories of her.

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It really hadn't taken Doc all that long to finish the bit of pie Frey had brought him. He was a bloke with a bit of a large appetite so after a few mouthfuls the thing was just gone. He was very grateful that Frey had thought to bring him some, it was certainly a nice treat to brighten his day. Being in an office was rather uneventful so when someone brought little treats around it really lifted his spirits. And speaking of lifting, it looked as though he had some heavy lifting of his own to be doing. He chuckled at Freya and stood from his chair and came around in front of her, "Now resist the urge to pull me down." He said, "I know I'm devilishly handsome and all, buuut..." He trailed off, reaching his hand out, half expecting a light, playful slap across it. Doc didn't mind. Freya knew he was only messing, as would Gabe, in fact if Gabe had been around Doc would have played into it more, suggesting she not hold his hand for too long while Gabe was around, playfully telling her not to grope his arse this time when it came to a hug goodbye. Frye and Gabe were good people, fun people, and Doc considered them family.

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