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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.

Tag: Freya Isis Fawley
Words: 541
Notes: <3
Outfit: Foot, meet mouth!

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!

Tag: Freya Isis Fawley
Words: 509
Notes: <3
Outfit: Foot, meet mouth!

Billy wasn't exactly a great bloke but even Doc had to admit he was surprised when he got his bloody boot back. Or more accurately his pissing boot. Or even shitting boot. Needless to say he threw them out. There was no way he was keeping something Billy had pissed in. The pig shit he could probably have handled but the piss? Uh-uh. That was too much for Doc to handle and he wasn't going to pay any money to get them professionally cleaned so they'd been binned. Well and truly gotten rid of because who the hell would try and save shoes that far gone? Not him.

Just the mention of 'pig' brought up a whole other conversation and the second that Johnny changed it, Doc knew what he was going to bring up. He felt embarrassed all over again. His stomach tied in knots while Johnny started doubling over in laughter. Doc smiled nervously, waiting for Johnny to get to it ... and there it was. Mention of that bloody woman from shopping last year. All he'd wanted was a sodding tree and there she was, trying to cop a feel! What the heck!? Doc had never been so uncomfortable in his life, pushing away hands that were heading precisely where he didn't want them heading. Johnny had certainly saved him but he was happy to try and move on from that memory and the disturbed patrons of the book shop got them on to a new topic, "Just a little." He chuckled. It was common for the two of them to get loud and rowdy together, especially when Doc had his brothers around too. Johnny was an only child but it didn't matter. When Johnny was around Doc and his brothers treated him like one of the family! "Come on, let me buy you a drink. Unless you've got somewhere better to be?" Doc headed to the front of the store to pay for his one book, his mind on that damn pig woman from Christmas. Merlin's beard he was willing to pay all the gold in his bank account to forget about that incident! Doc would have indulged in a few more books but running into Johnny was the perfect chance for a catch up, even if his mate had to run off elsewhere.

Tag: Jonathan James Townsend
Words: 387
Notes: <3
Outfit: it begins!! x'D

Looking well was at least something, Doc supposed. Things could have been worse, or maybe Johnny was just being kind. Doc thought he looked alright, he'd been making sure he ate three meals a day, even on the days where he felt like eating nothing at all. He was strict with himself, he was pushing forward and he continued to do so no matter what he was feeling in of himself. He had to carry on, he had to hold up the family. Their father had lost his wife and now his son. Life wasn't fair to him. Lunete had lost her mother and her brother. Life was cruel. Doc and his remaining brothers had lost their mother too and their best friend. They could all rely on one another though, they could all keep each other strong. When one was having a down day, all they had to do was reach out to any of the others and the family would rally around them. It was what family did. They had to be there for one another, especially dad and Lunete.

"Man, if it ever happens again and you save her life I'll buy you a bloody brewery!" He laughed, "But not that bloody one in Coventry, right!?" He laughed - hard, recalling the incident that had taken place at the old bricked up building where a make shift brewery had been set up for a party. Merlin's bollocks everyone had been drunk but hey, what did people expect to happen when you literally were having a piss up in a brewery!? That sure as hell wasn't a night Doc was ever going to forget and without a doubt Doc knew that everyone that had been there would have some memory of the so called "Episode". Even those that had blacked out for a decent portion of the night still remembered parts of the "Episode" that had occurred and Doc wouldn't have had it any other way! It was certainly a bonding moment for everyone there and Doc could honestly say that he was still friends with everyone that had been there. Damn it had been one amazing night!

Tag: Jonathan James Townsend
Words: 359
Notes: <3
Outfit: it begins!! x'D

London was busy. Far busier than Caradoc was willing to face and yet he and Lunete were in need of a few things. The premature death of Tristan had shocked them all and there was no telling who it had hit the hardest. Caradoc had lost his closest friend, their dad had lost his son, and Lunete had lost another family member. Caradoc knew that his sister was stronger than he liked to think but it was hard to think of her as anything but fragile right now. She wanted to move forward, carry on with life. She'd said that Tristan wouldn't want his death to hold her back from doing what she wanted in life - and she was right, he wouldn't have wanted that, but Caradoc wanted to keep her safe. He'd even tried gently trying to persuade her to try for Quidditch again, to follow her original dream, but she was having none of it. She was stubborn at the best of times.

Offering to go out for her Caradoc decided to come to Hogsmeade. Lunete was in need of a few supplies for her job and Caradoc didn't like the idea of his sister being in Hogsmeade. They'd just lost a brother and Hogsmeade was where they'd lost Paris. Not they as the Dearborn family but 'they' as the Order family. The idea of losing Lunete in Hogsmeade was all too real and painful. There were plenty of other locations to go shopping but honestly, they were just all too busy. Caradoc felt much more comfortable in Hogsmeade, trying to keep his sister safe from harm by doing menial tasks to help her out, even though he knew he couldn't keep it up, because she simply wouldn't let him.

Entering Tomes and Scrolls Caradoc took off to his favourite shelves first, looking as he always did at anything and everything Historical. While he had hated History of Magic lessons, he'd actually loved the subject itself. Learning about magic, about the battles, about witches and wizards that had made the world what it was just inspired him. He picked out a book, just the one and then made his way around the shop, just browsing before he spotted a familiar sight. Johnny Townsend. It had been too long since he'd spoken with him. He'd seen Johnny at Trissy's funeral but they'd missed the opportunity to talk and it wouldn't have done him any good, Johnny would only have brought him to tears, and possibly vice verse. "Johnny?" He said softly, "Johnny." He said again, walking forward at a quick pace, reaching the young man and practically throwing his arms around him, patting him heavily on the back with his free hand.

Tag: Jonathan James Townsend
Words: 453
Notes: <3
Outfit: it begins!! x'D