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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit opened his bedroom door, a letter from Albus Dumbledore gripped in his hand, at the same time that Ollie opened his own door facing. The two men locked eyes for a few seconds, both having identical letters, before stepping out into the hall. Kit took the lead down the stairs. It was obvious what the meeting would be about. Major change was happening in the wizarding world, and though it hadn't yet touched Kit's family, he knew it would eventually. They were half vampires, half breeds as far as people like Wilbur Dolohov were concerned, and if he wanted to brand muggleborns, it was only a matter of time before he extended that to half bloods and the likes of vampires and werewolves who were mixed in with the magical community. Kit feared for his family more than ever, and wasn't sure what he could do about it, save assassinate the Minister and go on the run, but that wasn't practical at all, and Kit had practical running through his veins.

The brothers locked up their home and apparated to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Kit was tense. He'd been tense for weeks now, especially since he worked at the Ministry, there was no avoiding Dolohov and his people, and the Auror department was spread thin trying to do damage control with people being allowed to practice magic freely now. It wasn't fun trying to keep on top of everything when you knew you were being watched closely by a sick bastard who wanted a pure world, preferably without you in it. His letter crumbled through his fingers as he held it up to the door, and once Ollie's had done the same, the door swung open. Kit had no jacket to give to Alfrie, the house elf, so he headed straight into the meeting room, surprised by the setup of a fancy table and chairs. His golden gaze fell on Sera sitting with Darcy, both looking like they should be in a club rather than a meeting. "What the hell is she wearing?" he muttered to Ollie, noting the amount of skin he could see on his sister. Kit took a seat, leaving the one beside Sera for Ollie to take. "Hey," he greeted calmly.



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with their voices soft as thunder

Nowhere made burgers quite like the Hollow Tree Inn. Kit liked his food, and he liked to cook it, too, which meant he took an extra interest in how well things were made in whatever restaurant or pub he was eating at. He'd tried his fair share of places over the years, and had favourites depending on what he fancied. Today he was really craving a burger, and the ones they made at the Hollow Tree were just his favourite. He'd first discovered them when he'd came here with Lunete a few years ago. She lived in the village, and though he visited her enough at home, they'd never actually thought to go and grab tea out, instead of making something at her house, or ordering in. The first time he'd suggested it, she'd taken him to the local pub, and he'd quite liked the look of the burgers. They were bloody enormous, too. Filled the whole plate just on their own, and with a side order of fries, it was a real fill your boots meal. Luckily Kit had what his father called "hollow legs", and could put pretty huge meals away without any trouble at all.

More often than not he stayed at the Ministry for lunch. Some days he would take in his own food, others he would make the most of the cafeteria, but there was only so much on the menu there that was actually edible. For the Ministry of Magic, their food standards were just awful, and he didn't know how people could eat half of the stuff on the menu there. He usually just opted for a sandwich. Bringing his own lunches in was by far the best option, but sometimes, maybe once a week, he would treat himself to an actual lunch, on a plate, in a place dedicated to serving good food all day long. Sometimes someone from work would tag along with him. Lunete or Evie more often than not, but he'd found himself in cafe's with others over the years. He'd even met Dora for lunch on work days a couple of times. He liked those times, because it meant he had to leave right on time to get back to work, and he got her in the perfect small dose and walked away happy with the encounter, rather than the flustered and chaotic feeling he was left with after longer stints with the tiny brunette.

Today he was alone, not having bothered to even mention to anyone that he was going out for lunch. He left the building, long legs carrying him out the doors ahead of the crowds, and out into the summer sun. He left his jacket open, and immediately apparated into Godric's Hollow. The pub wasn't too far from the graveyard where he'd landed, and he made the walk through the village quickly, knowing he was limited on time. An hour wasn't really much time for lunch at all, not when you had to place an order, be served, and eat without making yourself choke. He entered the inn and blinked, sensitive eyes adjusting to the dim light, which was a vast contrast to the sunny street outside. Bobby was working today, and the young waiter gave Kit a happy grin in greeting. "Kit! Let me get you a table," Bobby smiled, waving Kit over as he scanned the room. Bobby was only nineteen, and had worked at the pub for a year, a way of making money after leaving school. He was a bright lad, and really easy to talk to, plus he always gave Kit top ups on his drinks when they were low, which wasn't really allowed. He'd said he thought Kit being an Auror was just bloody amazing, and he was so brave, and thank you for looking out for everyone and putting his life on the line every day. Kit had found it all a bit embarrassing, but he'd been very flattered, and had taken a real shine to Bobby, who had clearly been raised the right way.

Bobby showed Kit to a small table over by a window, sun shining through onto the polished table top, though Bobby gave it an extra wipe with a rag that was tucked into his apron anyway. Kit took one of the two seats and waved his hand when Bobby offered him a menu. "I already know what I want," he told Bobby, a twinkle in his eyes as he anticipated how delicious his lunch was going to be. "Burger with all the trimmings?" Bobby guessed, pen poised over his notepad, ready to scribble. Kit chuckled. "Am I that predictable?" he asked as Bobby scribbled Kit's order down. "Nah, you just have good taste," Bobby told him, "So a burger with all the trimmings, extra sauce, large fries, and what about a drink?" Kit was impressed as Bobby wrote down his order from memory. "Fresh orange please, Bob," he said, opting for something slightly healthier to try and balance out the amount of junk he was about to consume. "That'll cancel out those calories good and proper," Bobby laughed, giving Kit a little salute and crossing the pub to put in Kit's order.

He reappeared a minute later with a tall glass of fresh orange juice, and Kit gulped some of it down while he waited for his food to come. He gazed out of the window, the view nothing but the sides of other stone buildings and houses, which stood in crooked little patterns in the distance. He had often thought Godric's Hollow would be a nice place to live, but he really didn't fancy moving that far from his dad. Maybe one day if Sera or Roma decided to settle close to home, Kit could spread his wings a bit and get a nice place in the village. It would be quiet and peaceful, and a vast contrast from his hectic work life. For now, he was happy with Ollie in their townhouse. It was a pretty beautiful house, and he really couldn't complain. He wondered if he would find an attic quite like his current one anywhere else. It was perfect for training, and could be easily set up with guest beds. How many bedrooms would he get in a new house in a small village?



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with their voices soft as thunder

Pivot. Flick. Pivot. Flick. Kick. Flick. Pivot. "Noo birl her round, cross yer arms ower, haud oan ticht, 'n' drap her doon." Kit gawped at the instructor as she howled more instructions, his and Dorcas' legs kicking and flicking as they tried to keep up with what was being hollered at the class in the thickest Scottish accent Kit had ever heard. He would have made a bitchy comment about how the woman should go and teach the Highland Fling instead of the Tango, but he honestly couldn't afford to chat that much or he'd miss a step and they would end up in a pretty bad tangle. He felt like they were in a bad tangle as it was, and they seemed to be doing most of it right. Now what had the woman said? Cross your arms, hold on tight and drop her? Drop her? On the floor? He glanced at the couple next to them, who were actually quite good. They had their arms crossed over, gripping each other tightly, and she was lowered down at an alarming speed, their arms pulling tight to stop her dramatically just before she hit the ground.

Kit looked at Dorcas. "I'm not doing that," he said, his tone making it clear that he meant it and there would be no changing his mind. "You're annoying, but I don't want to kill you." What would it say on her headstone? Dropped on her head by her colleague who was meant to have her back? Spine broken by a bumbling half-vampire? She was like a tiny little doll, he was already pushing it with some of the lifts, it was time to give it a rest and stick to accidentally kicking each other in the shins. He got the feeling some of Dorcas' shin kicks were not completely accidental, but his definitely were. Definitely. As if he would kick a tiny woman in the shins on purpose. Even if she was a complete pain in the arse with a voice loud enough to burst ear drums, and an ego the size of Jupiter. He thought back to his Astronomy lessons at school, and all of the books he had at home on the subject just for a bit of light reading. There had to be a celestial body bigger than Jupiter. Whatever that was, that was still too small to compare to Dorcas' ego.

"Guid wirk. Tak' a break, grab a dram, a' body." Stepping away from Dorcas, Kit blew out a breath. "I heard the word break," he said, relieved as he nodded to the refreshments table, which was set up with bottles of water. Their target and his wife were helping themselves to drinks, and it would be the perfect opportunity to go and mingle and test the waters with them. He would have let Dorcas take the lead on that front - everyone in the office knew how much she loved to be in charge. Or maybe that was just Kit's perception of her - but he didn't fancy having her storm in and blow their cover within minutes with some crass comment that pissed everyone off.

He headed for the drinks table first, going for a subtle approach and standing not too far from the couple, reaching across for a bottle of water and turning around as he opened it and took a sip. It was warm, and he wasn't sure if there were any muggles in the class, so he couldn't even use his wand to chill it. Disappointing, but he'd deal with it. "You two are pretty good," he piped up with a smile. "My girlfriend and I have never done anything like this before, it's pretty gruelling." The man laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "How'd you get a girl like that?" he asked, giving Dorcas an appreciative look that made Kit's skin crawl. "She likes my... feet." Kit answered, taking a longer sip of his drink this time as he forced himself to stay cool, his very real target cackling beside him.



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Behind Closed Doors

Kit grinned. "How about I put it in your face," he taunted as his baby brother stood ready with his bat. Kit swung his arm back, speed and precision working together to send the ball shooting across the field right at his brother's chest. If it had been a regular human standing there, the ball would have punched a hole in their chest, or knocked their head off had he been serious about aiming higher up. Kit had no such fears for Ollie. It was instinct with all of the Devereaux children. They knew without even having to think about it, that they had... talents, which meant they didn't need to worry about little things that would be downright dangerous to anyone else. They were stronger, faster, with shocking reflexes, their vision and hearing and other senses were keener. Ollie wouldn't miss the ball, and the satisfying crack that sounded through the field made Kit's smile widen as he readied himself.

Without even thinking about it, he shot around the field, the ball never leaving his line of sight even as it disappeared into the surrounding trees. He heard it collide with a large oak tree, leaving a huge dent in the trunk, and skidded to a halt, almost crashing into the tree himself. His breath came sharp and fast as he pushed himself to his limits. If their father were here, they wouldn't have a hope in hell of keeping up with him, or outrunning any ball he hit, but he and Ollie were perfectly matched save for his brother's overly familiar ways with a bat. He scooped the ball up and turned on a pin, speeding back through the trees and across the field.

It was exhilarating, being able to be what he really was without any judging eyes forcing him to hold back. He was sure Ollie must feel the same, since his brother would have held back a considerable amount during Quidditch matches. It was admirable that Ollie had so much self control with the sport he so loved. The same could have been said for Kit, though. He had to hold back a lot in his work, save special circumstances. If there was a battle he knew his co-workers held his secret, and expected him to up his game to get the job done, but it was still hard. This, this was freedom, and he laughed into the wind as he nearly collided with Ollie, the two of them reaching the batter's plate at the same time. Kit took a dive, knocking Ollie over with him, his hand outstretched, the ball touching the plate. He grinned a cheeky grin at Ollie. "My point. That was me."


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