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She slowly closed her eyes, letting her body relax at the sudden warmth. Of the room, of the blanket. She knew it would have to be short-lived, so she would enjoy it while she had it. Especially because she wasn’t sure she would remember this when she was surrounded by the dementors again – or, if she’d remember it properly. “No,” she admitted finally. “I guess I’m not okay.” But it was much more nuanced than that. She wasn’t okay, but she also was acutely aware that she was in here because of her own choices. She knew that the Death Eaters wouldn’t have been able to figure her out if she hadn’t given herself away. And she knew that she didn’t regret saving Marlene for a second, even if she had to spend the rest of her life in here. So, while she was the opposite of okay, she was able to hang onto that knowledge.
She just nodded, eyes on the ground. She couldn’t meet Alice’s eyes, couldn’t deal with seeing sympathy in them. She knew what she had signed up for. She hadn’t really considered the possibility of Azkaban, but she had accepted death. It was a calculated risk, but one that was worth it, and she couldn’t very well act like she regretted it now when she knew the possibility of a consequence was there. ‘It’s not exactly an impartial fight,” she said softly. “Moody’s good, but the Ministry is corrupt and not in our favor.. But it very well might be a losing battle, I know that. You don’t have to sugarcoat it for me.” Her voice was flat and low. She coughed to clear her throat. She wasn’t stupid, far from it. In other circumstances she may have said it less bluntly, but she was sure she still would have thought it. “I hope it’s not. I don’t want to stay here, but – If I do you don’t have to worry about me. I won’t tell them anything.” she shook her head. “Thank you for coming though. Even a few minutes away from them is a gift.”
She took the picture in her shaking hands, just looking down at it for a long moment before tucking it away in her pocket. It was good that they still had each other. It was good that neither one of them would be alone if she couldn’t manage to get out of here. If she was stuck here she was under no illusions that it would be a big and great loss for most people. Most would be sad for a moment for her and then move on; but it would be hard for Paulie and Fabian, and she was glad that they’d have each other to get them through it. “What did you name your kid?” She asked softly, knowing that she had him the day she was locked away in here, but she hadn’t heard anything.
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Alice knew that Dorcas was fighting an uphill battle to hold on to any ounce of hope while surrounded by dementors, but it was a striking reality check to see her this way. Even in the worst moments of her time as an undercover agent, Dorcas had been able to hold some sort of positivity within her, a reason to keep fighting. She had never given up, no matter how hopeless a situation seemed or how horrible the things she saw in her double agent work got. Even when Gideon had been lost, Dorcas hadn’t lost hope -- if anything, it had spurred her on even further. But there was none of that hope in Dorcas now, no energy left to fight, not that Alice could see. “Dorcas, I know it’s hard, but hold on to the truth. You’re innocent, you did nothing wrong. That’s not a thought the dementors can take away from you.”
Alice shook her head, wanting desperately to find the right thing to say, helpless to realize that there was nothing she could do that could really help Dorcas, not until they got her out of here. “That’s not what I’m worried about,” she replied, keeping the sense of aggravation at the situation out of her tone. “I know you would never break. What I’m worried about is you.” She put her hand on Dorcas’ arm, wanting to give her some sense of human contact while she still could. “And we will get you out of here Dorcas, one way or another. We’re trying the legal route now, but we won’t stop there.” She gave the younger woman a determined look. “Don’t forget that you have three of the top ranking aurors on your side, not to mention a couple of reckless friends. If anyone can figure out a way to break you out of here, it’s us.” There was no doubt that there would be a line of people willing to take the risk: Sirius, Marlene, Fabian, Paulie.
It was scary to see Dorcas like this, to know that a mere 6 days in this place had reduced her to this resignation. How long would it take for them to get her out of here? And if she was like this after less than a week, what state would she be in when they finally did? Alice knew firsthand that many people lost themselves in this place, she had seen it over and over again. She had to believe that Dorcas was strong enough to withstand this, but there was a tiny part of her that was terrified she wasn’t. She softened slightly at Dorcas’ question. “Neville,” she replied softly. “Neville Gideon.” Alice squeezed Dorcas’ arm. “Fabian is his godfather. And he can’t wait to meet you.”
HOLLYWOOD (2020-) cr. Ryan Murphy & Ian Brennan
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ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016)
TED LASSO (TV Series 2020– ) ➼ Episode #2.6: The Signal 🖕
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PARKS AND RECREATION Season 3 Episode 14 “The Fight”
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“Boys… Thanks for choosing me to be your mom.”
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4.10 citizen knope / 5.22 are you better off? / 6.19 flu season 2
I’d pretty much given up the idea of ever being happy.
Clue (1985) dir. Jonathan Lynn
dorcxsmdws:
When they brought her back to the interrogation room she was confused. She didn’t think that Moody would need anything else from her, but maybe he did. Or maybe he was here to tell her that he tried, but that he couldn’t get her out without giving himself up. That was something that she’d have understood. She wasn’t worth anything, not really, not in the long run. Her contributions to ending the war would be minimal if he managed to get her out. She could heal, sure. She was a great dueler. But there were other duelers. There were others who could manage basic healing spells. She was nothing, but Moody was crucial. He couldn’t give himself up, or even hint at any sort of suspicion. Not the kind that could have him in a cell next to hers. Maybe that was why he was coming back. Maybe he was coming to tell her goodbye and good luck. She’d understand.
But when she walked in and saw Alice she was confused. The interrogation rooms were freezing, but they were so much warmer than the cells, out of the reach of the effects of the dementors. She could think clearer the second she crossed into the room, and clearer still as the heavy metal door closed shut behind them. When she wrapped her arms around her Dorcas didn’t react, not at first. Alice was soft and warm and comforting – but did she deserve that? How was she meant to accept her comfort after everything. Why was she even here? She should be with her baby.
But after a few moments she responded, lightly wrapping her trembling arms around her. “I’m okay,” she said softly, her expression blank, her voice a hoarse whisper.
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Alice squeezed hard, despite the fact that Dorcas remained limp in her arms for far too long. When she finally did reciprocate the hug, it was weak. Pulling back, Alice looked into Dorcas’ eyes, worried about what she saw there. She knew very well what the dementors did to people, had experienced it plenty of times herself when she had to come here for Auror duties, but she had never been through it like Dorcas was right now. It had been six long days that Dorcas had been stuck in here, forced to relive her worst fears and memories on a constant loop -- it was no wonder that her eyes looked deadened. Alice waved her wand to cast an extra warming charm and transfigured one of the chairs into a blanket, wrapping it around Dorcas’ shoulders. “No, you’re not okay,” she replied softly, her voice filled with understanding.
Alice sighed. “I’m not really involved in the case, so I don’t really have any updates for you except that Moody’s working hard and he’s determined to get you out of here. It was probably a major stretch even to come here, but I had to see you. I couldn’t stand the thought of you alone in here after everything.” Her eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back, cursing the postpartum hormones. Dorcas didn’t need to see Alice cry. “They don’t have a case against you, not unless they want to take Rodolphus down too, and we know that’s not going to happen.”
She reached out to touch Dorcas’ arm, wanting her to feel human warmth and contact for at least just a little while. “I brought you something, too.” Reaching into the pocket of her robes, Alice pulled out a picture. It had been taken in happier times, at an Order meeting. In the picture were Fabian and Gideon, their arms slung around Paulie, Fabian laughing as Gideon mussed up her hair. “It’s a little risky, but I don’t think the dementors will notice that you have it, and I wanted you to have something to remind you of who you have out there waiting for you.”
BEFORE SUNRISE (1995) dir. RICHARD LINKLATER
FATE: THE WINX SAGA | 1.03, “Heavy Mortal Hopes”
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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.”
Six days was not enough time to heal from giving birth, but Alice didn’t really care. She’d definitely regret it later, and Frank and Moody would be furious when they found out, but she had to see Dorcas. She couldn’t stop thinking about Dorcas sitting in a dark, cold cell in Azkaban, unsure if she would make it out. Alice knew that Alastor was doing everything he could to get released, and that since she was supposed to be on maternity leave, she should trust him to handle the situation, but she couldn’t bear the thought of not at least seeing Dorcas.
So one evening when Frank had fallen asleep alongside a peaceful Neville, Alice crept slowly out of bed and threw on her Auror robes, stopping only for a quick moment to grab something from the study before she snuck out of the house and made her way to the wizarding prison. It wasn’t a fun journey, especially when one had just had a baby days before, but Alice’s determination kept her moving forward.
The coldness of Azkaban seemed to seep through her bones the moment she stepped on the island, all of her fears about her capability to be a good mother returning in full force, now accompanied by thoughts of horrible things happening to Neville. Shivering, she made her way to an interrogation room, opting to have someone else lead Dorcas there so that she didn’t have to walk that far into the prison. When the wizarding keeper of the prison led Dorcas in the room, Alice nodded her thanks, keeping her face serious and professional. As he left, Alice waved her wand to put up some extra protections so that they wouldn’t be overheard. When that was done, she rushed forward to wrap Dorcas in a hug. “Oh my merlin, how are you? I’m so sorry that this is happening to you.”
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“In my time working for the state government my job sent me to 46 cities in 11 years. I lived in villages with 8 people, rural farming communities, college towns, I was sent to every corner of Indiana. And then I came here, and I realized that this whole time I was just wandering around everywhere just looking for you.”
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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.”
