01 September 1980 @ 09:50 am
Patronus to Frank Longbottom;  
amidst this

REINFORCEMENTS NEEDED STAT. KINGS CROSS. TRAIN HAS LEFT. NEED HELP.
 
 
01 September 1980 @ 09:27 am
 
WHO: Gideon and Fabian Prewett
WHAT: think of the CHILDREN
WHERE: Kings Cross, Tuesday September 1.
STATUS: Uninished Log (fabian part added in comments.
NOTES: This (and their life sorta) to the tune of: Warboys;

If the sky that we look upon / Should tumble and fall / And the mountain should crumble to the sea / I won't cry, I won't cry / No I won't shed a tear / Just as long as you stand, stand by me )

 
 
 
03 July 1980 @ 02:16 pm
Gleny!  
Gideon loved his family. He loved having them with him and he loved that they hadn't gone through with the idea of sending them into hiding. Gideon didn't love that Gleny was back in the limelight and more popular than ever. It made him sick to his stomach every day when Gleny said good-bye to work. What if something happened and he wasn't there? What if she died for real this time? What would Gideon do then? Even though it made him sick, it had been her choice and Gideon got to spend a lot of time with his son, who was just nearly ready to walk.

They were in the living room, Tristan was on his back, freshly changed and quietly waking up from his nap. Tristan was trying to focus on his dad, who was lying on his side, dividing his attention between Tristan and the random whatever was on television. When the little boy rolled over and stuck his butt up in the air (or rather, Gideon's nose) Gideon laughed and offered his hand to help Tristan stand up.

"Nah?!" Tristan asked, in a near shriek, tugging on Gideon's shirt to pull himself upright. He was alright standing, so long as he had something to old onto, and Gideon was just the right size on his side for Tristan to side-step along him and still have something to hold onto.

"She's at work," Gideon said, sure he was talking about Gleny. "Do you wanna go see Aunt Molly and cousins today?"

"Nananana." Gideon didn't know how one sound could mean more than one thing, but obviously it did to Tristan. Gideon just patted Tristan's butt and handed him a cracker from the package he'd been eating. Tristan waved it about with a half-toothless grin. "Nah!"

"Mummy's at work, Tristan. Here, let's work on these walking muscles. You have to learn to walk before you can fly, that's the rule. Just don't tell mummy that daddy took you around the yard on his broom last week," Gideon said as he twisted around with Tristan in his arms so he was sitting with his legs stretched out and feet pressed against the couch with Tristan holding onto the couch cushion.

"Come on boy, yes okay eat the cracker first but we wanna show mummy later don't we?" Gideon asked as Tristan took a little bite of the cracker and waved it at him. "You're so close, I'm right here." Tristan said in a soothing tone and holding his hands out for the toddler.

Tristan looked sceptical of Gideon's words (as sceptical as an 11 month old can) but reached out his hands to Gideon's, which were just out of his reach with still holding onto the couch. The door opened as Gley came in and Tristan squealed, "NAH!" and took a couple of steps to Gideon, standing there between Gideon's legs looing between the both of him and just holding onto his cracker as Gideon looked up at Gleny with a grin.
 
 
09 May 1980 @ 11:18 am
Order Men  
How could this have happened?

James paced back and forth in the living room of the Order House, having been banned from helping the rescue party because he couldn't remain calm. Damn bloody right he couldn't remain calm! Only Frank and Alice---and Dumbledore, he knew, only they knew about the prophecy. So they did not have any idea of what was going through James' head. What was Voldemort doing, not having people kill Lily on the spot? Or had they killed her, and taken her and---James clenched his fists tightly, wishing to wring the neck of the death eaters that had dared invade their home. They had seen maybe one neighbor, always entering the house through the floo, so how anyone knew their location was highly suspicious.

They had only told a handful of people.

He didn't like the paranoia that was growing with his anger, but James couldn't stop his thoughts. How had they found out? Who had slipped and revealed their location? The Longbottoms were keeping a very low profile too, they were definitely in a more public place than they were, so---if they had been after Alice (like she had hysterically explained) they why didn't they attack them at the Ministry? Or at Alice's parents? It didn't make any sense to James, and he had the boiling, intensely strong gut-feeling that they had been waiting to hit two birds with one stone.

James kicked out at the thought, making the side table and the variety of knick-knacks on top of it rattle. Nothing fell, and James struck his hand out and sent the lamp soaring to the ground with a very satisfying crack. He whirled around--what else would be ridiculously good to smash?
 
 
 
20 April 1980 @ 12:06 am
 
Who: Prewetts!
When: Sunday, April 19th, 1980
What: READ TO FIND OUT.
Where: Portree, Scotland.

She couldn't stop herself from letting out a shriek as the front door crashed down to the ground. )
 
 
27 July 1979 @ 02:39 pm
Order  
James sat in the corner of the Order house's living room, bending his shoulders in to fit against the walls. With his knees up and head pushed as far back as he could, it seemed that he was literally trying to disappear between the cracks, to become one with the stagnant, unfeeling wall. He couldn't hear the soft murmuring that was going around the house, he'd tuned himself out of that what felt like ages ago. If he dared pay attention again, it would only force him to listen to the crying and horrible mutterings of the rest of the Order. The only reason he'd left the house was to await any sort of news from the Longbottoms, who had apparently come up with a valid way to capture Travers, the fucking bastard---

"James."

His eyes lifted to stare up at Emmeline Vance, who was far too dressed up to be here.

"Why are you wearing that?" he muttered. She looked down at the green dress and sighed, pulling at the ponytail that looked like it'd been done and undone a hundred times.

"I was at Jugson's wedding when--everything."

"Oh." James looked down and across the living room to try and garner the other members' faces. He didn't want to deal with them, but felt this unnerving need to. "What?" he asked when Emmeline didn't move.

"I took a calming serum from the basement," she said quietly, "for--Anneliese, my friend? She's--Jugson, and...pregnant, and--"

"Fine."

He watched her twitch and then she turned to cross the room again, and James' gaze dropped back down to the ground. What the hell did it matter, anyway? Not like they did any sort of good any more, the Order. They'd let one of their own get taken, right out from under their noses. What was the point?

OOC )
 
 
12 July 1979 @ 02:17 pm
Order!  
"Say cheese!"

Alice set the camera on its timer and rushed forward to slide under Frank's arm. The room filled with a chorus of 'CHEESE' and a loud grumbling of 'No' as the flash nearly blinded everyone in the room.

"Goodness, Alice," Emmeline Vance mumbled, pressing her hands into her eyes. Alice blinked a few times to try and rid her vision of the rainbow-colored spots and hurried (well, stumbled, wow--that flash was very bright) back to the camera to catch the picture as it fell out of the front. Swiftly, she held it up to watch it come into focus and instantly her vision was cleared. Oh, see. They were such a lovely bunch, even if a few of them hated each other.

You were allowed to hate someone and still look lovely together, Alice believed.

"Okay! Well!" She waved her free hand around, anyone who wanted to look at the picture (though she could probably make copies! Ooh--) could come up and snatch it away from her...not without a fight, of course, "Food is---"

Alice watched as the group immediately dispersed toward the food and drinks and other activities she and Frank and Marlie had managed to set up in the Longbottom's rather expanse backyard. Yes, the Order, while amazing crime fighters, also had the keenest sense of of smell and taste--or was it just they were really hungry?