Alice wiped at her face again, trying so hard to compose herself as the auror she was supposed to be. It felt like the second she'd officially finished her training, she'd been hit with every possible attack and tragedy. Her best friend was murdered mere weeks after the test and that had taken such a long time to come to terms with (she still got the urge to owl Marlie--). Then the M.A.G.I.C. acts through the entire wizarding world into a frenzy, and the second that ended, they could only rejoice in the news of their child for---for a week before Caradoc's secret was revealed and---
It was never going to end, this war, these terrible things going on in their lives---never.
She pushed her hair back, quickly tying it up to give her hands something to do. She looked a mess, she looked like such a bloody--mess. She had to throw on the biggest set of robes she had to completely hide her burgeoning stomach because of the prophecy, and---Alice sure that the people who were questioning her sanity before were absolutely sure she had none of it now.
"If you'd...if you'd like to be alone..." she muttered, unsure of how close Caradoc and his uncle had been. Alice only knew of their relations because Roderick worked in the ministry, but from the look on his face there was obviously more than a faint acquaintance there.
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