Siobhán Kennedy (maintains) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-02-22 14:47:00

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Who: Roderick Dearborn and Alice Longbottom
What: ... :(
Where: Ministry of Magic - labs
When: ... now!
Rating: CG for crying girl.

He had been getting ready to go home (for a fixed meaning of the word, as he was quite planning on dropping by Aland's place after finishing things up) when he'd heard the telltale sound of simpering. It wasn't that Roderick made many girls cry, for that would require him actually speaking to girls ... it was just that the sound was quite distinctive.

Normally he might've just walked by and continued with his business, but it was the location of the sound that caught his attention. The lab -- which meant that perhaps the girl who was crying was Erin. While he was certainly more or less over his awkward obsession with the young woman, he still considered her of some small importance to himself (and to Aland, if the other man would just be honest). He paused in his steps and set down the bin he'd been hefting, walking to the door of the lab and easing it open.

"Erin, are you --" Definitely not Erin. The girl was suddenly not his primary concern, however -- the body on the table was.

He felt his mouth dry considerably and he swallowed, pausing inside of the frame. Maybe he could just slowly back away and come back later ...?

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alongday
2009-02-23 06:25 am UTC (link)

Alice wasn't sure where she'd gained the ability to separate her work from her personal life's emotions, though she supposed she'd been practicing that skill since Marlene's death. She and Frank had been on the scene when arresting Travers, and as much as she wanted to kill him at that moment, she'd done everything by the book so that they couldn't mess it up. The rest of her pregnancy was going to be a bloody thrill if this was how haywire her emotions were going to be. Alice couldn't be sure if she was able to switch her feelings on and off because she was an auror or because of the baby, but---it wasn't something she liked.

After completely examining the body, the only conclusion she could come to at the moment, before an autopsy could be performed for potion and poisoning reasons, Alice believed it was The Killing Curse. She couldn't find any visible symptoms, and the body had been left, discarded, for so long that any remnants of the spell were diminished.

That was it, then. Avis would come in for the final look over, but. Her job was done. Alice turned to Roderick, knowing her eyes were still red from the tears before, and she swallowed roughly as her throat hurt from her crying. She pulled out some parchment, and glad that she didn't have to---God, if she would've had to call Emmeline in to identify the body---Alice slid the parchment over to Roderick, handing out a quill,

"Roderick Dearborn, do you identify this body to be that of Caradoc Dearborn?"

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maintains
2009-02-23 06:31 am UTC (link)

She was surprisingly efficient for someone who'd been crying over a body a few moments before that. He tried to think of exactly how this could have happened - how Caradoc could have gotten himself caught. There were a hundred ways, of course, but he didn't want to think about any of them.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the girl passing him over a piece of parchment -- he glanced down at it and blinked. Oddly enough, his first thought was of Emmeline as well. She probably wouldn't appreciate having him tell her that Caradoc wasn't dead (even if he'd oblivated her) and then having to come in and identify the body. That just seemed cruel.

"..yes, I do," he muttered quietly, scribbling down his messy signature (his writing was like Erin's, oddly enough, so perhaps not all that messy) before passing the paper back to the girl.

"...are you going to be all right?" After all, even if Caradoc had been his nephew, they hadn't been all that close. Being close to people while you were a Death Eater was frowned upon, so he tried to avoid it when he could -- with the exception of Aland, apparently.

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alongday
2009-02-23 07:06 am UTC (link)

She folded up the parchment slowly, trying to find the answer to his question. No, never. And as harsh as it sounded, it wasn't because of Caradoc. She would miss him (and has), she would feel more pain for his family and his close ones, but Alice had come to the sickening conclusion that this war was going to be the end of her. There was no way they were going to get out of this, were they? They'd finally found some sort of light in their son, and now---any sort of hope in anything was literally murdered and dropped in front of her, right in her fucking lap.

"Yes," Alice stoically responded, knowing that it wasn't long before her emotional dam broke and she was back to being a complete and utter mess. She had to finish this paper work and then she could cry, right now she needed to do her bloody job---maybe it'll keep this war from killing her for a little bit longer, maybe it would save some more of her friends but---it was all she could do right now. "I'll be fine."

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maintains
2009-02-24 12:20 am UTC (link)

He knew that she was lying, but ... well, he really didn't know how to react to having a girl crying in front of him again. Roderick nodded just a little tightly, tempted to reach out and touch her arm but restraining himself for the moment.

"If there's anything I can do," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, "or would you rather I just let you get on with things?" Because Merlin knew that he sometimes buried himself in his work, both inside the Ministry and outside with the Death Eaters, when he was overemotional about things.

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