It was hard as all fuck to lead a double life.

But, Dimitri was good at it. He hated it, but he was good at it. Finally finding some time to rejoin the wizarding world on a social aspect, the thoughts of keeping his muggle life a secret had really overwhelmed him. It was for Gabrielle's own safety, of course, but the fact remained that he was lying to his friends and the people he cared about about the woman he cared for most in the world. Dimitri had come to the conclusion a long time ago that Gabrielle didn't need to know about his job, or his abilities, because...well, she loved him, right? Why should he put her in danger---and he knew other people did it, he knew that other people had wives and went out into the field every day, but when you could keep them out of harms way, then--why not?

Maybe one day. But not now. There was a war raging, and there was no need for any more trouble than it was worth. Because seriously? Was it his fault he was good at his job? No, thank you very much. Maybe the criminals and death eaters just sucked at hiding from him, ever think of that?

Sometimes he really did feel like a superhero, but on occasions like this, when he was sitting home and helping Gabrielle grade some pop quizzes. Felt like he'd hung up his cape in a secret compartment in the back of the closet.

"You have some very stupid students," he said, x'ing out a few more wrong answers.

Nate yawned and pushed his way into the living room, two plates of cake balanced in his left arm and two glasses of juice, a bottle of mixed nuts in his right hand with several other snacks just in case. One could never know what a pregnant lady would want to eat or munch on. It was better to be prepared but it was probably going to be for not since no one could ever predict the cravings of a pregnant Bree.

"Here you go, love, white cake with extra thick icing and fake strawberries and preserves in the middle and a dentist appointment for me tommorow," Nate laughed, as he sat down carefully next to his wife and nudged Amadaeus away from their snacks with his knee.

Edgar was getting married! Oh, she still couldn't believe it (mostly because they were both so young, but! Love knew no boundaries, Megan liked to tell herself), and she'd been having far too much fun helping Mrs. Bones with things, along with meeting Gillian's parents, and, just---sigh. It was really nice. Megan was a natural planner, it was one of the things that made her a good teacher, so she of course volunteered her services! How couldn't she? Edgar was as good as her little brother (though she'd never say anything like that to Macon, even though he'd probably understand, but still. Merlin), and that meant Gillian would be like a sister, and, yes.

She had to help.

And it was next week. Exactly! Megan closed her journal with a snap and flounced to the kitchen, looking for the sprinkles to send to Amelia. It must be that time of the month---sometimes Megan could eat pudding and popcorn when that rolled around, so. She completely understood Amelia's cravings.

"Jonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnathan," she called, frowning at the lack of St. Patrick's sprinkles. They should be sitting right between the Valentine's and Easter ones, but, there were nowhere to be seen. Her hands tugged her up a bit to look further into the cabinet, and Megan leaned back to call through the house again, "Jooooooooooooooonathaaaaaaaaaan!"