Today was supposed to be a good day. Today, Elliot was going to walk into Flourish and Blotts, sweep up his wife for lunch, and tell her that he had done the impossible. Elliot Bean Alderton, werewolf, had landed a job. He could hardly believe it himself, and wondered how hard it would be to convince his wife of the news.
It wasn't anything to brag about, really. He'd scored so many N.E.W.T.s and worked so hard in the ministry all these years that a custodial job at a local muggle high school shouldn't be something to beam about. But, he'd managed to win the administrators over and make them believe that the random days of the month he couldn't make it to work were because of religious observances. Elliot hoped he wouldn't have to miss that many days of work, so maybe having something to go to during the full moon days would get him out of bed.
Elliot had a little hop to his step today, and it took him almost until he had reached the bookstore to realize that something was wrong in the alley. His expression when he saw the death eaters wasn't one of surprise, it was something like disasppoint.
"Really?" he actually let out. Bloody hell! He had the worse damn luck in the world. Allowing himself another second to be miserable for himself, his mind snapped back to reality and shot a jolt of fear and adrenaline through him. Death eaters! In Diagon Alley! He had to get Elsie! Elliot focused and pushed himself through the crowd that was running in the opposite direction of the bookstore (that couldn't be good) and when he broke through the crowd let out a yelp of pain as a spell singed his sleeve, cutting straight through to his shoulder.
Worst. Luck. Ever.
But there was his wife! "Elsie!" Elliot shouted, planting his other hand on his injured shoulder. She looked okay, and that's what mattered right now, "Elsie!"
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