She pulled the invisibility cloak tighter over herself, taking in deep, steady breaths. The streets of Godric's Hollow were calm, still, not a person in sight as it was rather late; in the houses of the muggles in the area, you could see the telly flickering through the windows. Alice couldn't see the Order members hidden about the town, but she had a rough idea of where they were all located. It was strange to have the upper hand for once, but she knew it wouldn't last for long, no matter how pessimistic a thought. The tip to Dumbledore had arrived with a good amount of time before nightfall and had given the Order a lot of time to prepare for whatever was going to strike the small village.

James had been adamant about being one of those to go and find Sirius, but it was obvious that with his past relations with the death eaters that they couldn't risk it. Alice knew that Frank was eager to help as well, but it was finally decided on who was to stay and who was to go, and things would just have to deal.

Alice slowly made her way through a garden of one of the small cottages. She couldn't help but peer through the kitchen window, eyes softening at the sight of a daughter helping her mother was the dishes. These people were completely innocent; why had Voldemort decided to attack this village? Surely it couldn't be because wizards and muggles were living together, Hogsmeade was the only all-wizarding village and he'd already attacked there twice.

Quickly, she put up a ward on the houses' windows, feeling a guilt rise up in her at not being able to warn the family about what was to happen. She saw the flare of a spell before she heard it erupt, and Alice gripped her wand tighter, sending one last look toward the window before heading out into the starts of the fray.


( OOC )

Even though he would never, ever admit it out loud...well, no, no he would, but he'd probably only admit it in a fight, or something, to show that he really wasn't the bad guy or something---well, anyway, even though it might take some effort for him to admit, Tomas really did enjoy this husband act. You know, being nice to your wife. Doing nice, sweet things. Things that normal women often sighed that their husbands never did. Sure, they hadn't been married for even a month yet (two days! He was good with dates, unlike other husbands), but he was definitely trying to get as much husbandry stuff out there without making it overkill.

If that made sense. Because husbands usually didn't do stuff---so. Tomas didn't know, he was new at this!

At any rate, Avis wasn't the most normal of women, which was fine with Tomas, really, it was one of the main reasons he'd married her, so it was really give-or-take whether or not she was going to enjoy his birthday surprise. Which, yes, consisted of paperwork (because if all else failed, she'd get her bloody paperwork), and a plethora of other things he'd been busy collecting this past week. It took Avis being bed ridden in St. Mungo's to realize how much time he really did spend with her, and Tomas was currently on Moody's shit list (though, when wasn't he) because he refused to work with any of the other investigators.

Avis was his partner, thanks.

"Knock, knock!" Tomas' cheerful voice came from the door, but he didn't enter just yet. He grinned over at his wife, who looked terrible, but he didn't mind it too much.