She knew only a couple of things right now.

Her son was safe. Tomas was safe ... and that was very, very important. The other thing, though, was that Corner Conway was dead. She wouldn't admit this to anyone (indeed, she didn't think it was a very good idea), but she'd been very ... close with Corner in her younger years, despite his protests and the fact that he had been mourning his wife at the time. She'd been a bitch anyway.

It meant that she missed him, though, in a way that was more emotionally invested than most other people might get. Sure, she felt sympathy for people who lost others ... and even when other Aurors died, but this was still different.

She'd taken the day off, and Tomas should have too - but she knew he was too stubborn for that. She'd spent the day with their son -- making cookies hadn't worked out very well, but Geoffrey was still having fun decorating them even if they tasted a bit off. Anything to distract both of them, right? Merlin's sake, the boy had been through two traumatic moments in the past year.

OY! Any idea why the fuck death eaters are targeting quidditch families? That doesn't make any bleeding sense!

Lunch time was his favorite part of the day. Not only because he got to stop working and instead got to eat, but because...

Well, okay, maybe it was that.

BUT he liked going down to the lab to see Avis, so that was another reason lunch was his favorite part of the day. It was simple things that like that Tomas felt like he needed to hold onto, as the rest of the world was far too dark and gloomy to focus on. He spent his whole day on crime scenes and fighting dark wizards, let him have his hour of talking bullshit with his friends, or trying to convince his wife of a quick shag in the janitor's closet.

Roderick reaaaally hated him, it was fantastic.

"OHH Avis," Tomas announced himself into the lab, bursting the door open. He'd gotten scolded for this before, but he was in a very good mood and could deal with the lecture. He waved the bag of Chinese food tauntingly. "I have very bad for you foooooood!"

James felt like he was in a zoo on display, the feeling of a million pairs of eyes sitting upon him. Dumbledore had set up the Hog's Head as an 'informational meeting' of sorts, for people they had all suggested, thought of, and found to be highly trustworthy. These people were going to be offered to put their lives on the line for their dying secret society, and James was surprised as hell that so many had actually shown up.

They were all idiots, he believed.

But then again, they must all think that he and the rest of the original Order (he felt so old, saying that) were out of their minds. To them, the Order was just a bunch of kids who got caught up in a big, ugly mess and were now crying for help. Which it felt like, sometimes, but James wasn't ready to admit that out loud. He wasn't sure if he ever could, which was why he was staying uncharacteristically silent through the whole engagement. He was slumped in one of the booths of the tavern, eyes following the mingling and quite chatter that was going on.

Drinks will be served! Dumbledore had ended jovially, and James had sighed. Part of him felt like a wretched person for getting more and more people involved into the war, but the other, very tired part of him was ready to hand over the reigns and let Voldemort get some new toys to play with.

( OOC )

Who: Avis, Tomas, and Geoffrey and Yorick
What: Some skeletons come out of the closet. LULZ
Where: Avis' office in their house. Fancy!

( Let's get off the topic of dead fathers and their skulls )

"I was thinking---well, dinosaurs is a little played out, I mean. They're extinct, but then we could do a dig, like---sand box with bones in there and I know you'd enjoy that, but I mean, how's he supposed to know what the hell he's looking for---"

Tomas let out a shaky breath, hands flipping through his journal as he pulled out random pictures he'd started collecting over the past few weeks. He'd never thrown a kid's birthday party before, and he figured with magic it should be even more awesome than the birthdays he remembered and---where the hell was that witch with their test results.

Sitting back in his chair Tomas' foot began to shake in anticipation. They'd been in the waiting room for a good ten minutes now, how bloody hard was it to check yes and no? Unless--unless they'd failed, and first Avis would kill him, and then he'd get sent to jail and have to suffer there with some of the wizards he'd put away himself and that was just bloody annoying.

No, no they didn't fail. He was sure he'd answered all of his questions correctly, and there was no way that Avis failed. So--it was just a waiting game. Tomas looked back at his journal and flipped past a few more pages.

"Or---or we could just do quidditch. That has to be fun--do they have kiddie versions of quidditch?"

Who: Avis and Tomas Booth
What: Late night excursions leading to life altering events. Srsly!
Where: Their house, then the crime scene
When: BACKDATED to AUGUST 9TH (...his birthday :])

( Apparating. Two minutes, pants or not. )

Who: Erin Jugson and Avis Tremaine
What: Erin's really twitchy about something
Where: Their lab

( Please tell me you're not pregnant. )