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*There's a knock at the door. A pounding, really, but Frank's a hard sleeper, and it doesn't do more than nudge him from dead asleep to the odd twilight passing between deeply out and waking. On habit he cracks open an eye to give a cursory glace at the clock; just past six, they don't have to be up for another hour. Already forgetting what had woken him, Frank resettles himself against his wife's warm body, the puppy giving a protesting whimper on his other side, at the movement.

The pounding at the door comes again, more forcefully, and this time it's enough to rouse Frank a bit more properly. It'll wake Neville, if it keeps up like that, and he groans into his pillow.*

Alice - 

Date: 2011-10-19 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gummymummy.livejournal.com
*Two things are crossing Alice's mind: That whoever is at the door needs an Unforgivable, and that if they wake Neville, she may give them one.

*Rolling slowly up at Frank's voice, Alice manages to shuffle out of bed and down to the door.

But when she opens it, it's as though she's asleep again. She's had this dream before, many times. Only Frank isn't in bed upstairs, and the two men don't tell her it's Gideon and Fabian, and the dream always ends when she has to shut the door.

Now it's shut and she's numb. For a moment everything is gone, and she will never remember how she got back to their bedroom. Her next memory will always be wiping off her face and shaking Frank awake.*

Date: 2011-10-19 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gummymummy.livejournal.com
*While Frank's throat is dry, hers is overly slick and full - talking almost feels like choking.*

Gideon and Fabian.

Date: 2011-11-24 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gummymummy.livejournal.com
*There is barely time to recognize the change. Now there's no grief in the room, except Alice's, a feeling she thought she would never experience again - not with Frank.*

Frank?

*But as he goes for his clothes, Alice jumps up. That change wasn't the sudden absence of grief but the abrupt feeling of danger. *

Frank, stop. What are you doing?

Date: 2011-11-24 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gummymummy.livejournal.com
*Under the bed, but Alice isn't saying. Instead she moves between them and him.*

Frank, Where are you going? Frank?

*She keeps saying his name over and over, as if it belonged to her now.*

Date: 2011-12-03 05:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gummymummy.livejournal.com
*Grabbing the wand off Frank's nightstand, Alice sits down on the bed.*

You can't do this.



Please.

Date: 2011-12-03 05:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gummymummy.livejournal.com
*And it's his voice and face that make Alice's hand open. She doesn't mean to, she certainly doesn't want to, but now the change is so real and so stark that she has to give in.*

Frank...don't. They're gone.

Date: 2011-12-04 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] disaurorly.livejournal.com
*This is not how John Dawlish ever wants to start his day. Bad enough to be called in at a time when he's usually slouched over a bar, but for this...

The fraternity in the office means the world to Dawlish, he's unapologetically stated it in several (mostly offensive) ways before. To see two of his brothers go down, even if they were pussies, is a real blow.

When Frank arrives, it's no shock. And Dawlish holds their front door open without so much as a word of warning, only a look of haggard commiseration.*

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