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Friday, a relief from the week that had just passed by fasted than the speed of light. It was a beautiful day, especially for someone who loved snow as much as Hermione did. She liked it, just not the cold. It was a weird feeling, to love something, but to hate it at the same time. It gave her a lot of memories, a lot of good times, and they all contained all her children together in one big war. It would be one huge harmless war on holidays when their cousins, aunts, uncles, and other various family members would join in. She had just realized this very second that the adults always seemed to gang up on her. Maybe she was just that easy of a target. It made her laugh at this second, even though there wasn’t anyone around to share her sudden understanding.

She kept walking, her heels crunching in the snow beneath her feet. She found herself in Hogsmeade after a day of work. She was still in her formal wear, but she didn’t care. She needed to look around, ideas for upcoming birthdays, and possibly even a little something for her husband as a surprise. It also dawned on her then that she needed groceries, but that she desperately didn’t want to shop for those now. She just wanted to relax a minute in an open spot so she wouldn’t have to return to her empty house quite yet.

She pushed open the door to the local coffee shop, tapping her feet on the rug so she wouldn’t track anything else in, and headed towards the counter. She looked within the windows, eyeing all the delicious pastries, but she attempted to fight back her taste buds. She sighed softly. “Come on, Mione,” she said softly to herself. “When’s the last time you gave yourself a treat?” The answer to this question was years. She did everything for everyone else but it had been years since she took a small amount of time out of her day to reward herself for her hard work at home, work, and just supporting her family. She, however, would never give herself enough credit.

“Good morning,” she said politely to the woman behind the counter. She smiled lightly and took one more look at the glass display. After having a very short conversation with the woman she found herself heading to a bistro table with her caramel macchiato and cream cheese strudel in hand. She sat, pulling out a quill from her bag and piece of parchment. She wondered what her children were up to.

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[nicolas]

REMEMBER THOSE WALL I BUILD WELL BABY THEY’RE
TUMBLING DOWN AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN PUT UP
A FIGHT THEY DIDN’T EVEN MADE A SOUND

One of the downs to living by yourself was that you had to do everything yourself. Nicolas sometimes paid someone to help with the cleaning, garden and a few other larger jobs. His work at the Ministry limiting the free time he had to work in the house. But for the smaller jobs or when he had a day off he did everything himself. The snow meant that he didn’t had to work on the garden and the house was pretty clean, so Nicolas decided that this was a good day to get some groceries. He was hoping to get his sister Claudia to visit. The siblings didn’t spend that much time together anymore, even if they both worked in the Ministry. If he could get that to happen, he wanted to make the dinner himself, which meant he needed some fresh food at hand.

For most of the day Nicolas walked around Diagon Alley and later Hogsmeade, picking everything he needed. After he was done he shrank the supplies, using an owl to send them home. He could return home too, but the day was still young and he didn’t had much to do at home. Instead he walked toward one of the coffee shops. Since he was still in Hogsmeade he could maybe get a warm chocolate or some tea to warm his bones. Maybe also get something to eat, he doubted after today’s shopping he would be feeling up to do some cooking. The only thing he could think about cooking was a goodnight sleep.

The shop wasn’t that large, but it was warm and he was already feeling less cold by the time he made it to the counter. He smiled at the woman and asked for a large cup of tea and two cucumber sandwiches. He was still full from a large breakfast(it had been long past breakfast time by the time he ate it) and the small meal would be enough. Even if he got hungry in the night, he could probably think of another small meal after a few hours of rest. He spoke a little bit with the woman, while he waited for his meal, taking notice of another figure in the shop. Once he had paid for his meal, he walked toward said person.

He recognized her instinctively, he didn’t know Hermione Weasley personally. But she was more than famous in the wizard community. His own father, an Auror, had spoken of Harry Potter and his friends through all his childhood. Plus the Obliviators worked closely with the Aurors and he was familiar with her husband to say the least. “Hello Mrs. Weasley, do you mind if I sit down with you.” Nicolas smiled, he had always dreamed of meeting the third member of the Wizard World heroes and this was a chance he didn’t want to miss. He only hoped he wasn't interrupting anything important, he was know to be a bit clumsy and walking into the wrong type of things.

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It was strange how a warm caramel sensation would make her heart flutter in the way it did. It was almost like she wanted to say it melted her heart, but that was ridiculous to the point that it was down right silly. Her eyes scanned her strudel, taking a small bite, and she sunk in her chair slightly with a face that spoke of pure delight. It was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. This is from someone who has chocolate only once a year. It wasn’t that she was trying to watch her weight or anything like that – she just didn’t buy anything for herself. She would buy pasties and snacks for her children, but always left herself out of the picture. She didn’t like spoiling herself, which was a good thing, but she loved to spoil those kids.

She stared at the blank piece of parchment, wondering, and sighing. She didn’t know where to begin, where to go with it, or even where to end. She wished that another Holiday would be coming soon because she missed them so much. She wondered if they would want to come home for a weekend, just a weekend, so that she could see them. She remembered being their age – too wrapped up in books to go home or spend any time writing to her parents. Especially when it came to the end of the year, but that wasn’t her fault. It was either write home or save the world. She would always choose to save the world. It’s not that she didn’t want to – it’s that she was putting her life in danger. She wasn’t a fan of that, especially now. She had children that needed her.

Hermione didn’t know every name in face in the Order, but it was because she wasn’t there often enough. Ronald was always there, while she was always elsewhere. She had a difficult job and it was tiresome. It would have been better, but she was on call all the time. She realized that she should attend the Order meeting more often because the voice that had spoken to her was followed by a face that had no name to it. She strained, trying to think quickly of the name, and for some reason she could only remember part of it. “Hello,” She responded politely. “Mr. Dawlish… correct?” She asked, an apologetic tone in her voice.

She motioned her hand towards the other chair at the table. “Oh yes, please keep me company!” She said, smiling joyously. It was something to distract her from her lack of letter writing. She finally had removed her coat so that it hung on the back of the chair. She smiled. “Call me Hermione,” She said. Even after all the years of being wed to Mr. Ronald Weasley she still had not gotten used to being called Mrs. Anything. That was the truth of it. It just felt like a big dream.

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[nicolas]

REMEMBER THOSE WALL I BUILD WELL BABY THEY’RE
TUMBLING DOWN AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN PUT UP
A FIGHT THEY DIDN’T EVEN MADE A SOUND

Nicolas was a nit amazed about Hermione knowing his name, he had never spoken with her. But he guessed that the Order probably knew about him. Blake knew about his unwilling alliance with the Death Eaters, so that probably meant the Order did too. He was at least grateful that they hadn’t send him to Azkaban for it, he wished he could give them some information. But Regulus Lestrange was keeping everything for himself, even if he really wanted to help, he had no information to give. The only thing he could do right now, was keeping information about the Ministry from Regulus and even there he had other spies working there. His very own sister Claudia included.

“Yes, Nicolas Dawlish. But you can simply call me Nick, most people do anyway.” He took a seat quickly, thankful that Mrs. Weasley had not been annoyed by his unexpected interruption. “Thank you, for a moment I was afraid I had interrupted something.” Nicolas removed his globes, stretching his fingers and allowing them to get some warm. He liked the winter season just fine, but he did miss the sunny days of summer more. It was true that the snow could be truly beautiful, if you were warm inside or only going out for a small amount of time. But if you had to spend most of the day outside, it was just slippery and cold.

He placed his hands around the tea cup, taking a long slip and placing it back down. He took a small bite of his sandwich, it was a lot better than he imagined. This was definitely a place he would be visiting again, maybe during one of his breaks at the Ministry. “Enjoying the snow Mrs. Hermione.” Nicolas couldn’t stop himself from making it sound formal, he respected the Hogwart’s trio since he had a child. To casually call them by their first name, was simply something he only dreamed about doing. To actually do it, was a fantasy he was a bit afraid and shy to actually fulfill. He took another bit of his sandwich.

“I heard you were going to be working in Hogwarts, after the death of Headmaster Filius Flitwick.” Since Nicolas had been a Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick had been his Head of House, the wizard’s death had impacted him deeply. The death had occurred during the Death Eater’s attack in Hogwarts, led by Bellatrix Lestrange herself. Nicolas had not been asked to join the Death Eaters in the attack, something he had be grateful for. But he had been working at the Ministry when it happened, so he had been called to help with the clean up. “Professor Flitwick was a great Headmaster, but I heard Headmaster Longbottom is doing a wonderful job in the school. Nicolas had heard about Neville Longbottom, he had been teaching at Hogwarts for a while, he had been the only one to stand up and take the job. He guessed everyone else was probably had been too afraid to take it.

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