All our times have come

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*The last thing Davey wanted to resemble was a sorry pain in the arse that didn't value work. He simply had a hard time keeping them thanks to his big fat mouth

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I may not have been the needle in his arm but if I wasn't so fucked I could have rang 999. Some mate of his came down to the room where we were and found him, hardly breathing. He was just...there with his head sinking into his chest, and I thought nothing of it. His mate was shouting at me, asking what the fuck my problem was.

*He blinks and tears finally run down his cheeks. He swipes them away with his hand, ignoring the tissues.*

I..I didn't even know who either of them were, I just wanted a fucking fix and...he had a kid, Emmeline. He had a goddamn kid.

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We're only mortal. We all make mistakes, but we can't change the past. Don't let them win, Davey. It's going to be okay.

*Emmeline takes a tissue and holds it right in front of him, the other hand massaging his back gently.*

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Most people don't make mistakes like that, Emmeline.

*Davey takes the tissue but it only ends up crumpled in his hand. He takes another bite of chocolate.*

I thought I put it behind me but I...fuck.

*He glances at Emmeline.*

I'm shit.

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You're not shit. We all have regrets. Something we could have done, but we didn't, especially during times like these.

*Emmeline sighs, running her hands through her face. This conversation is not helping with the stress she currently feels.*

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I suppose...

*Davey roughly wipes away tears again before staring at Emmeline's bare feet. While he doesn't feel too embarrassed, he assumes Emmeline may be uncomfortable with his rather open display of tears.*

I'm sorry.

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Don't be. A swarm of dementors aren't exactly an ideal welcome back to our world.

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*He sniffles and lets out a bitter laugh.*

Understatement.

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*Her right elbow rests on the arm of the couch, her hand pressed against her cheek in contemplation.*

I wonder how they broke in anyway, there are supposed to be wards on Diagon Alley. Maybe it was You-Know-Who... but shouldn't that have been a larger scale production?

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I don't know, doesn't quite seem like Voldemort's style if you ask me. I'd reckon there would be some Death Eater reinforcements. Or during a busier time of day. I mean, seven in the bloody morning? Diagon Alley wasn't exactly bustling, was it?

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*Emmeline sends him a sidelong glance at Davey for the usage, though she has become more used to that name since she joined the Order... it still felt dirty. She shrugs rather hopelessly.*

I'm not sure. I'm going to assume that the Ministry will have an explanation, sooner or later.

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Right, the Ministry.

*Davey holds his tongue but doesn't refrain from rolling his eyes.*

Wait a tick, your Patronus. It was fucking brilliant. Do you do it often?

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*She doesn't feel too confident about the Ministry's capabilities as a whole, but Emmeline has other sources of information. Then, she finds herself having to lie, which she knows is something she'll have to become more used to.*

Not too often, I just learned it as a security measure. That's the first time I cast the spell in front of an actual dementor.

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Really? You cast it like a pro. I'm impressed. I've never tried it until today, honestly. And we saw how that turned out...or rather didn't turn out.

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It's a difficult spell to master. You have to practice before you cast it to a dementor, so you'll be more confident.

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I'd rather not have another run in with a Dementor but they seem to be rather active lately.

By the way, I reckon the universe doesn't want me to take up a job in Diagon Alley. That place has been a employment graveyard for me, honestly.