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wild at heart couple kids running loose in the wild

Coming back from going out to Pyxis, Olivia had thought that it had stopped raining, but the thunderstorms outside were persisting. They were loud and if they were above ground she would have thought that the thunder was enough to rattle the windows. Even the windows in their offices that were magically controlled were storming today. Whomever controlled the weather in the building thought that it needed to echo what was happening outside this afternoon apparently, and Olivia didn't mind. She liked the rain. Well, that, and she wasn't in her office to be bothered by it anyway. With Lufkin out for the summer, she had gone upstairs when she had come back from the school, and she had found Isolde in her office. The witches were... Well, they weren't exactly friends, because Olivia didn't know who she could even call her friend these days. But they got along. They had both fallen in love with law, and they were both successful because of it. If there was anyone that she thought would get the same sort of enjoyment that she did from watching boring trials in the Wizengamot for a couple of hours this afternoon, she thought that it would be her.  Smiling she had slipped past Isolde's daughter, Izzy, and she had knocked on the other redhead's door, "Busy?" Olivia was carrying a stack of papers from her own desk, and she had told Amy where it was that she was going on the way by. Even if Isolde was busy, and she didn't want to join her, Olivia was going down to the courtrooms, to sit in the back, and work on her paperwork, and watch what her Justice system was doing all day. Her Justice System. Because she was the Head of it. She was the one that made the decisions, and then took them to the Lady Lestrange. She was the one that had to figure out what they were going to do if there was some sort of National Emergency. She was the nation's first line of legal defense, and she knew it. If Andromeda Lestrange got the country into legal trouble it was going to be Olivia's job to fix it. But she didn't think that that was really something that she was going to have to worry about. They hadn't thus far. And that was better than what she could say for Ares.  Really though, Olivia thought that that had more to do with good decision making than anything. Having Isolde in the top office, meant that there was already a lawyer there when she got there. That she wasn't alone as the first line of defense. She had someone in her corner when it came for advocating for the legal ways to do things. And this administration, at least so far, seemed halfway convinced to listen to it's advisors. Whether that would hold true to the end, she had no idea, but she thought that it was better than nothing at this point. And the choice of advisors was a little better in any case. They were all witches, though that didn't matter to Olivia, gender didn't determine your ability to do your job. No, what she liked about the advisors was the group that they represented. The law, the press, the people. They were all three. And she thought that that was good. They were smart, and while they were all pure, she didn't think that they had been selected merely on that either. They were selected for exactly what they were. The people that could help the most.  If that was the case, then she was all for it... Making their way down to the courtrooms was easy enough to do if she could get her convinced to come with her, but she thought that a change of scenery wasn't always a bad thing, and whatever she was working on up here, had to be portable enough that they were going to be able to work on it down there too. Olivia nodded to the files in her arms, "I was thinking about running away for a couple of hours, hiding out. Want to join me?" They had done it before, it wasn't like this was something completely new, it was just something that they hadn't done for awhile, and Olivia thought that it sounded much more appealing than sitting at her desk. Being stuck at her desk just seemed like a miserable way to spend the afternoon. And if she wasn't mistaken, there were a couple of cases scheduled for this afternoon of the more amusing nature. A wizard that had tried to enchant some objects to think for themselves, and now they were following him around, while he still denied that there was anything out of the ordinary about them. Olivia thought that his defense of himself alone, because he had adamantly denied the need for a lawyer to represent him, was worth the trip alone.

to the first
sweet taste of
freedom

❧

It felt like Isolde was always holed up at her desk. As Adviser to the Minister of Magic, Andromeda Lestrange, she had her fair share of paperwork to sift through including political ordinances, wizarding law documents, and current case files. As Adviser, Isolde was charged with making sure what they did was legal. In many ways, she saw herself as the most level-headed of all the Advisers. She wasn’t bogged down in the purity wars, she didn’t have a hand in the Death Eaters (Lucian Kirkpatrick didn’t count, they’d never had much of a relationship, anyhow), and she wasn’t a member of the Order of the Phoenix (if they were even still operating at a time like this). In fact, in her opinion, she was the most neutral woman that the Sacred Twenty-Eight could’ve produced.

That being said, a few glasses of wine in her system and her daughter getting her started was recipe enough for Isolde to confess that she didn’t believe in segregation of the magical world. But she would never say that directly to her co-workers or boss. No, Isolde was here to provide a neutral option, play devil’s advocate, and ensure that the letter of the law was followed. And it was what she was good at. Isolde had gone to school to become a lawyer and spent most of her life arguing property law and dealing with divorce settlements. She and Maria were well known in their sphere for being among the best. At least, she hoped that was still the case. A few weeks back, Hank Davis had outsmarted her during one of their cases against one another. He’d played her in that little bar, tapping into her emotions and using it to siphon information about the case they were arguing. When she’d arrived in court a few days later to find him as her opposing counsel, she’d been displeased, to say the least. She was still upset about it. So much so that she’d been avoiding Hank at every cross, despite the fact that he worked but a few floors down as a Civil and Criminal Lawyer at the Ministry.

But she couldn’t help but long for the days of listening to the most absurd cases in the courtroom.

Isolde didn’t need to look up to know who was standing in her doorway. She and Olivia got on quite well. As the Head of the Department of Justice, Is had always been quite fond of her. She was brilliant, compassionate, and they got on like old friends. “Drowning in discourse on the Minister’s latest ordinances. It looks like American Lawyers have gotten ahold of it and want to argue the constitutionality. Don’t they understand the law is different here?” Isolde looked up at the woman in her doorway and instantly felt a smile creep onto her lips. The stack of paperwork in her hands told a story that she knew all too well.

“Ah,” Isolde said when Olivia finally suggested a courtroom rendezvous. It was always nice to be back down in the thick of things. Being an Adviser (and Assistant Dean) meant Isolde didn’t have much time to take her own cases. She was only appearing in court about twice a month now and she longed for the argument. She longed to see the justice system in action. Standing, Isolde peered past Olivia at her daughter. “Izzy, darling, we’re going to be down in the courtrooms,” she was already gathering her paperwork, a few pens, and her wand. “Hold my owls unless it's urgent,” Isolde turned back to Olivia now that she was ready to go. “Shall we?”

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Wild At
Heart

Olivia had thought that the rain had stopped, but she had been wrong. It looked like it was going to rain well into the night at this point, and she couldn’t tell if she liked that, or if she hated it. Part of her thought that maybe it might have been a little of both. That there had to be some point when she was going to want it to stop raining, but so far it wasn’t bothering her. Rain felt like it could just wash everything away. Like it was a fresh start of sorts, and she thought that that was something that she could get behind. She needed just a couple of hours to get her through the rest of today, and the rest of the week. A couple of hours holed up under a gazebo in the garden would have been perfect. Or in front of the windows in their library. The biggest windows in the house were in the library, and that was the best place to sit and enjoy the rain. Olivia had always liked the rain, and she thought that the older she got the more meaning she found in it. The easier it was to focus and ground herself.

Sometimes that was all that she needed. Just a steady base to ground herself in to get through whatever it was that was going to come next. Going upstairs to find her friend, she thought that maybe Isolde could use something to ground herself in too. They weren’t the same age, they hadn’t gone to school together, but they were cut from the same cloth. Ravenclaws. Lawyers. Redheads. That last one was subject to change if they ever got the whim, but Olivia had never colored her hair, and she didn’t intend to start now. It would be this color for forever, and when it did get to the point that she needed to color it to make it stay that color, she would be coloring it this same strawberry that it was now. Still, she thought that she could come up here, and see if there was a way to get Isolde out of her office too. They wouldn’t leave the building, she wouldn’t go that far, but she thought that no one could really fault the two highest ranking lawyers in the country for working in a courtroom. It was where they, or at least she, had been most at home for a long time.

Olivia chuckled a little bit at the response that she got to her very basic question. But she knew the feeling. “No, they don’t. They seem to forget that they threw the tea in the harbor and told us to take a hike.” They tended to like to stick their nose in where it didn’t belong either, and Olivia had found them tiresome for the last twenty-five years. “I’ve been dealing with Jack Donaldson for nearly a quarter of a century, if he really won’t leave you alone we’ll take him. I’d like to see Amy have her go at him really. She’s clever. And having my assistant outsmart the American lawyer would be entertaining.” And hopefully really put him in his place when it came to the differences in the laws. He tended to think that he knew so much more than he did and having a twenty-year-old shut him down would entertain Olivia and let Amalthea practice. She would be great one day, Olivia was sure of it. If she wasn’t she wouldn’t have taken her on as her assistant at all. She thought that the girl had what it took to survive in this Ministry, to make it to where Olivia was sitting one day, if she stuck with it.

Her smile shifted to match Isolde’s when the younger woman realized what it was that Olivia actually wanted to do. She knew that she was in court more than Isolde was at this point, and even so she wasn’t in there nearly enough for her tastes. But she had gotten used to that over the years. She was the big gun. She was the one that you didn’t want to see on the other side of the court room from you, because when Olivia Graves went to court, you were going to lose. She didn’t lose. Olivia never lost her case, because she was that good, and it was the ticket that had kept her where she was through every Minister since Cornelius Fudge. She had kept her job in this department for over twenty years, and she had risen through the ranks of the department, because there was no denying that she was the best. “Of course, after you.” She adjusted her hold on her files, making sure that they were still positioned to obscure her bump as much as possible as they moved through the halls. “Other than dealing with the Americans, how have you been, Is?”

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[attr="class","reasonsmallisolde"]I ain't here to do anything half-way Don't give a damn what anyone might say I just wanna free fall for a while

[attr="class","reasonbodisolde"]“Blasted Americans. Tell Amy she can have them if she’s up to the challenge; I’ve got cases up to my ears,” she hadn't worked this hard since she’d been fresh out of Lufkin, trying to find her way as a struggling paralegal. Liv understood – Law was a tedious pathway.

Isolde paused for a moment, weighing the gravity of her question. How had she been? In truth, she had seen better days. She was working long hours – even longer than those that she used to pull during the beginning of her daughter’s life and her first few years at Lufkin. She was hardly sleeping; every time she lay her head down, there was something that pulled at her. Sometimes it was the plight of the muggle-borns…sometimes it was how they were going to deal with the protestors that had started outside of Pyxis.

She was asking after her personal life.

It was strange for Isolde – still so strange to be here at the Ministry. She had spent so many years cultivating Cavanaugh and Slagle that not being there full-time made her feel as if she was going to miss something important. But her career had taken off over the past few years. She was now the Assistant Dean of Lufkin University and the owner of a Quidditch team. She was one of the Advisers to the Minister of Magic. She was well-known throughout the magical community. There was no reason for her to have a fear of missing out…especially when her office was in such capable hands. Audrey Shacklebolt alone could run the firm, Isolde thought with a smile.

Still, her firm had been one of the first things that was hers. A testament to years of hard work and perseverance.

There was one other thing in this world that she was similarly proud of. Her daughter. Izzy was her pride and joy – her namesake. A child born with no father for the man who was supposed to be her father had decided his pureblood duty decreed him run away with a woman that he didn’t love. So, Isolde had been left alone with the prospect of a child growing in her womb. At first, she had been so overwhelmed, but when she had finally righted herself to the idea, she grew proud of what she was about to do.

That pride only swelled once Izzy was born. She was truly a gift – smart, resourceful, constantly challenging her mother and pushing Isolde’s perspectives on life, love, and happiness, her daughter was always someone that she would be proud of.

It was strange to think how similarly she had fallen into her mother’s footfalls, though. For as much as Isolde had tried to show her the path – Izzy had wanted to step into her mother’s footsteps…even if that meant having a child at her young age. Of course, Isolde had been much younger, but the scenario was much the same. A young girl gets pregnant and the man is…a player. What then? Isolde hoped her daughter would take it all in stride, much as she had. But she very much doubted that Lincoln Orville would stick around to play the dutiful role of father. She’d read his file.

As Isolde gathered up her things and walked down the hallway side-by-side with Liv, she found herself smiling. Because despite it all, she knew that this child was a blessing…even if it meant that she would be called grandmother. “Izzy’s pregnant,” she gushed, suddenly feeling like she could be herself. After all, she and Liv were friends, weren’t they? “Can you believe it? I hardly can myself. It seems like just yesterday I was bringing her home from the hospital and now she’s…having her own little one.”

Isolde looked sideways at her friend. Liv had children, though none of them were old enough to have children yet, she supposed.

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wild at heart

That rebel moon is shinin'

Those stars burn like diamonds

There wasn’t much that she thought could annoy her faster than something that the American’s didn’t understand. “I’m sure that she’s up for it. She’s twenty and knows our laws better than a trained American lawyer could.” They were imbeciles, the majority of them, and she knew that she needed to reign in her opinions, but she couldn’t help it. She was a little more opinionated than normal lately. And the fact that her bump was no longer easy to hide had managed to make her even more irritable today. Which wasn’t really anyone’s fault. But the fact that she had a baby bump and she still hadn’t told, well, nearly anyone, that she was pregnant, was a bit of a problem.

When she was sure that she could tell people with a smile, and she wasn’t going to have to deal with any questions that she didn’t want to worry about, she would tell them more and more frequently. Or when they started to realize that she was hiding something. That she was carrying a lot of file folders right around her middle. That was when she thought that she would tell the masses. But she thought that there were a handful of people that deserved to know before that. Their family already knew. Nate knew. But Isolde and Meredith were on the list of people that Olivia wanted to tell herself.

Still, it wasn’t her that they were talking about right now. She had come up here to spring Is from her office and go down and work in the courtrooms. They didn’t do that nearly often enough, given their training, and who they were in this place. They had every right to sit in the back of the courts and work quietly, but she knew that neither one of them did. It was something that they did together. And it was just as much about spending the time together, as it was about the location. The location just made them a little more inclined to work as well as simply gossip.

Reaching up to press the button on the lift she looked over at Isolde’s surprising revelation. “Izzy’s pregnant?” Perhaps she shouldn’t have been entirely surprised, but the way that Is had always spoken of her daughter in the past, she had gotten the impression that Izzy Cavanaugh was most certainly not the kind of girl that accidentally got pregnant out of a marriage.

She didn’t quite know what to say to that, but she thought that an astonished answer probably wasn’t the best thing to say to the grandmother to be… Merlin… Is was going to be a grandmother, and Olivia was having another baby in December… That was, well, obviously possible. But Rowena help them. “I don’t think I can. I remember when she was this little thing following you around everywhere. She was adorable. But having one of her own…” Olivia didn’t even want to think about Cal being old enough to have kids. Though she knew that technically he was. Her son was eighteen, and he was an adult. But she trusted that they were going to put school first. That they weren’t going to do anything foolish.

It still seemed impossible to her though. “I… I didn’t really realize she was that serious about this guy.” Is had mentioned that she had been dating the same guy for a couple of months, but a couple of months was a couple of months too fast if anyone asked her opinion on the matter.

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wild at heart

[attr="class","reasonsmallisolde"]I ain't here to do anything half-way Don't give a damn what anyone might say I just wanna free fall for a while

[attr="class","reasonbodisolde"]Her daughter was everything to her. Isolde’s pride and joy — the very thing that had made her push herself to her limits to succeed. She’d wanted to be a brilliant role model for her daughter and prove to her that no matter what happened, she could rise above and beat it all. And Isolde had. She was an Adviser to the Minister, the Assistant Dean of Lufkin, an accomplished Lawyer with her own firm, the owner of a bloody Quidditch Team. She had done it all with no man by her side because she didn’t need a man. What she needed was strong will and the ability to argue with just about anyone. If only Izzy had inherited that trait from her instead of her father’s flirtatious attitude.

“Link?” Isolde resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Her daughter’s choice of boyfriend was far from what she would have picked. Isolde had always thought very highly of her daughter and from what she had read about Lincoln Orville in the Daily Prophet Archives, he was far from the poster child of good intentions. He’d been seen with his fair share of women over the years. Dated Zoë Armstrong for a while. Made a name for himself drinking and partying in the Quidditch circles and spending an abhorrent amount of money of art. Not exactly that practical analyst that she had always imagined for her daughter.

She’d always imagined her with someone more like Atticus, her ex-husband. He had been kind and analytical. As a lawyer, he was able to keep up with Isolde. He was kind and even let Izzy adopt his last name when they were married. He was good — not like this…Link.

That boy was bad news. But Isolde knew better than to try and sway her daughter’s opinions on the matter. No, she had to let Izzy come to those conclusions on her own. She had to let her fail — if that was the case — or succeed…which seemed even more unlikely.

“Apparently more serious than she let on. I didn’t even known they were…” She didn’t want to say the word out loud. It wasn’t taboo — Isolde knew how babies came about. But thinking about her own daughter and that tramp of a boyfriend that she was toting around made her sick to her stomach.

A grandmother. How had this happened. As the lift clicked into the right floor and dinged, the doors opened and Isolde walked confidently forward, trying to mask the insecurities that came along with being a grandmother. She wasn’t supposed to be a grandmother this young, was she? Merlin’s Beard, she was not even fifty. There was still time for her to have more kids…if she hadn’t experienced the hysterectomy after giving birth to Izzy.

“I just had no idea,” she managed, using her hand to hold the lift as Olivia exited as well. There were in for a tumultuous next few months, but Isolde would be there every step of the way for her daughter. Because despite the fact that she didn’t approve of her choice of boyfriend, she knew how difficult it was to give birth to a child. She knew how hard it was sometimes to be a mother. “I guess this means we’ll have playdates in our future, doesn’t it?” She laughed, slightly, though there was a bit of uneasiness behind it all.

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WILD AT HEART

THAT REBEL MOON IS SHININ'

THOSE STARS BURN LIKE DIAMONDS

Knowing everything that Isolde had done to get where she was, Olivia was proud to call her her friend. There were days when she was pretty sure that she was her best friend. Of course, her best friend tended to vary on who she was talking to at the time, but she thought that right now, it might be Isolde. She was the one that she could relate to. She was the one that felt like she understood, and Olivia was sure that she had been through hell and back a time or two. She liked friends like that. Friends that were worldly, and had battle tested.

That made her sound like a crazy person, and she knew that, but at the same time, those were just the kinds of people that she needed in her life. They were the kinds of people that Olivia thought that she could relate to. The ones that had loved, and lost, and the ones that didn’t know what it was like to have a normal life.

All in all, she knew that her life was pretty easy. She knew that she had it all. She had Beckett, and she had the kids, and everything else was secondary. Losing her best friend, because Aurora had been her best friend, was something that she still felt, but it wasn’t the end of the world. It couldn’t be. And yes, she thought that it was partially why she was pregnant. She thought that part of the reason that she had so desperately wanted to have this baby, was to try and make herself feel whole again, but she couldn’t tell anyone that. She couldn’t even bring herself to tell Beckett that…

And maybe that would have helped him. Maybe if he heard it like that, he would have understood at least why. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She couldn’t bring herself to make it so. And now she was just stuck in this holding pattern…

Today though, she could do something different. Today she could spend time with Isolde. “Link… Right. What kind of name is Link?” She knew that her own sons had rather strange names when it came down to it. But they were strong names, proper names. Callahan and Anderson were good names. They were names that fit with Beckett, and Langdon, and Archibald. They were names that fit with Clarence and Reginald. They were names that fit their family. But Link? What kind of name was Link?

“Ah.” She nodded and let the sentence hang for a second, “Having sex?” She raised one eyebrow at the other witch with a knowing smirk. Because they were painfully aware of how babies were made, but Olivia had known Izzy for years now, and she could admit that she was shocked by all of this. It didn’t seem like her. It certainly didn’t seem like Is. And for as long as she could remember she had thought that Izzy was just an extension of her mother. Their daughters had always seemed to have that in common, despite the age difference.

Following her friend out of the lift she headed for the courtroom that was in session today. They would sit quietly and observe. She was the Head of the Justice Department, and Isolde was Adviser to the Minister and one of the top attorneys in the country. No one would question their presence. When she spoke again though Olivia’s blue eyes shifted to meet the younger witch’s and she smiled before she moved the file folders that she had been carrying in front of her and looked down at the bump that was getting harder to hide by the day, “You can see it now, huh?” Actually, telling people she was pregnant seemed tedious, she preferred it like this, people just noticing as they went along. For the fourth one, it seemed the more natural way to go about it.

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