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[attr="class","cbody"]Tonight was a night for celebrating.
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She couldn’t actually believe that it had happened. In fact, she’d go so far as to say that she thought there was a tiny chance that she was actually in shock. Or dreaming. Dreaming seemed the more likely of the two. After two years of some of the worst torment imaginable, the Muggleborn Registration was… done. It was over. She was at a loss for words. It didn’t even seem like it should be possible.
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Nora had known that it was a good sign that the International Confederation of Wizards had stepped in. She had thought that might help them make some headway or something. But she had also thought that they were mostly there because of the actual state of emergency. For the epidemic. That was why they had come, in her mind. The registration had been in place for two years. Muggleborns had been hunted down and captured or killed—she still saw that flash of green light when she closed her eyes some night. Where had been the outrage then? Where had been the help then? None had come. So when the ICW had finally shown up, in her mind it was certainly for the epidemic. Which was fair, of course. Finding a cure was extremely important.
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There were so many people in their world that were without magic, that did not deserve to deal with such a thing. So many people that had brilliant minds that they longed to use but, in some ways, were just unable to without the use of magic. Then there were people who used their magic to torture and kill—well, Nora found it a little harder to be upset that they were without magic. She could only be so nice, after all. But she also knew that violent people would find ways to hurt people even without magic. Proof of that had still happened every day, had still been experienced by her firsthand when she had run into Lucius Malfoy months back. Bad people were bad people, with or without magic. It did not change the fact that there were good people that deserved their magic back.
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She had just figured that was the ICW’s top priority, so an announcement today that the registration was coming to an end? That it was over? It was not something that she could have predicted in a hundred years. When she had first caught wind of an announcement, she had been certain it was about a cure—good news… great news, even, and likely the news that a lot of other people were hoping for instead. Maybe a part of her would have preferred that news. It might have been a little martyrish of a thing to think. But there were people that she cared greatly for that were miserable without magic. She was technically safe, with a wand and meaningful work. She could have waited longer for news of the registration coming to an end if it meant that a cure had been found.
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But obviously, that had not happened, and this was still good news. It had meant celebrating. The right person to call up for that was Alistair. She knew that. But there had been hours of work to do at Desiderium first. At first, she had only meant to check in and stay for an hour at most. But for anyone that knew her, working for an hour was just not possible for her. Hours faded into one another until a glance at her watch revealed that it was past midnight. Just a little past, but still late.
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Maybe too late for celebrating, but she had figured that a quick apparition over to the Hog’s Head would take two seconds. If Alistair wasn’t working, then she would just go home and save the celebrating for another time. If he was there, then they could have a few drinks and she would be on her way.
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Sure enough, when she pulled opened the door to the pub, the Dumbledore that she was looking for was behind the bar. “Alistair,” she said with a smile. “I’m going to need a drink.” Two celebratory drinks at most.
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[attr="class","reasonbodannabella"]It was a busy night - lots of celebrating was happening everywhere and Alistair knew why. He wasn't keen on keeping up with current events, not when he had so many other things taking up time in his life, but he would have had to live under a rock to miss the announcements that had been posted everywhere today. The Muggleborns restrictions were over - they were free to return to their regularly scheduled lives...whatever that meant.

Perhaps he had been too preoccupied with his own life to really grasp the gravity of the political atmosphere of the Wizarding World, but Alistair could help but wonder if it was all a game they were playing. Release a virus into the world, obliterate the number of magic users, and what then? Some of those users were muggle born...they needed them. Perhaps the whole thing was less about political motive and more about magical convenience. Then again, who was he to speculate? Al had no intention of ever venturing into the political circuits. They were much too polarizing for his liking. Conspiracy theories and alchemical experiments probably had no place at the Ministry of Magic, anyway.

He slid another few beers across the bar, ensuring that the muggleborns that were celebrating were well taken care of. Although he was skeptical of the whole thing, he knew that the regulation lifting would turn a pretty profit for the Hog's Head. Perhaps it was best that he was the one working tonight. Apolline would undoubtedly scare the rest of the customers away.

The jingle of a bell alerted Al that someone else had entered the bar. Briefly, he looked up, scanning the number of seats and tables that he still had left. They were far from capacity, but it wouldn't be long before they reached it if the crowd kept up like this.

"Nora," Alistair said, living his gaze to the woman who had entered the bar when he heard her speak. He didn't need to see her to know who it was - he'd recognize that voice anywhere. There was something melodic about it and...tonight, it seemed there was something lighter. It was as if someone had seen her for what she was - a fallen angel - and returned her wings. She was glowing.

Or perhaps it was just the light pollution from the streetlamp that they'd just installed outside the bar. Merlin's Beard, Al thought as he rolled his eyes.

He was pouring a pint as she approached. Al began to slide it across the bar to her when he stopped. She was here to celebrate, too.

He sometimes forgot that Nora was a muggleborn. She had one of the brightest minds that he had ever probed and she was still in possession of her magic. She wasn't a second class citizen, as some believed, and Al had never treated her as such. Still, he knew the world had not been as kind.

A firewhiskey, he thought, pulling two shot glasses and filling them both to the brim. "To trading in the scullery outfit for a business suit and safety goggles," his lips curved into a smile as he raised his shot to hers and downed it. "Congratulations."

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[attr="class","cbody"]She had wanted to think that the tides would eventually turn. That the world would right itself again, and that everything would go back to the way that it could be. But she did not think there was much of a reason in being overly optimistic. She could believe all she wanted that the registration would come to an end, but that didn’t mean that it would. Already, it had lasted long than the last Death Eater occupation had, the one that had her fleeing Hogwarts with her aunt, uncle, and cousin. That had been hard on her, especially since she had been so young, but it had been just about a year before it was entirely over, and she was back with her parents, and then back at Hogwarts where she was meant to be.
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This time around, the purist regime had kept power firmly in their hands. It had been almost three years since Death Eaters had taken over the Ministry, and two since the start of the registration, since the start of her work for the Parkinsons. They had been the slowest two years of her life, and she had seen no reason to naively hope that the end was in sight. That would only lead to disappointment, and she hadn’t thought that she’d needed any more of that.
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From the moment that the International Confederation of Wizards had arrived, though, there had been reason for hope. Reason to think that something good was going to happen. She knew that their focus was likely more on the epidemic than the state of affairs first and foremost, but they had been working on all fronts. Nora hadn’t known what one they would achieve first—the end to the registration, or the end of the epidemic.
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It might have seemed self-sacrificing, but a part of her had hoped they would find a cure first. There were so many people that she cared about that had lost a part of themselves when they had lost their magic. She wanted them to have that back. She didn’t like to see the people that she cared about suffering, and there were certainly a fair few that didn’t seem to be entirely themselves without their magic. She might not have liked servitude, she might have hated her uniform, hated calling purists milord and milady, hated the roaming eyes of the Parkinson guests that sometimes made her skin crawl, but she was okay. She had a wand and a job thanks to Draco, and she could live this life a bit longer if it meant that a cure was found. She could survive it. She had survived this long, she could have kept going a while longer.
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But it hadn’t worked out that way. It was the end of the registration that had come first, and she knew that it was wrong of her to want to be celebrating with Draco. That he was the first person that she had wanted to see, to talk to. Working for him had stirred up all of the feelings for him that she had told herself she didn’t have anymore. It had brought everything back up to the surface and working for him while loving him was decidedly complicated. But she thought that it would be made easier if she continued to remind herself that they were just friends. The feelings that she had, it was just from their complicated history. It wasn’t as if they had ever gotten good closure. That was all that it was. Right?
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Regardless, it was not Draco who she could celebrate with tonight. He had come into her office at Desiderium before he’d had to head out for his birthday plans, and she had worked a while longer before deciding that a trip to the Hog’s Head was certainly in order. Alistair would celebrate with her. Of course, he would. Nora watched him pour two shot glasses as she leaned against the bar, an amused smile forming on her full lips at his words. “Now I just need to burn the uniform,” she teased, before picking up the shot glass and knocking it back. Wincing at the burn of the whiskey down her throat, she shook her head. “I think a beer is in order now,” Nora added. She never did get used to the burn of firewhiskey.
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