Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 16:27:11 GMT -5
WE'LL BE A DREAM
OUTFIT | OPEN
Dean enjoyed both of his jobs but they did not keep him all that busy. For the most part, that was a good thing. He liked that he got to be home with Simone a lot. He was more of a stay-at-home dad than anything else. The radio station only really needed him during his segments and he either had two or three a week, depending on if it was his weekend. The league season kept him busy with matches, but they were only on Saturday. He liked having that amount of free time to spend with his family and his friends. But recently, having a lot of free time had also meant that he had too much time to think. That wasn’t always good for him, given what was going on in their world. After the last war, after being on the run back then, Dean had thought that it was truly over. He hadn’t thought it was something that they were going to have to deal with again. When he had researched and tried to figure out who his father had been, it was just curiosity.
It hadn’t been preparing for something like this again. It hadn’t been so that he would have proof next time the Death Eaters took control of the Ministry. It had just been because he had gone his whole life not knowing who his biological father was. His stepfather was his dad, he was the only father figure that he had ever known, but he still wanted to know who his father was and he had looked into it for months after graduation because he had just wanted to know. He had never thought that he would have to have that information to save himself from a registration. That wasn’t something that he had thought they would have to deal with again. And he was glad that he was safe, truly. He didn’t know what he would do if he’d had to leave his family to go on the run again. He couldn’t subject Gabs or Simone to a life like that one. Leaving them behind would be the only way that he could keep them safe. Maybe they could have stayed with Fleur at Shell Cottage--he didn’t know.
He didn’t like to think about It. He didn’t have to this time around, and that was good. But it wasn’t good. None of this was good. In general, he didn’t want their world to be like this. He wanted them to live in a world that he actually wanted his daughter to grow up in. He didn’t want a world like this one, where Muggleborns were on the run because of Death Eaters--or a world where Death Eaters were stuffed into a camp where they tried to work them to death. Neither extreme had been ideal in this situation but admittedly, the latter was the one he’d choose… if there needed to be a choice. He just didn’t want there to be. He wanted them to get their shit together, to figure out how to all live together. It shouldn’t be that hard to do, but it was. It had proven to be, time and time again, and now… all he wanted was to make sure that his sister was safe.
All of his half siblings were Muggles… all of them but one. He had been excited when Sarai had shown signs of magic. He hadn’t thought that she would ever have to deal with something like this. But she had. He had joined the Order to try to do something to help but as of this point, they hadn’t been able to stop it. Now that Andromeda was in charge of the Ministry, he didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to think about that at all, so when he could… he did try to find ways to get his mind off of it. Today, that had brought him to Perth--and to a particular shop that had both his daughter and his wife’s favorite kind of ice cream. That alone was enough to merit a trip. He could surprise them with a pint or two of their favorite flavor. Dean didn’t have to guess at that, because he knew their favorite; but since he was there, he figured he might as well get one for himself too. So he paused to stare at the offerings to see what flavor caught his eye. There were honestly too many choices to decide all that quickly.
It hadn’t been preparing for something like this again. It hadn’t been so that he would have proof next time the Death Eaters took control of the Ministry. It had just been because he had gone his whole life not knowing who his biological father was. His stepfather was his dad, he was the only father figure that he had ever known, but he still wanted to know who his father was and he had looked into it for months after graduation because he had just wanted to know. He had never thought that he would have to have that information to save himself from a registration. That wasn’t something that he had thought they would have to deal with again. And he was glad that he was safe, truly. He didn’t know what he would do if he’d had to leave his family to go on the run again. He couldn’t subject Gabs or Simone to a life like that one. Leaving them behind would be the only way that he could keep them safe. Maybe they could have stayed with Fleur at Shell Cottage--he didn’t know.
He didn’t like to think about It. He didn’t have to this time around, and that was good. But it wasn’t good. None of this was good. In general, he didn’t want their world to be like this. He wanted them to live in a world that he actually wanted his daughter to grow up in. He didn’t want a world like this one, where Muggleborns were on the run because of Death Eaters--or a world where Death Eaters were stuffed into a camp where they tried to work them to death. Neither extreme had been ideal in this situation but admittedly, the latter was the one he’d choose… if there needed to be a choice. He just didn’t want there to be. He wanted them to get their shit together, to figure out how to all live together. It shouldn’t be that hard to do, but it was. It had proven to be, time and time again, and now… all he wanted was to make sure that his sister was safe.
All of his half siblings were Muggles… all of them but one. He had been excited when Sarai had shown signs of magic. He hadn’t thought that she would ever have to deal with something like this. But she had. He had joined the Order to try to do something to help but as of this point, they hadn’t been able to stop it. Now that Andromeda was in charge of the Ministry, he didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to think about that at all, so when he could… he did try to find ways to get his mind off of it. Today, that had brought him to Perth--and to a particular shop that had both his daughter and his wife’s favorite kind of ice cream. That alone was enough to merit a trip. He could surprise them with a pint or two of their favorite flavor. Dean didn’t have to guess at that, because he knew their favorite; but since he was there, he figured he might as well get one for himself too. So he paused to stare at the offerings to see what flavor caught his eye. There were honestly too many choices to decide all that quickly.