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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 16:27:11 GMT -5

WE'LL BE A DREAM
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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.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 20:36:32 GMT -5

His mother’s house was usually a bleak thing. It had once been a warm and loving home when he was younger, his parents had been married and he had had everything that he could have wanted in a family. It was great. As he got older though, the family had fallen apart and it had just been awkward. He wished that she would move, but the house had been bought by his grandfather before he was born. As the grandson of a Crabbe well… it made things a little difficult to maneuver for her, so he tried to understand. Perhaps he would move there one day, perhaps he would be able to live there with a wife and have babies, raise a family.

It was all depressing, and he needed a pick me up. His head still hurt from the night before and he really didn’t want a hair of the dog, and he really didn’t need to hear it from her too. He pushed his hair (which needed a washing) out of his face and then sighed as he walked into the familiar parlor. He didn’t need anything too much, just a few scoops or maybe a pint or something. He looked around and saw that most of the tables were taken so he was planning on going home when a familiar face caught his eye.

”Thomas? Dean Thomas, right?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2018 22:53:55 GMT -5

His work kept him close to him and that was something that he would always appreciate. It left him more time for his family, more time for his daughter, and that mattered to him. It didn’t bother him in the slightest that he was practically a stay-at-home dad, because he thought that it was probably the best job that there was anyhow. Spending more time with his daughter would absolutely never be a bad thing. Today, that meant that he got the chance to go after his daughter and his wife’s favorite ice creams. It was a little bit out of the way, but he didn’t mind it. It wasn’t all that much work for him to just head out there really quickly to get what they wanted. It would be a nice surprise, and he hoped that they’d like it. He thought that he could use the distraction, and he thought that Gabs felt the same way. It was nice to focus on the good sometimes. Merlin knew that there was more than enough bad.

It was something that he was trying to help when he could. He wanted to make sure that his family was safe. Luckily for him, they were mostly in the Muggle world. That meant that they were shielded by a lot of the politics that kept going back and forth over the years. They weren’t in all that much danger. That was a relief. But it hadn’t protected Sarai. His half-sister was his only sibling that also had magic. He had been so happy when it had happened, so glad that he had someone in his family that could experience all of this with him, that could be a part of this… back then, he hadn’t even wanted to worry that she would ever be in danger because of it. He had wanted to think that she was going to be safe. But then this had happened. She was trapped right in that housing, right in that life, and he didn’t want that for her. Being on the run would be no better--just as dangerous, more so in some ways, but neither situation was ideal.

Dean wanted to do everything that he could to help her, and it was why he had joined the Order. Most of his friends were already in the organization, so it only made sense that he joined alongside them. If it meant that he could help his sister, then he was ready to do whatever it took. He didn’t just want to help Sarai--he wanted to help all of them, but his focus was going to be on his sister first and foremost. He needed to know that she was okay--their mum needed to know, their dad did… he couldn’t let them down. He was supposed to protect her. But until they figured out what they were going to do, he was just going to have to wait. Today, the best way of distracting himself was with ice cream. He would be able to be in and out, once he picked the flavor he wanted. There were a lot of options to choose from. He heard a voice saying his name, though, and that pulled his attention away from the flavors. “That’d be me. Do I know you?” He looked familiar, but in a way that was just a little bit difficult for him to place.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2018 7:00:41 GMT -5

His mother had summoned him, which was scary because she never did that. He had been worried for a moment that something had happened to his Uncle. Which would make him the Lord since Holden and Jacob were just a few months old. However, after seeing his ‘Aunt’ out in town, he knew that was not the case. So he had gone there and he had had a long conversation with his mother about working with Fenix and Van. He hadn’t expected her to be so opinionated about the state of the band. Not that things were bad by any means. He just hadn’t expected her to summon him to her home for this. Usually she would just berate him while in the studio or his flat. It wasn’t like that was anything new. Hell half the time she was sleeping there anyway, ushering the women that he had sleep over (or that Van left there) away.

After their long discussion paperwork had been brought up for him to sign to change his name. It would take a little while before he was able to do it but he was a Crabbe. It might help with the band too, because of familial connections and all that. He and the band had been talking to the record label about another tour, a smaller one this time but he wasn’t sure when it would start. Probably around Christmas or the New Year. They had to finish the album first though. Which meant that they had to get their new drummer Genisis used to their songs and finish new material.

He smiled at the older man and held out his hand. ”I’m Tiberius Crabbe. Some know me as Duke because of my father. I’m the lead singer of Weird Sisters II. “ It was funny that he would run into the man, seeing as their families had been on opposite sides of the war, but he liked to state quite frequently that he was not his family. He was making his own path and his own decisions in his life, and he was not really interested in what other people thought of him in the interim. You work the WWN, don’t you ?”