#( location. the prewett estate )

[ted-tonks]

Date: June 25th, 1984, approx. 3:30 am  Location: The Prewett Estate, Infirmary @asphodelroot

Things had been mostly quiet in the infirmary during Ted’s shift. With most of the patients gone and the ones left moving between sleep and awake, the biggest hurdle was making sure Rosier didn’t drop dead from exhaustion and that Snape took a break. So far, both things seemed to be going successfully as Rosier hadn’t really left Selwyn’s side much except to generally check on Lily every now and again - and Severus, at the current moment, was no where to be found at all.

The next time Lily woke up, Ted moved quickly to her bedside before Rosier could. Ted thought that Evan might actually be sleeping with his head on Theodosia’s cot - or, at least, he was hoping. Ted stood by Lily’s bedside, looking down at her, and half-closed the curtains around them so Evan didn’t suddenly pop up and race over here.

Ted gave Lily a soft smile in greeting and then raised his wand. “I have orders,” he said gently, holding out a vial of potion. “Drink.” A soft command. He sat in the chair next to her bed. “And then I’m supposed to ask you some questions. Your name, birthdate, and what you remember.” 

[ofemmevance]

Location: The Prewett Estate Parlor   Date: June 20th, 1984 Open to all

Emmeline had been silent in the meeting as she had absorbed it all. It had been the longest meeting that she could remember in quite some time, and her head was frankly spinning from all of the information and the rising anxiety that she had felt as Alastor and Hestia continued to go over the strategy. It hadn’t been a surprise that she would stay back with Evan as a healer, it was what she preferred. But they were throwing James and Gideon into the field and that thought made her stomach lurch. Especially because James was going to be with Peter. She couldn’t get James’s words out of her head, that they had had a fight and that Peter was trying to make things about him. Missions were a part of their job, she knew that, but she hadn’t felt this anxious and nervous in a long while.

But she didn’t want to tell James or Gideon about her worries. The last thing that they needed was to think about her when they were days away from a mission. Emme knew Evan well enough to know that he would want them to take stock of what was in the healing room, but she wasn’t quite sure that she was up to the task just yet. Maybe if she didn’t sleep she would come back early and try to get a head start. But for now she found herself in the kitchen, absently staring at the cabinets. There was too much going on in her brain to make sense of any of it.

Emme was startled from her thoughts when she heard a noise behind her, and she whipped around. “H-how long were you there?” 

[dirkcresswcll]

Date: June 24th, 1984, after returning from Whitshire Location: The Prewett Estate @edgeofnicky​

​Dirk’s face was covered in soot that the smoke had left over. If it had been red, it would’ve been reminiscent of being in this same estate covered in Benjy Fenwick’s blood. Then, he’d been sitting on the blood chair in the Entry Room - now, it was in the corner of the infirmary on an uncomfortable wooden thing that had been clearly thrown in last minute after everything went to shit.

He couldn’t stop coughing as he leaned forward with his head dipped, closing his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. They’d done it - they’d stopped the Fiendfyre and kept the family safe - but now his bones ached with exhaustion. There was something different about this feeling than just being tired on any other day. As though his magical energy had been drained from him today.

The burn on his arm stung painfully, but the smoke in his lungs and the dryness in his now-red eyes and the pure debilitating fatigue outweighed that. He looked up when someone came over to him, bending down at his level, and he wanted to see Emmeline, who he’d noticed was frantically working when he’d staggered in. But it was - Nicky!

Dirk threw his arms around her in a hug when he saw her and smiled tiredly at her when he pulled back before he started coughing again. “Are you - hurt?” he said, his voice weak through his raspy tone.

[adarkershadeofalice]

Trowbridge Planning Session

LOCATION: Prewett House DATE: June 21, 1984 @emmaofvanity & @dogstxrsirius & @mfletcher

Alice turned the knob and pushed the door open one-handed because the fingers of her other hand were currently locked around the ear of one Mister Mundungus Fletcher, pulling him down the hallway in her wake like an errant child. Alice flashed a perky smile at the sight of the room’s current occupants turning to face her and her reluctant cargo.

“You’re here already, splendid! Sorry I’m a bit late. Someone was a little bit reluctant about showing-up for the team-meeting. Thought it would be fun to play silly buggers for a bit,” she explained to Sirius and Emma, pulling Fletcher forward and releasing him towards the middle of the room like she was making a longshot with a Quaffle. “Now that I think we all understand the direness of the situation, though, I’m sure we’ll all be quite keen to shape-up and do our best, won’t we?” Alice raised her eyebrows at Fletcher, a silent order to cooperate now.

Alice walked briskly to the table by the window -- the largest object in the small study, although the empty spot on the wall where an enormous portrait had once hung struggled to seem larger by the weight of its absence -- and let her satchel drop onto the scuffed old wood with a weighty thump. She pulled out sheafs of parchment and even a few garishly-colored Muggle map-pamphlets (why they folded their maps like that instead of rolling them like sensible people Alice would never understand, although admittedly it did make it easier to carry them around since one could just chuck them in a bag without taking the time to put them in scroll-cases to keep them from being crushed), tossing them onto the table as she talked.

“Our target, one Sydney Burns, age eleven, is located at a farm about twenty miles outside of Trowbridge, the county seat of Wiltshire. Emma, I believe you’re familiar with the general area. Have you ever been to Trowbridge, or the surrounding lands?”

[dogstxrsirius]

Location: Prewett Estate Date: June 23, 1984 With: @pspettigrew

Sirius had heard James’ side of the story the night before, and that’d been enough for him to make up his mind. Peter was being a fucking asshole, and, as seemed to be the new normal, thought he knew better than James when it came to a lot of things. It was all going to his head, his newfound leadership role in the Order, Sirius thought, and he needed to knock his old friend down a few pegs. At the very least, he felt the need to stand up for James, to make sure Peter knew that, no matter who he thought he was now, James would always be his number one. Nothing could ever change that.

He knew the York team was meeting to discuss plans, and part of Sirius hoped that Peter had said something - anything - else to James, just to give him more ammunition. But he would hear about the meeting later, he was sure, and so he only had the fight to work with, and the months of pent-up, increasing frustration with his friend to pull from. But, that was enough for Sirius, who was already waiting by the time Peter arrived back at the Estate.

Sirius offered a tight, humorless smile as he turned to greet Peter with a loud, too friendly, “Wormtail, my friend!” He crossed the room, slowly, arms spread to pull Peter into a quick, too tight hug. “We should talk, yeah?” Stepping back, Sirius huffed, and nodded towards the little seating area off of the main room. “Got a minute? Of course you do. C’mon, let’s have a chat.”

[wila-travers]

Location: Prewett Estate Date: June 25th, 1984, after the debrief @franklylongsuffered​

Wila was exhausted. It had been a long day, and she had popped back to her flat after the healers had looked her over and made sure that she was okay. It had felt good to shower, eat something, and change into clothes that weren’t covered in blood before she had returned for the debrief. Even though everything had gone so completely wrong, she was proud of her team for doing their best and for saving as many muggles as they could. It had been a surprise to hear that Edgar was hurt more then she had thought, so she was glad that she had sent him back to headquarters when she did. She was worried about Evans, but they had insisted that she would make a full recovery. It felt good to be recognized by the higher ups. She was doing good work and it was about time that they recognized that. 

It had certainly been a surprise to see Frank Longbottom at the estate after the mission. She had been under the impression that he was still in Mungo’s. But clearly something had changed while they had been in London dealing with the explosion. Wila wouldn’t say that she was glad that misfortune had befallen him, but it had certainly allowed her to step up and show everyone what she had already known.

When the meeting was over and people started to filter out, she called out “Longbottom!” and watched as Frank turned to face her. She made her way over to him. “I’m glad to see you out of St. Mungo’s. Feeling alright?”

[perniciouspotter]

Date: June 24th, 1984, just after leaving the Entry Room Location: The Prewett Estate, infirmary  @wrongdeor & @healerrosier

James moved quickly from his argument - possible argument? - with Jones down the corridor to the infirmary. Lily, fuck, Lily. She could be dead. She could be dying. He couldn’t fucking believe that he’d let her end them when he knew it might end up like this between them and they’d be left with nothing but tainted memories. He could’ve had four more months with her. Damn it, Lily.

He was angry and tired and so, so fucking terrified. But he was also keeping his cool, Hestia’s words about how blowing up wouldn’t help him - how Evan wouldn’t let him stay - ringing through his ears. And, by the time he made it to the infirmary, he was almost calm. Almost ready to sit by her bedside and stay out of Rosier’s way.

Until - 

Fucking Severus Snape. As though he was the dragon he’d conjured earlier that morning, James roared with life, a sudden energy renewed in him. Because Snape was standing over Lily’s bedside. Snape was watching her, making sure she had an even rise and fall of her chest. “You!” James snarled, that simmering rage rearing it’s ugly head as he moved over to Severus and yanked on the collar of his shirt, pulling him back, away from Lily. “Get the fuck away from her!”

[reggiecatastrophic]

Location: Prewett Estate, waiting Date: June 24, 1984 Starter: @madeyed-andmoody​

Reggie knew he probably shouldn’t have brought something to work on when the Order had so much to focus on, but right at this moment, that focus was waiting. Some people were glued over the maps, and while that was tempting, Reggie couldn’t just stand there and watch. He had to do something.

He had slipped off to a side room to pull out a project he’d been meaning to start. Arthur Weasley had looked the other way on some items that really shouldn’t have been enchanted in his possession a few weeks back, and all Arthur had asked for in exchange was “something to look out for the family.” Reggie’d had an old family clock sitting in his store room for ages without the motivation to refresh the magic or worry about updating names or locations. Now was that time.

He’d just finished stripping off the old names when he felt a presence in the doorway. Reggie turned around and flushed, fidgeting with his glasses. Of course Alastor Moody of all people would catch him off focus. “Sorry,” he said automatically. “The moment there’s something we’re needed for, I can put this down, but I couldn’t just sit there.”

[elliotofvanity]

Lionhearted Reunion

LOCATION: Prewett Estate DATE: July 1st, 1984 @perniciouspotter​

Elliot’s head was still reeling from the revelation that his older sister was a member of the Order of the Phoenix—that they were both members of the Order, together. Together! His head might have been reeling from some of the drinks he’d consumed last night, too, but he had decided to ignore that possibility in favor of focusing instead on the wonderful shock that was Emma, here.

He had made his excuses to his mother and returned to the old Prewett House as early as possible the next day (which considering the lateness of the previous night, wasn’t what one might call particularly early, but it wasn’t quite afternoon which meant that for being the day after a party, it was quite early indeed). He felt, despite the tired ache in his head, energized. Awake. Ready to do something, learn something, anything.

Only there didn’t appear to be much of anything going on here (at least not anything that he was invited to participate in) and Elliot was too new to the Order to know where else to look, so instead he was puttering around the old house, peering at the cracking wallpaper and the faded curtains and wishing he didn’t feel quite so extraneous. He knew that would change—knew he just needed to be patient—but it was hard to keep that in mind when he was twitching to do something, to prove himself, to help.

When a sudden slamming of a door echoed through the hollow hallways, Elliot was tense enough to not just jump but yelp—quietly, at least, but it was unmistakably a yelp. He followed that with a nervous chuckle at his own skittishness as he dated out into the hall to see what was happening, if there was anything to do...and then he turned around and saw James Potter walking down the hall towards him.

Elliot drew in a breath of—well, not surprise. It hadn’t been a surprise to learn that Potter was in the Order. Honestly it would have been more surprising if he had joined the Order and not found the lot of them here before him. But still, it was a little strange to see Potter again after six years of seeing the bloke nearly every day in Gryffindor Tower, and then six years of basically seeing him no where. It was surreal, especially because Potter had always been such a big presence in Hogwarts that even though they hadn’t been mates or anything, it had still felt like there was a hole there when he graduated—and now here they were in the Order together, as though no time at all had passed...except that it had. There was something about James that looked indefinably older in a way that Elliot had never noticed in his own mirror.

It made him feel even more out-of-place and awkward and he tried to compensate with a too-big smile and a painfully awkward wave and a bracingly cheery, “Hullo, Potter. Long time no see, yeah? How, uh...how’s it been?”

[pspettigrew]

Location: The Prewett Estate - Kitchen Date: June 14th, 1984, evening Who: OPEN

Peter felt like he was still almost riding off a high from the party, although it had been two nights before. Maybe a high wasn’t the right word for it; anxiety, maybe, or some sort of other variation of adrenaline from being as outgoing and talkative as he ever had been. Even the headache the day before, after he’d woken up, hadn’t been enough to deter him; the only thing that had made him falter had been hearing about what else had happened at the party.

Still, today had been going good. He’d gone to work, which also seemed to be going better for him. Old man McCrady had told him that he’d been doing better with the customers, and that he was proud of him. That was a feat in itself, getting the man to say something like that. Peter may have even bounced in joy in the back room after his boss had left, excited at the prospect.

After work, he’d decided to stop at home, and then make his way to the Prewett Estate to see some of the others if they were around, to see if anything needed done or anything like that. He’d grabbed some snacks from home, and found himself sitting in the kitchen at the estate with a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans in hand. It was that though, that had suddenly turned his mood.

One, two, and then three, all different colors, but all the same flavor: Earwax. Peter was seated at the table, a fourth bean in his fingers, squinting and studying it closely, as if he could somehow guess what the flavor was. He heard footsteps, but didn’t look up as whoever it was came into the room, too focused on the item in his hand. However, he spoke.

“How many times in your life do you think you’ve actually gotten an Earwax bean in a box?” He asked curiously, still squinting at the bean, “And how many of them do you think have been different colors?”

[mfletcher]

Location: Prewett Estate Date: June 24th, 1984 - After the return Tagging: @speakablyundone​

Fletch had dealt with traps, gotten his ankle snapped, dealt with Fiendfyre, and gotten singed and burned, and above all else, hurt and scared, though he wouldn’t admit that last part. This mission had been insanity, and he was never so glad at seeing the Prewett Estate and getting to be in a place that he at least knew had no fucking traps anywhere around him. Unless someone decided to be a jerk, of course, but he hoped no one would be that stupid today.

Perhaps he shouldn’t be half laying on the floor, or sniffling the way he was. It wasn’t like he was as hurt as the Evans girl seemed to be, or as bad as Alice was, though he was questioning that because how fucking strong was Longbottom anyway? It must have been bad, he thought. Still, he was hurting, and he didn’t like being hurt. So hex him for sitting there, hiccupping and sniffling as he waited for someone in the goddamn room to pay attention to him.

He looked up as someone approached him, Robyn, he noted, and sniffled again, reaching up to scrub at his face with his hands, then look at her. “You gonna be the one to be kind enough to help bandage me up, or are you gonna walk right by me too and let me sit here, hurting?” He asked rather dramatically then, giving her the saddest eyes he could manage.

[ted-tonks]

Date: June 25th, 1984, 2:10 am Location: The Prewett Estate, Corridor outside the meeting room @drxmedatonks​

Ted stood in front of his wife, one hand holding hers lazily between them. He hadn’t asked her opinion on volunteering to be here all night, but he didn’t think he needed to. She hadn’t asked his for coming into this organization in the first place, after all. And one of those seemed like a bigger deal than the other, though he was fairly certain Andromeda would not feel the same. 

Him being gone tonight meant she wouldn’t see him until late in the evening - he would briefly come home to shower and change before heading to work early and staying late. They would be doing damage control nearly all day and it was doubtful he’d even be at the Ministry. While he doubted Andromeda was actually mad at him over this, his wife’s moods could sometimes be unpredictable, especially when she was in tired and in pain - both of which she was now.

Ted said nothing, just raised his brows in a silent speak your piece. She would get it out. He would kiss her, ask her to give one to Dora for him, and then he would go do his night shift. He was concerned about Lily, which was why he’d volunteered himself in the first place, but he also felt a pang of something towards Theodosia. He might not trust either her or Evan much, but he could recognize love when he saw it and he pitied the man for having to be the one who had intercepted his own partner.

[ofemmevance]

Location: Prewett Estate Date: June 25th, 1984 11 am @edgeofnicky​

Emme had barely slept, but there was work that needed to be done, so she had found herself in the Infirmary. She had agreed to take this shift last night, but she almost wished that she would have taken a later one. But in retrospect, Emme didn’t sleep all that much on a normal night, so she was hoping that maybe when she got home later, she would actually sleep for once. Emme couldn’t stop thinking about Dirk, and about how he hadn’t seemed upset when she kissed him. What did that mean? He had a girlfriend. Why had he kissed her back and why hadn’t he...said something. She thought that Dirk was a nice guy, but now...now she was thoroughly confused.

And what about Nicky? Emme actually liked her, which made this whole thing even worse. She couldn’t believe that she had betrayed her like that. It wasn’t who Emmeline was. She didn’t do things like this. It was all so confusing. And it hurt because she liked Dirk and didn’t want to see him with someone else. But...she was going to have to accept that things were how they were and just...move on.

She had been lost in her thoughts when she heard someone behind her. Turning around, she nearly dropped the potion that she was holding. “Nicky! Hey! Um, are you okay?” 

[adarkershadeofalice]

Battlefield Accessories

LOCATION: Prewett Estate DATE: June 24th 1984 @emmaofvanity​

Alice had to focus on the mission now -- she’d done all she could for Gideon; whether he took her words to heed or not was on his head and, Merlin help them all, that of his team and the kid in his charge -- but there was one bit of personal business she had to take care of first before she could.

Her hand darted out to catch Emma’s arm and pull the other witch out of the flow of the hallway. “Emma...I have a favor to ask you,” Alice said, keeping her voice low. No one was looking their way to listen in; nothing she was saying was anything wrong even if they were. But Alice still kept her voice down, her shoulders turned to shield her hands from the sight of anyone who might pass by. “Don’t take it as a reflection on my confidence in your skills, please,” she said, “because I wouldn’t have pushed to have you assigned to a field team if I didn’t have full confidence in you. I do. Believe that.”

She fixed her eyes on Emma’s face, her own gaze steady and clear, hoping that Emma would be able to see the sincerity and conviction that Alice felt and believe her. “But I would not have picked a mission like this for anyone’s first time in the field if I’d had the luxury of choosing,” she continued. “I should be watching out for you out there today, making sure that you’re all right. Getting your feet under yourself on the battlefield. That’s my job as team lead and my responsibility as your friend. But I have to be -- we all have to be -- focused on this kid instead today. So please. For my sake more than yours, to ease my conscious -- take this.”

Alice pressed the necklace that Reggie had obtained for her into Emma’s palm.

[dogstxrsirius]

Location: Prewett Estate Date: June 27, 1984 With: @asphodelroot

Sirius hadn’t been to Prewett Estate since the meeting had concluded after the mission. It was something of a miracle that everyone had made it out of the mission relatively okay, but it was clear now more than ever before that there was a spy, and Sirius was frustrated. Again, information had been leaked, and they’d almost lost one of their own - his stomach had dropped when he’d heard about Lily’s injuries - nevermind the dozens of injuries sustained by the rest of them. The mission, while ultimately successful, had been a shitshow, and they still were no closer to finding the spy.

But they’d encountered Dark Magic - new magic - that Sirius hadn’t seen before, hexes and enchantments that required quick reactions to stop irreparable damage, the Fiendfyre that acted as though it could think as it had encased the house. The more Sirius thought about it, the more he was convinced that the Death Eaters had the upperhand over them, especially with someone inside their ranks infiltrating the Order. And so, more than ever, he felt the need to act, to do something, because sitting around just wasn’t an option.

Exploring Dark Magic allowed him to do something, even if he hadn’t made much headway on his own in the months since James had returned. His time had been occupied, of course, by having his person alive and back, and thus his venture into Dark Magic had taken a backseat to James. But the thought was ever-present, as working at the Flaming Dragon allowed him access to characters and the information and stories they would unwittingly share after having a drink too many. Sirius was learning, expanding his horizons into new types of magic, and practicing his spell-work on his own when not with James.

But that was the problem, was that he was nearly always with James, and in his friend’s return had come sides being chosen and lines being drawn in the sand, and one casualty had been his and Lily’s friendship. In breaking up with James, she had broken up with Sirius - always a package deal - and Sirius was upset with her. So, he did the most mature thing he knew how to do: essentially cut her out.

He didn’t anticipate missing her quite so much, nor did he anticipate her nearly getting killed on the mission. And it was that that had pushed him to writing a quick note - “Prewett Estate, the old room. Wednesday at 6. Be there -SB” - and sending it off with an owl.

The room was once a bedroom with a small sitting area, but most recently had been claimed in the name of their Dark Arts foray. It was tucked away in the Estate enough to not draw too much notice to its use, but it had housed many late night debates as to practicalities and techniques while pouring over collected tomes of information. There was almost a sense of nostalgia that crept over Sirius as he settled onto the edge of the old bed, the frame creaking beneath him.

He glanced over only once he heard the door open and Lily appeared, and a ghost of a smile flitted over his face. “Evans,” he greeted, “Glad to see you’re still alive. From what I hear, you had a rough go.” There was something to be said about the first few words spoken to someone after not speaking for months - it brought something like a sense of relief. “But I am, uh, glad you’re okay. Really.”

[wila-travers]

Location: Prewett Estate Date: June 23rd, 1984 @bonafideedgar, @asphodelroot, @edgeofnicky

Wila had been waiting for this moment since joining the Order and it had finally happened. Of course it took Frank Longbottom taking a tumble for them to finally recognize her brilliance, but after tomorrow nobody would doubt it again. She had sent owls to Lily, Edgar, and Nicky and told them to be at the estate promptly at eight, but she had arrived early to wrap her head around it all and to get herself situated. She had spread out the maps of London across the table, and she had marked off where Wilma Pierce and her family lived. Getting thrown in at the last moment after a few days of upheaval with their team, she knew that she had her work cut out. Their location was going to be the most challenging in terms of making sure none of the Muggles saw anything that they shouldn’t, but all of the people would make it easier for them to hide out of sight. 

Hearing the door open behind her, Wila turned and nodded her head in greeting when she saw Edgar Bones standing there. “You’re the first one here,” she told him, gesturing for him to make himself comfortable. She wasn’t sure how long it was going to take to come up with a plan, but she was certain that they would be here for a few hours at least. They had the disadvantage of time, but she was certain that they would figure it out. “I assume Lily and Nicky will be here momentarily. Then we’ll get started. Feel free to familiarize yourself with the maps if you’d like.”