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[MITCHELL ISAAC FROBISHER]

M A G I C K , W I T H O U T T E A R S

"Heel," Mitchell said in a stern voice towards his youngest dog. The other two walked along side Mitchell, proving that serious training could in deed work on dogs. With Dunja and Gussy on his right, Bruce was learning the proper term of "heel". Unfortunately, every time he said "heel", Dunja and Gussy instinctively moved behind him to get to his left. It also did not help that every girl he walked by wanted to give his dogs a treat. Talk about teaching bad behaviors. His dogs were to be well behaved, not beggar hounds. Not to mention the snacks the muggles tried to give them were far from healthy treats. How was Bruce suppose to grow up to be a lean, mean, hunting machine if he was being fed fatty meats? Hell, he wasn't even getting the meat part from these muggles. If it was not good for them to eat, why would it be good for dogs?

Mitch clicked his tongue to get his puppy's attention as they walked further down the street. Eventually Bruce was getting tuckered out of keeping up with his soul siblings (yes the other two dogs), and was just dropping every five steps to try and nap. It was amazing because they were not even finished with their walk to the park yet. "C'mon Brucey," Mitch said, picking his puppy up to carry him the rest of the way. This did not irritate the man at all, he quite enjoyed having Bruce still small enough to carry him around places. It seemed to add to his cuteness; that was probably the sense of helplessness the dog gave off. Mitch was quite okay with this, until Bruce decided that it would be fun to use his owner's ear as a chew toy. as he was doing at this very moment.

They arrived at the dog park, first Dunja and Gus were let off their lease and the two of them were off running around. Bruce though, he was still on his leash and only attempting to go off with his friends. Mitch bent down and placed the puppy on the ground, then crouched in front of him. "Okay little man, you can go off the leash, but when you see Dunjs and Gus run to me you follow suit. Capiche?" The little dog gave out a gruff and a ruff, pawing a butterfly that flew between the two. "Close enough," Mitch sighed, patting the back of his puppy and unhooking the leash from Bruce's harness, "Go wild little man!" Bruce ran to a tree and proceeded to flop over for a nap. "That works too," Mitch ran a hand through his hair and took a seat next to his tuckered out pup.

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[ALISON DARIA WOOD]

IN THE NIGHT, THE STORMY NIGHT, SHE CLOSED HER EYES

It had been just under three weeks since Ally had officially moved back to England, and she already felt perfectly back at home. It was definitely different, since the hustle and bustle of London life was a complete change from the way she’d grown up, but she liked it. It was exciting to finally feel like she was doing something with her life. It was as if she’d been injected with some sort of long-term adrenaline that kept her spirits up and her lust for life on full. There was just so much for her to do, so many decisions for her to make, and her alone. She’d been around her family and Aidan so much that she didn’t really get a good sense of independence until now, and she was loving it.

She was doing all sorts of ridiculous things with her new found freedom. She’d already gone camping once, meeting up with a couple friends from her year that she had been able to find through her mother. It was difficult though, as everyone was up and out of their internships and other first jobs at Hogwarts, and had started to move about. She wasn’t exactly sure how about to go finding people. She’d made a couple new friends on the floor of her apartment as well- she was an easy person to get to know and fun to talk to, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise.

Perhaps the most extreme change she’d made in her life, besides the whole moving-over-seas-and-working-with-untrained-magic thing, was adopt a small golden retriever puppy. The hound was conveniently named Happy, and he lived up to his title in full force. He was a very friendly puppy, nurtured by Ally, who was anything but sad at this point in her life. She already had a large handful of stories between the pair as she trained him- or rather, tried to train him. The Woods had never had dogs, as Katie was allergic to most animals. It was a great stroke of luck that Happy was naturally drawn to Ally, as she probably might have lost him by now (he liked to run around so much!). She had zero idea of how to properly train a dog. Aidan told her he thought it was a silly idea to get a puppy, but she winged it, and there was no way she could turn her back on the lovable bundle of fluff now!

It was a Saturday, so no day-care, meaning Al had time to take Happy, leading her by leash, to the local dog park. She’d heard about it from a girl that lived near her with two dogs of her own. Happy was so excited (by now he’d learned where he was going) that he walked to fast for the end of his leash. In order to burn off all that energy and keep moving, he had to walk in a zig-zag pattern, sniffing everything in sight. Ally trotted along behind him, keeping up a good pace so that her dog could have his fun. She unlocked the gate to the outdoor park when they arrived, and bent down to look her golden pup in the face. “Be…good!” She grinned, but Happy had absolutely no focus. It was apparent that nothing had registered, and instead, he simply took to licking her face.

Letting out a jovial, genuine laugh, Ally pursed her lips and made a couple kissy-sounds at Happy, who seemed to enjoy the sentiment. As Happy hadn’t had much trouble with dogs before, she silently unhooked the leash from his collar. Standing up, it didn’t take the dog long to realize he could run free. He sprinted away at full force, starting to take a lap around the general vicinity (slowing down every 10 meters from exhaustion). After about a minute, he cruised past Ally again, and she meandered after him, enjoying the nice weather and the shining, but not blaring, sun. She shut her eyes and let the warmth tickle her eyelids, but they snapped open again when she heard a snappy bark that was unmistakably Happy’s.

Her dog was nestled against a tall (at least he would be tall if he was standing up), dark haired young man sitting by a tree. Happy was taking turns sniffing at a lump of fluff next to the man, and then pouncing up and licking at the man’s face. Ally’s mouth turned into a small “o”, and she darted off towards the group, ready to apologize for her overly-enthusiastic puppy’s rather rude behavior. “I’m sorry!” she said, as she halted her jog a couple feet away from the male. Happy heard her and bounded in her direction, running a few circles about her as she knelt to the ground, holding her hands up, not in an attempt to catch her dog, but to graze his fur as he went. “He’s a little too friendly sometimes.” She laughed again, and tucked a stray piece of dark hair behind her ear, still too frazzled to look the person completely in the face, half concentrated on keeping Happy close.

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[MITCHELL ISAAC FROBISHER]

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Within a blink of an eye Mitchell was being attacked by a puppy that was not even his. Of course, he wasn't complaining, nothing made his day like a wet and slobbery kiss from a dog. "Hey there little guy," he said to the pup once it jumped off him and began evaluating Bruce. "Check that out Brucey, you've made yourself a friend on your first day," he patted his puppy's head, which made the strange pup put all of its attention back on Mitch. "Woah boy, take it easy!" He adjusted the puppy so it was laying in his lap, until his owner showed finally showed up after a moment or so.

“I’m sorry! He’s a little too friendly sometimes.”

Mitch had to take a few moments to comprehend the girl that was standing in front. Was that Alison Wood, his best friend who had moved to America in her fifth year? How could she possibly be standing in front of him? Clearly the universe wanted them to continue their friendship and Mitch was not going to question that anytime soon. "Al? Al Wood? Your dad's Olivler, and mum's Katie?" Mitchell stood up and smiled down and the brunette. If this was not the girl who he was hoping it was, this was an entirely awkward meeting. But there was no way he could forget that cheeky girl that was in the year below him. Plus, not many had the smile that Alison had, one of those sincere ones that was all about having fun.

"Blimey, and here I thought I would never see you again!" Mitchell instantly went in for a bear hug, and picking her up was no problem at all. "Why are you here? Last I heard your dad was still in the Quidditch biz," he put friend down and looked at her, giddy as ever. Or, the male equivalent of being giddy. "Look who's finally grown up! Last time I saw you, you were breaking the news to me when we were playing that lame extension of exploding snap under a set of stairs." Mitchell was entirely glad that his old friend was here. Hopefully neither of them had changed in the seven years they had been apart.

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[ALISON DARIA WOOD]

IN THE NIGHT, THE STORMY NIGHT, SHE CLOSED HER EYES

Al?

All attention was quickly removed from the puppy prancing around her in circles, and instead on the young man sitting in front of her. Alison’s head snapped up, all reserve and natural just-met-someone nerves washing away. It took a moment, a single moment, for her to stop wondering why this stranger knew her name, and realize who exactly was starting to name her parents. He was starting to stand up, so she did too, a big grin starting to spread across her face. Digesting something this ridiculous and random was a little more than difficult, and she was still attempting to comprehend it.

“Mitch!” She was about to leap at him for a hug, but he’d already secured his arms about her, lifting her effortlessly into the air. She laughed aloud, burying her face instinctively in the crook of his neck and shoulder, smiling to his skin. As her feet touched back down on the ground, her hands moved from around his neck to his chest, before she quite got ahold of herself and jumped backwards a little bit, blinking a couple times. She bit at her lip nervously, but quickly smiled up at him again, engaging with him in catch up conversation.

“Well…here I am!” She put her hands out at her sides a little, as if showing herself off in order to fill the subsequent little silence between them. “Oh, he is. It was just time for me to…come back.” There would be time for explanations later. She was about to counter and ask him how he was, but she stumbled a little. How exactly does one catch up on seven years of not seeing each other? There was so much to talk about, to say, to hear! A slight pang of guilt resonated in the back of her head- her departure had been so sudden, it wasn’t really fair to any of her friends, especially him. But he was 24 now! It was surreal that he still seemed to look at her so fondly. So he hadn’t forgotten about her…

Thankfully, he spoke, and she didn’t have to think about how to start the conversation. “Say what you will, but you know me. I’m never growing up.” It was true Ally fashion to deny any and all sense of aging- she was a supporter of eternal youth. She bit at her tongue a little, smiling widely, shutting her eyes in continued disbelief. Mitch Frobisher was standing right in front of her, after seven whole years. She opened her eyes and looked up. And he was happy to see her!

A pang of guilt settled in the pit of her stomach. Her departure had been on extremely short notice, and it wasn’t fair to Mitch, the way that it had been handled. That she had handled it. She had to take some responsibility. Leaving was one of the most difficult things she’d ever had to do, and she put off telling her best friend as long as possible. “Funny, how long ago that was.” she commented, glancing at the dogs at their feet, then back up at him, eyes slightly squinted from the bright fall sunlight.

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It was nice hearing Al's voice after seven years. Bloody hell that suddenly seemed like such a long time. How had she changed during that time? What had she been up to? What were her friends in America like? The thought of a boyfriend crossed his mind for a brief second, but he shook the thought away. The idea of Alison Wood being in a relationship with anyone was a bizarre thought to him. She was his best friend, not a girl. That's how he had always seen her throughout life. Maybe it was seeing her after seven years, the fact that he missed her was finally hitting him. To think, at one point the two saw each other all the time, and hopefully he would slowly begin to see her everyday, again. That would be nice, he needed some female person to talk to on a regular basis. Not just one to call up when he needed a date, as great of a person as Josie was.

"Merlin. I just can't believe that after all this time. I mean, you really don't realize how fast seven years can go by, right?" He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down at her. "How've you been, Al? How's your little brother doing? He'd be a sixth year by now right?" Of course Mitch kept track of her and her brother, on a mental level. He always remembered when her birthday was, of course, having an owl fly across the sea was the worst idea ever. And everything else would just fail since he had no address. Still, he had been to her house enough times during the summers when she actually lived in the UK. He remembered meeting Oliver Wood for the first time and being a bug eyed kid who could have easily fangirled over him.

He found that he kept looking at her, almost just zoning out in disbelief."So, uh, when d'ya get the pup and what's his name exactly?" he asked, bending down to pet the scruffy puppy. Hell, Mitch would be quite comfortable just taking that puppy home with the three of his. "This is Bruce, by the way," he picked up his own puppy so it was face to face with Alison. He let out a whistle, to which his older two dogs responded to, "This is Dunja"-he gestured towards the mixed breed-"and this big guy is Gus." He placed Bruce on his forearm, carrying him almost like an American football, and patted Gus' side. He gave a goofy smile at his old friend, "By the way, I've kind of become a crazy dog man while you were away. I actually had to buy a house just for all three of them plus me. Where are you staying here? How long for?"

He was hoping that she had no actual place of residence. Mostly so he could get another person living in his home so his neighbors did not think he was some crazy man who was going to go on a killing spree in the neighbor hood. That was the main problem with living in a neighbor hood and the neighbors wanted to have families.

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[ALISON DARIA WOOD]

IN THE NIGHT, THE STORMY NIGHT, SHE CLOSED HER EYES

Hearing Mitch talk about how long it had been really made it sink in for her. It was sort of surreal, all of it. Very surreal, actually. She couldn’t believe that she was able to put words into understandable sentences! It was hard not to keep grinning and staring at him, but he seemed to be doing somewhat of the same thing, so she didn’t think much of it. What was harder was trying not to jump into his arms again. She would hug him all day if she could! Gosh, they kept talking about how long it had been- it had been too long.

“Same old.” she said, in reference to herself. That was probably a stupid answer, seeing as it had been seven years, and she surely was not the same exact person she’d been since then, but she didn’t think of it. “That’s right!” She grinned, amazed that he could remember that sort of thing. “He’s a Gryffindor too. Keeping us other Woods proud.” Her little brother had been very young when she was friends with Mitch, but they had crossed paths a couple of times. Mitch was over during the summer a lot, and she remembered, fondly, how funny it was to watch him interact with her family, especially her father.

“Only a couple weeks ago!” She bent down to the dog nipping at her heels and scooped him up into her arms, his fur bunching around his face and neck. “This is Happy.” Ally nuzzled her face close to her dog’s snout, giving him a couple quick kisses. Mitch started to introduce the little puppy now in his hands, and Al leaned in a little to press her nose to the puppy’s, giggling a little. With a whistle, two other dogs appeared rather instantly, and she was quickly overwhelmed, in a good way, by the number of animals currently surrounding her. “You don’t say?” she said jokingly, putting Happy back on the ground in order to pay due attention to Dunja and Gus.

“I just arrived a couple weeks ago, actually. It’s funny I ran into you so soon!” Ally looked up from the dogs at her feet and to Mitch, who had holstered the small puppy into his arms. “I have a small apartment in London, above the daycare I work at now. I came back for work, really.” It all sounded so stuffy, so she continued. “But I’m so happy now, here.” She laughed a little in spite of herself. “I’m doing something I love during the week, and I can go out and live on the weekends. I’ve always been so close with my family- it’s nice to step away a little and really…” She considered her words. “…dance, persay.”

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"Same old?" Mitch asked in a teasing tone. "So you just went to school in America, found some other bloke to play exploding snaps with, and carried on with your life?" He was fully aware that no one truly ever went back to the "same old" routine after moving. He certainly didn't. Sixth year had been dedicated to trying to spend more time with the only three guys he actually knew. "C'mon Al, didn't you get up to some sort of shenanigans once you moved over there? At least tell me you convinced people that all we dined on was fish n' chips and mess with their heads," he nagged.

"It's good to know your family is staying true to Godric Gryffindor," he nodded in approval, "You remember my sister Arabella? She has a kid, a year or so old, I'm a bloody uncle and I don't even have the promise of a little cousin for the lil' Titus. Then the other two are finally in Hogwarts," the man gave a quick over view of his family, which seemed much larger compared to Alison's. Even his family life had even changed drastically over seven years. He'd already gained and lost a brother-in-law all within the past year itself. That had to have been the most heartbreaking for the family, obviously Arabella got the worst of it.

Mitch smiled at the puppy that Alison held up. "Ah, well hello there, Happy Wood," he bent down and kissed the top of its head, then scratched behind one of the puppy's ears. Mitch was already certain that if Al had never showed up, he would have taken Happy to join his family of dogs. Although, anytime he saw a dog he was certain that if there was no owner around it for more than twenty minutes he would just take it by the leash and keep walking. Then that would cause some complications being called a "dog-knapper" but that was just a technicality to him. He smiled at his old friend, "What can I say, I just need something to fill the gap when you left?"

"A couple weeks?" he was surprised at the sound. He was thinking it would have been months at the least. "Talk about fate eh?" he joked. Here he thought that if he ever heard from Alison again it was because she wanted her own kids to go to Hogwarts and they became good friends with his own kids. Although this was a pleasant alternative to that dragged out plot. "Well, you're going to have to bring Happy over every once in awhile to the house so he can spend time with his new friends and get him properly socialized," Mitch chimed. "And don't worry, I'll use my mad Auror powers to make sure your street is safe from all Dark Wizards or Witches that want to use child minions," he said, "I'm glad you're happy though."

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[ALISON DARIA WOOD]

IN THE NIGHT, THE STORMY NIGHT, SHE CLOSED HER EYES

Her smile broke for only a moment. Hearing Mitch talk about the idea of another boy brought the image of Aidan to her mind, and that was a very confusing, upsetting thing. Had she just felt a pang of regret? For what? For being so excited to see Mitch that her heart had skipped a couple beats? For not mentioning Aidan? For not wanting to mention him? Alison rubbed at her nose a little to disguise her momentary lapse in happy exterior, but she was smiling again almost instantly, and not forcing it. He always did know how to make her laugh.

“Well, I certainly could never replace you,” she said honestly, grinning. “I never got into much trouble! Americans find British people rather stuffy, but the same goes for them, I guess. I have some friends there, but I’m so happy to be back.” It felt good to say that out loud and have it be true. Any apprehension about leaving the USA had disappeared as soon as she realized it was him, actually, though she didn’t really realize that yet.

“Congratulations!” she said genuinely, excited at the prospect of seeing Arabella again, and her new son. Ally had always loved children- she’d dedicated her career to them, hadn’t she? She wanted to ask a million questions about Arabella and her son, but she knew the time for that could come later. Besides, there was nothing like talking to a mother about her children. One always got the best and most loving answers from them. It occurred to her that Mitch hadn’t mentioned a husband, had there been one? Another question the answer to which would come in time.

Ally’s eyebrows creased as Mitch leaned down and kissed her puppy on its head. She had the awkward urge to lift a hand and run her fingers through his hair, but as soon as he straightened back up, she was aware of how completely weird that was. “They are excellent friends, even if they can’t play exploding snap,” She nuzzled her nose into Happy’s soft, golden fur again, her mind lingering on the idea of a roomful of dogs in a circle playing exploding snap. That would certainly be an interesting development in the evolutionary cycle.

“I know, so recent, right?” She was surprised by it herself. She felt very back-at-home already, and couldn’t even consider the idea of leaving. Once again, Aidan came to her mind, but she forced him out, that pit-of-the-stomach feeling coming back full force. Holding onto Happy a little tighter, Ally refocused on Mitch, decisively deciding that she would worry about all of that later. His invitation to come over certainly helped, and she was sure her grin confirmed her acceptance. “You’re an auror! You did it!” she exclaimed, not as much in disbelief as in excitement. He’d always talked about the possibility, and she couldn’t believe he’d followed through and made it by his current age. “Wicked!”

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[MITCHELL ISAAC FROBISHER]

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"Well, I'm glad you're back Al," he smiled down at her. He really did missed his best friend, and the more and more she stood in front of him, the more evident that was. There was an odd feeling though. Something was buried under his happiness, he just could not pinpoint it. Whatever it was though was making him want to run or something that involved a great deal of physical effort. It was the same feeling he got when ever he was on a date with a girl, that feeling of running away. He was never sure where that nervous feeling came from, yet it was always there. No wonder why he liked it when he woke up to the girl already gone after a night.

Mitch gave a shrug at her congratulations. "Yeah, well, once I get my own wife and kids, that'll be the proper day to congradulate me eh?" He joked. Family was not in the man's head, at least starting one. He had his dogs and that was all he wanted to care for at the moment. It was probably better to leave out that Ara's husband had died early, it was not really like him to go around gossiping about his family anyways. Still, Alison had always been extended family for him, and she had known his siblings, "You should've met the kid's dad, he was a great guy," he left it at that, knowing Al would be smart enough to understand that he was gone and deceased.

"You should have taught them, but left out certain things and play for money," Mitch stated, not in a serious manner. But he thought he had a decent point. If Al ever needed money he was sure that she could get some easy wins in exploding snaps, even without cheating. "So are any of them going to visit in the future? Check out the new pad and job? I'd love to meet them sometime, y'know, only if they came all the way over here," Mitch put Bruce back on the ground to play with the two big dogs and shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

Mitch beamed with pride as she congratulated him on being an auror. "Yeah, you should really see the place I was able to get with the money. The house is great, perfect backyard for a dog. So if you ever need someone to watch Happy, Gus here is a great watchdog. Just let me know and I'll get a key made for you," there, he laid out an open invitation. Hopefully she took it up, because he was kind of bored of having no one to spontaneously show up uninvited. All of his friends seemed too polite and always asked before hand. Hell, they were all in their twenties, couldn't they be a bit more careless?

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[ALISON DARIA WOOD]

IN THE NIGHT, THE STORMY NIGHT, SHE CLOSED HER EYES

His sentiments seemed so genuine, and it started rushing back to her just how wonderful he’d been in the first place. How could she ever have left him? She was young and naïve once, dependent on her family and always there to support them. The latter hadn’t changed, but she was fully independent now, and if she had to make the chance again, now, knowing everything she did, she might not have gone. Who knows where she’d be if she hadn’t gone.

His response to her other question linked rather closely to her thoughts, it surprised her a little. No, she hadn’t thought any specific words or pictures, but just those feelings. They were hard to decipher. “I suppose you’re right,” she said, a little distracted, smiling, only really half-aware of her surroundings, still lost in the complicated half-thoughts swirling around in her brain. To add to it, he seemed to mention that Arabella’s husband was no longer around. But a good guy? Oh…well, what an awful thing to happen to such a lovely person. She made a point to try and contact Ara sometime soon, to reconnect and say hello. They had always gotten along well, being closer in age.

She laughed aloud, nodding enthusiastically. She knew she was a very good card player, and the only person that had ever been able to match her was him. It was their favorite thing to do together, and they’d play anywhere- empty classrooms, the common room, the grounds, wherever! Even Aidan, who was a very good card player himself, would simply die in comparison to Mitch’s skills. Her smile widened a little as she thought fondly back on teaching Aidan the British version of the wizarding card game, and how he continued to burn his fingers on the cards, his reflexes for the cards not quite developed yet.

“I’m sure! My parents will be along soon, definitely,” she said, trying to skirt around the conversation again, for some reason. It was getting increasingly uncomfortable for her to talk about her life in America, and she didn’t want to say why to herself. She couldn’t bring herself to admit it, because guilt would wash over her. And not just that, confusion. She loved Aidan! She did, she did, and she repeated that to herself in her brain over and over again. He did say he wanted to visit in the next couple weeks. The mere idea made her eyes brighten a little, but as they looked upon Mitch, Ally came to a very disgruntled stalemate that made her want to dig a hole in the ground and stay there. Happy could come too.

A key?! Ally’s eyes widened a little, and she was unsure of how to respond. Sure, they seemed to be getting along rather well, but it had been seven years. They’d been talking for fifteen minutes and he was already letting her into his home?! It didn’t help that she’d been pledging her allegiance to her boyfriend for the past minute in her mind. Without really thinking, Ally started rambling. She only rambled when she was nervous, and that was rare in itself. “A key! Yeah, sure, mmhmm, that sounds fine. I could bring Happy over. Or, you know, not. But yes, the dog. For the other dogs! They could all play together. And when everyone comes to visit, they should come over too. But I’ll let you know first, of course. Dinner! We can do dinner. When Mum and Dad visit! Or Aidan, my boyfriend, when he visits. He’s nice you’ll like him. But the dogs, the point, that’s the point. The dogs. I’ll bring them over! Well, I only have Happy. That’s what I meant. I’ll bring Happy over.”

This was a mess.

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