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dennis creevey is moving forward (artfuldennis) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-11-29 11:35:00

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ch: bdh: dennis creevey, ch: swap: alastriona moody, p: emmy, p: silyara

Who: Dennis and Moody
Where: Outside of the Moore family house
What: Dennis and Moody confrontation
When: Thursday, after School
Warning: TBD

This was easier to handle then the previous beach world, where he had been left alone with all of his thoughts. Of how he didn't know what to do with Marie, of how he had allowed himself to have a son that he knew eventually the government would force him to abandon, of how Colin was once again away from him and how he had taken it all for granted...all of these thoughts had been loud and ever present when they were stranded on the beach.

Here, though, in the strange setting of suburbs, he could slip into the life of George. He could enjoy his fake family and his fake life, and use it as an escape. Or at least he was trying. George was invested in his work and cared deeply about his family, so often wore himself thin trying to accomplish everything in a limited time schedule. And while George insisted on checking on his children constantly, Dennis himself would have rather kept far, far away from Mad Eye Moody. George forced conversations but Dennis himself always looked rather uncomfortable. His poker face wasn't as strong as it used to be, but then again, he wasn't forced to play cards with renowned aurors often back home. Or one's he was certain could see right through him. As a precaution, he kept a mental note to keep his thoughts continually concealed, untrusting of his house guest.

Bending down in the kitchen with Hector held close, he took a photo of George's next culinary masterpiece. He had been taking photos of everything since Colin had left. He just figured if Colin were to return, whether the same Colin or not, he would want to see everything Dennis had seen. Pulling the camera down, he set it on the counter, moving to begin slicing up the bundt cake in case the children wanted a slice. Once that was finished, he reached into a drawer, moved a few things out of the way, and snatched up George's secret flask. Evidently, he didn't want his wife to know about his bad habit.

Stepping out onto the front porch, he took a seat on one of the lawn chairs, leaning back to rub at his forehead, before taking a quick sip from the top. This life would never be his but he couldn't deny at least enjoying it.

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hypervigilance
2012-11-29 05:04 pm UTC (link)

The Moore family was abnormally close in some regards, at least the siblings. Moody'd gone along, treating it as a chance to learn more about her assigned family members. Arayna Lestrange had taken the most focus for her loudly vocalized opinions and the sister's bond. But she had been observing the rest of the family. Moody didn't think Jill had acted on it, but the mother was awfully friendly with teenage boys. The marriage wasn't as close as some other families, not just because the two playing them were strangers. But Dennis was of more interest. He'd been avoiding her, in the way he could, and he tried to keep her out actively. That was suspicious. Everyone knew who she was, what she stood for. So anyone who had something to hide from her? That was something worth knowing.

The auror had no pre-disposition one way or the other before this on him. He was after her time, and he was from the world with the third war. But her knowledge on that was only what some textbooks said. That wasn't the down and dirty. The kitchen had food left out for them as always. Moody smelled it carefully, placed some on a plate, and followed out where she found this assigned person. She didn't trust the Patil either. And there was more to this Longbottom than the other she had met. Really, she didn't trust anyone in her 'family.'

Crouching next to Dennis, Moody glanced over and, catching sight of the flask. "Who's the day time drinker?" There was a lot worse than that going on. Was it George or Dennis who smiled at Arayna like that? Either way, it was of note, something she had to look into. If he were friendly with Arayna, that spoke ill of his character, most likely. She wasn't a good person.

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artfuldennis
2012-11-29 05:12 pm UTC (link)

Dennis tilted his head towards Moody, as his fingers moved to screw the top back on of the flask, his back straightening up. The flask shifted, being held now between his knees, as a finger tapped against the side of it. He was silent for a moment. George, in his head, was already fretting that his daughter had seen the flask. Dennis didn't care.

"We both are, but the Father in me insists he is not, and asks that you not say a word to his wife," he commented, his head tilting to look upon Moody.

He remembered back when he was a child, having lessons with the man they all thought to be Moody, and being slightly terrified. It had been the presence that used to scare him, not the appearance. Even though it was an impersonation, it had been a damn good one, and his younger self would likely have rushed away by now. He, however, was no longer afraid of Moody, more uncomfortable in her presence than anything else, but that was because of his own actions, and not hers.

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hypervigilance
2012-11-29 05:38 pm UTC (link)

She wasn't in a particularly relaxed mood, and the lawn chairs were exposed, especially on a front porch. Rules or not, creepy safe town or not, Moody didn't like exposing herself. So she stayed as she was, crouched, ready to dodge or duck or stand as a situation called for. Other family members could come out, interfere possibly. Moody preferred one on one family time. Such sweet family times.

"Denise is a bit saddened," Moody commented, "She hadn't admitted it to herself. She's seen things, but she pretended it was something else. But you're not hiding it, Dennis." She looked over at him. Day drinkers all had reasons, and he was from a war. She knew about the camera. She knew about Collin, knew he'd been here and left, knew he had died in quite a few worlds. But that wasn't something to make him nervous about her.

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artfuldennis
2012-11-29 05:46 pm UTC (link)

"George didn't want Denise to know, but doesn't want to lie either," he commented in return. He hated how he was concerned with how another man felt in regards to people who may or may not exist. It was all an act, wasn't it? An act forced upon him with thoughts he hadn't asked for. Still, George was making it clear he did not approve of his daughter seeing, and was upset that he hadn't hidden it better.

"I see no reason to hide it," he then added, as he set it down behind the lawn chair, "except around the misses. George becomes stronger about that notion," he said with a light shrug of his shoulders.

"Does Denise need help with her school work?" He then asked, glancing to Moody. He was picking at straws as to why she was engaging him, whether it was Moody or Denise who wished to, because that was a very important difference.

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hypervigilance
2012-11-29 06:02 pm UTC (link)

Any father hiding a flask from his family didn't want any of them to know. To ask such a 'close knit' family to keep secrets from each other? The underbelly of the era. It wasn't all aprons, roses, and homework completed to theme music. Moody didn't give that much care to the dramatic workings of this little family, except in how it affected her ability to get to the bottom of these people she didn't trust. They weren't usually kept in such close confined quarters in these groups.

"They can be quite opinionated," Moody noted, keeping a straight face but a bit of irony in her tone. She didn't have any troubles with Denise if she didn't want. Denise didn't like the way she regarded Arayna, but Arayna was not Caroline, literally. So the girl would have to accept it. "Carolyn's busy," Moody shrugged. And those two spent most of their time together, "The homework's not so bad, but family's are supposed to spend time together here. And you were alone. Denise didn't like that." Moody had liked it, personally. They'd both liked coming over.

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artfuldennis
2012-11-29 06:06 pm UTC (link)

"Ah," was his initial response to the answer. His daughter didn't want him alone. George didn't mind being alone, which Dennis was thankful for, since he generally preferred it. He supposed George savored the time away since he was so busy with students and the family. It must have been rare. He motioned then to the other chair.

"Have a seat then," came from him, but it was certainly at George's suggestion, and not his own. He offered a smile, of which was also not his own, as if to welcome her.

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hypervigilance
2012-12-02 05:46 pm UTC (link)

It seemed the parents weren't nearly so close as the chilluns. Well, that made them less likely to be interrupted. Dennis Creevey hadn't been someone she had focused on before, something this place had let her seek to rectify. There was something about him. And Moody wanted to know more - there were specific details she wanted to know, she was certain of their existence. But more information than that was preferable. Context did not excuse behavior, but it certainly informed one's character better.

Denise wanted to sit, though Moody didn't prefer it. But there was the two-tiered interaction, and Denise wouldn't reject, not as herself. Moody took the chair, so that her false eye was on the far side of her face. That let it look over more easily, see what there was to observe on his skin, in what he did under his clothes. Clothes, if done right, hid much. "What have you been doing lately, while we're in school?" Moody asked. Denise had thought of it as an easy conversation starter.

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