InsaneJournal

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.