looking for an escape (open)

[noel andrew foster]

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There's a place in your heart and I know that it is love
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And this place could be much brighter than tomorrow.
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All Noel wanted to do at that moment was go the hell home and hide in his bed. Another muggle killing, and it seemed like this one had actually attempted to fight back. Idiots…

He’d been swamped for the past few days, as had most of the Auror department, trying to keep the muggle killings and death eater sightings hushed up so the muggle world wouldn’t dissolve into fucking chaos… Not like his bosses cared much about that since Voldemort practically ran Wizarding Britain now. Most of his department wasn’t even trying anymore. They were all under Malfoy’s thumb. Really, as much as Noel loathed the situation he was in, he knew Malfoy could make it hard for him and his family. Alyssa had just turned three a few days ago and she was in the middle of all this…

Noel made it no secret that he hated the state his world was in and that he was scared out of his mind. The fact that that bloody psychopath was able to take over so easily was scary as hell. As loyal as he was to the Order, they were useless without Harry Potter, to be quite honest. It was like they had no reason to care after he died. Noel looked at Jessica’s picture on his desk and sighed. She was the one thing aside from Renee and Alyssa that gave him hope. He’d promised her that they would be together for as long as he drew breath, but he was scared for her as well. She was an auror and an Order member as well and he was extremely protective of her. As he sorted out paper work on his desk (damn muggle killings; seemed like there was one every other hour now) he heard a knock on the door. He shoved the papers in his desk drawer and straightened it, trying to make the room a bit more presentable.

”Come in!” he said, trying to keep the strain out of his voice in case it was the Minister or some other death eater. He didn’t like associating with them but he had no choice. May as well be polite.

STATUS: Complete
TAGGED: Open
WORDS: Dun care.
CREDIT:Lyrics are from Heal the World by Michael Jackson. Jennifer @ Caution made this template; while I'd love to see it in action, PLEASE do not steal it as I worked really hard on it.

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