*he was holding a tuckered out Nathan, who was sleeping in his arms, head on his shoulder and arms wrapped around his neck* *he and Penny apparated into the foyer one right after the other; he was still chuckling when he touched down*

Oh, come on, Moneypenny. It wasn't that bad!

To: Arthur Weasley
From: Roger Davies

Arthur,

Got a minute to talk soon? I've a recruit suggestion for you. I might hate myself for suggesting her, but you'll thank me for it. She's brilliant.

Roger

*they'd had a nice quiet (well, relatively quiet with a chatty three year old about; there was only minimal spaghetti damage that was easily charmed away) dinner the three of them; his mum was out with her beau, Gerald, and he didn't expect her back until late*

*Nathan was out in the living room playing with his toys; he'd heard giggling, which made him smile and shake his head, because he knew that likely, there were a few toys stuck to the ceiling*

*Pen was walking towards the living room with a book in hand, when he intercepted her with arm going around her waist and a nuzzle to her neck* Can I borrow you a second, before we head off to story time?

*it only took them three stories tonight before Nathan fell asleep like a champ (he loved watching Nathan and Penny curled up together reading about dragons)*

*once Nathan was all tucked in, they'd curled up together on the sofa to watch some films (he'd cheekily pulled out a few James Bond flicks), though he couldn't get into the films all that much because she'd been very quiet, biting her lip...it was very clear she had something on her mind*

*he brushes some hair from her forehead, then nuzzles her temple* What's on your mind, Moneypenny?

Who: Roger and Pansy
What: Training
Where: HQ
When: May 27
Why: Because training is life or death. And unpleasant.

( I didn't sign up for this. )

( rp link )

*he'd been sleeping very comfortably curled up around Penny, nose in her hair, arms around her and holding her close, when he'd received the owl from work* *very reluctantly and with soft, whispered apologies, he dressed and left*

*that had been hours ago* *it was nearing dawn, by the time he came back; he was tired, weary, dirty and covered with cuts over his face and blood on his robes -- some of it his, but most of it not*

*he apparates directly into his room, trying for quiet so he doesn't wake her (she shouldn't lose sleep because he had to work), and shucks off his Unspeakable robes, letting them drop onto the corner chair, before settling in front of his dresser and mirror* *he lifts up the side of his shirt (there was a significant slash going through it) to look at the cut there; he winces a bit because it stings, but it looks like it's closing (it definitely wasn't too deep at all), but it's angry and red* *he drops the hem of the shirt, and just stands there a bit, leaning forward against the dresser, head ducked down, partly from being exhausted, but mostly (if he were honest with himself) because he doesn't want to look at himself*

Who: Roger and Angelina
What: She's looking for information
When: May 24
Where: HQ
Why: Because she's got a job to do

( So.. if someone needed to access personnel files at the Ministry and not get caught in prison.. how would they go about doing so? )

( rp link )

*they'd been curled up together on the sofa, watching a movie for the umpteenth time* *Nathan'd been fighting a battle with sleepiness for about a half hour now, and was quickly losing, if the way he's nodding off's any indication*

*with a little smile, he flicks off the telly, and scoops him up* *softly* I think it's bed time for you, little man.

Who: Roger and Penelope
What: Lying together in the dark
When: May 5
Where: His bedroom
Why: Because they don't want to be alone

( You've never asked about Dylan... )

( rp link )

Who: Roger and Penny (and a cameo from the adorable Nathan Davies)
What: They're having a good time
When: April 28
Where: Bill and Cho's reception, then home
Why: Because it's a date.

( In fact, I've an urge to invite you back to my place so we can snog on the sofa, while trying not to wake mum up. )

*he's a bit scowly from his run-in with Cho -- that woman has a serious knack in bringing out the worst in him, and he's not sure why, though it could very well be that the way she constantly pokes and insults him gets on his nerves, and frankly, he doesn't have time (nor the inclination) to kiss her arse about things* *or, it could just be the curse of the exes*

*still, once he sees Penny, his smile's back and genuine* *presents her the drink he'd gone to fetch for her with a flourish* Professor.

To: Professor Penelope Clearwater, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
From: Cpt. Roger Davies, Undisclosed location


Professor,

Pop quiz: What is the difference between American style 8-ball and the British style blackball? If you tell me which you like best, I'll throw in some extra points for Ravenclaw.

Curiously yours,
Cpt. Roger Davies

P.S. Nathan has been asking when Pennyplee would come back for a visit.

*he'd worn traditional Hindu garments as a sign of respect for Padma* *through out the funeral, he'd been very quiet, very solemn, but he didn't cry; in fact, he felt hardly anything* *he knows it's not because he didn't care about Padma -- he did, a lot -- but because he's automatically reverting to his training, being emotionally detached*

*a part of him feels guilt -- well, not guilt, per se -- though, more like regret for how things went with Padma; he regrets he couldn't be the man she needed him to be* *sometimes, he wonders if he'll ever be able to be the man anyone needs him to be* *he often thinks Unspeakables just aren't meant to be in relationships, but then, his eyes set on Penelope, who'd arrived to pay her respects, and he isn't so sure that his views on Unspeakables and relationships are warranted* *maybe he just needs--* *he stops that line of thinking for now because it's definitely not the place*

*says a small, silent goodbye to Padma*

*after paying the family his respects, hugging Parvati and telling her if she ever needed anything, to owl him, he files out with the others, and notices Penelope* *offers a small smile*

*he'd been at work all day (more like since before dawn, and it's now after dark), and managed to squeeze a quick dinner with Nathan, before tucking him in and heading to HQ for his training session with Pansy*

*sees her waiting for him, looking prim and proper...and really annoyed at having to wait for him* *cheerfully* Pansy! You're looking deadly this evening.

*Nathan woke up early that morning, which suited him just fine, because that meant he could spend more time with his little man* *they'd had an Easter egg hunt and chocolate, and had watched cartoons for a while, squashed on the couch, with Nathan in his lap, eating chocolate (much to grandmum's dismay)*

*after a bath (how Nate got so much chocolate smooshed into his hair, he'll never know), they'd got dressed and headed to the park for the afternoon*

*he's on one of the benches, watching Nathan slide, and laughs when Nate runs for the swings, calling out to him to push me, Daddy!, which he does happily*

*he's on about the fourth push when an owl swoops down, and impatiently holds out its foot for Roger to take the note, and swooping away once the note is in hand* *frowns, reading it (can't they give him just one day with his son, uninterrupted?!)* *his heart breaks a little when Nathan asks him to keep pushing, please*

*pauses for a second, then, determined, crumples up the parchment and tosses it over his shoulder* *it incendios itself on impact with the gravel*

*smiling, he goes back to having fun with his son*

Who: Roger and Penny
What: Weekly wandless training.
Where: Mysteries
When: April 7
Why: Because he wants to see her.

( You constantly surprise me, Moneypenny. )

( rp link )

*he'd been owled for another assignment just after Nathan'd gone down for bed, and was just now apparating back home, late in the night; with practised ease, he'd made his way to his room without making a noise -- avoiding the step that creaked easily -- before slipping into his shower to wash away the night's assignment*

*wearing only shorts, he pads back into his room, using a towel to dry his hair* *tosses it aside, and wearily climbs into bed, arm slinged over his eyes to try and drown out the world so he could get some sleep before he had to go into work in -- looks at the clock -- four hours*

*tosses and turns a bit, thinking of their training yesterday -- he can't help grinning remembering the picture she'd left him -- and subsequent owls* *what stuck most in his mind though, was Friday's goodbye kiss* *he hadn't meant it for it to be anything more than a quick peck -- not yet, at least -- but...* *smiles*

*looks at the clock, and makes a face, knowing it's too late to go see her, even though he really has the urge to talk to her right now; he won't get any sleep tonight, because he needs to lock away and "forget" the night's assignment before he can sleep*

*instead, he reaches for the telephone and dials her mobile (he'd gotten the number from her Mysteries file)* *he knows she won't answer -- her mobile wouldn't work properly with all the magic at Hogwarts -- but, he can -- soft smile when he hears the voice mail pick up -- leave her a message*

Good morning, Moneypenny...

To: Professor Penelope Clearwater, Hogwarts Schoo of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
From: Captain Roger Davies, Undisclosed Location

Professor,

I'm honoured you trust me to hold safely such incriminating picture in my possession. I assure you, it's secure. However, now I feel I should reciprocate with a secret of my own.

Anything you'd like to know, then? If I can, I will share.

Respectfully,
Captain Roger Davies

P.S. Antlers suit you.

*he'd been thinking of her (and about their date and training the next day) all week, but he'd been so busy, he hadn't had any time to see her* *he had had a few moments to send her some flowers, and that's when he'd decided to keep one stem for personal delivery*

*apparates to Hogsmeade, then walks up to Hogwarts with his broom slung over his shoulder, taking time to stop and talk with Hagrid at the gate (and take a bit of ribbing about visiting professors)*

*circles the castle a bit to find her tower, and when he does, he kicks off, and taps on her window*

To: Neville Longbottom
From: Roger Davies

Neville,

You wouldn't happen to have lovely stems of Gladioli, would you? I'm looking for an entire bouquet to be delivered, and a single stem for me to pick up and deliver myself.

Help?

Thanks,

Roger

Who: Roger and Ernie
What: Going into the pensieve
When: Monday, March 26
Where: Mysteries
Why: Because Ernie wants some answers.

( We've got to stop ending with you almost dead, Ernest. )

*he'd picked her up at seven sharp, and while that might not seem like an important detail, to him it had been an incredible feat to accomplish since he'd been given a last minute assignment and report to finish before end of day -- which he managed, though barely -- had to rush home for a shower and change -- which he also managed, though barely, since he was attacked by one of Nathan's stuffed dragons, not to mention the irresistible request for a story, please, Daddy -- and had hurried over to Hogwarts, arriving just shy of seven*

*they'd headed to a little bistro he knew of (he was thankful of the fact he could obtain portkeys on such a quick and hush hush basis) -- quiet, excellent food and lovely ambiance with soft jazzy music playing the background, making a pleasant backdrop for dinner and conversation*

*they're halfway through dinner and bottle of hearty red wine* ...and that's when this huge bloke *makes a gesture to emphasize* jumped off the balcony and landed right on me. There I was, fighting off this big giant of a man and three other squirrelly ones up front when my instructor comes strolling out of the bar, drunk as you please, and brandishes his wand like a sword, going on about being a knight or some such *swishes an imaginary sword a few times* The lot of us ended up polkadotted for two days. That's when I vowed never to go drinking with my Mysteries instructors ever again. *grins, then sips his wine* Naturally, we repeated the process the next weekend and were turned a fetching shade of fuscia.

( rp link )

To: Professor Penelope Clearwater, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
From: Captain Roger Davies, Undisclosed Location

Esteemed Professor,

Please find attached herewith your official Mysteries Expert Consultant badge, which should get you through security -- though not necessarily without the wandering wands -- and point you directly to your pre-arranged and pre-approved test facilities (or more commonly known as "laboratory").

I look forward to our lessons this upcoming Saturday. I've been practising.

Professionally yours,

Cpt. Roger Davies

P.S. How do you feel about dancing?

*he'd only been home a half hour, much later than Nathan's bedtime (he can't help frowning for having missed tucking Nathan into bed again)* *he was exhausted, but He didn't think he'd be able to actually fall asleep for a few hours still; his mind is racing with all the work that's been piled on his desk and everything he needs to address about, well, everything, not to mention that he needs to practise his wandless magic for Saturday*

*he settles on the floor, back resting against the sofa, one leg bent with the other stretched in front of him* *over and over he summons one of Nathan's foam balls to him, then tosses it back across the room only to summon it again* *at first, it's difficult, but it becomes easier each time he tries it*

*when he catches the yellow foam ball this time, he's greeted with happy giggles; Nathan's crouched at the living room entrance -- clad in dragon pjs with little feet -- watching him with his hand covering his mouth to try and stifle his giggles*

*grins* Hey, little man. What're you doing up? Grandmum'll be very cross with daddy if you don't get back to sleep, mate. *Nathan waddles over and climbs into his lap, and cheerfully pips up that it's time to play* *he knows that he should pick him up and bring him back to bed, but he'd not seen him all day, and alone time like this was so rare* Alright. We can play for a little bit, but then it's time for sleep.

Want to help daddy practise catching the ball? *when Nathan nods his head vigorously, Roger shifts him on his lap so Nathan's resting back against his chest* *tosses the ball across the room* Catch the ball, Nathan. *summons the ball, careful to control the speed so it's not too fast* *Nathan giggles happily when he catches the ball and throws the ball with an eager, "Again!"* *soft laugh* Okay, okay.

*they play catch a few more times when Nathan asks Roger if he can try ("Me, now!")* *tosses the ball across the room* Alright, little man; it's your turn.

*before he can even get ready to catch the ball, Nathan waves his arms enthusiastically* *unfortunately, the ball isn't summoned; instead all of Nathan's toys fly up to the ceiling, sticking there* *looks up and deadpans* Huh. *pulls Nathan into a hug* We'll keep working on that. *ruffles his hair* For now, it's time for bed.

*gets up and hauls Nathan onto his shoulders for a piggy back ride, and smiles when Nathan asks for a bedtime story*

*knowing he had an appointment with Penny for the wandless magic lessons at half one today, he figured he'd come in early and take advantage of the extra time to catch up with some work, especially since his Mum had taken Nathan out with her on errands and to get a haircut*

*he'd been buried in parchment since seven that morning, so that when security advises him that Penny was waiting for him at reception, he was glad for the reprieve*

*heads over and smiles when he sees her* Professor. *waves her over* I hope getting through security wasn't too traumatic.

*finds Parkinson in their secure area of the Order HQ* Just the Slytherin I wanted to see. Not that I don't want to see your counterpart, but I see her at work, and frankly, she scares me. *little grin, indicating he's joking*

I have a training mission for you. Well, actually, I have a small mission for Mysteries, and I'm taking you with me. Up for it?

*he's sitting on the floor in Katie's room, back resting against the all, arm slung over his bent knee* *it hadn't taken him too long to coax (Imperio) her out of her blackout, but he'd not been quick enough to stop her from hurting herself*

*he'd patched her up and stayed with her for a while; she didn't really fall asleep until about a half hour ago, even though she'd climbed back into bed* *he'd been sitting there since then, knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep*

*checks his watch -- it's past 6am, and he's got to get to work soon, though most importantly, he wants to get back home before Nathan wakes up so they can have breakfast and watch cartoons together, before he heads out to the Ministry*

*long, tired sigh* *he doesn't need sleep anyway; he's got work to do*

( To: 2nd Lts Greengrass and Patil )

( To: Pansy Parkinson )

( To: Katie Bell )

Who: Roger, Katie and Abigail
What: The confrontation
Where: Davies Residence/Park
When: Feb. 28
Why: Because he has a son and a friend to protect. And, a job to do.


( Then, she dies. )

( rp link )

*he'd gone by to check on Nathan and his mum a few times since last week -- usually, when Katie was sleeping or when he'd bring her to the Ministry (where she could stay in his office a while), but he'd been given an unofficial nudge by his boss this morning, telling him he needs to get his arse in gear and find Abigail; he thinks that's easier said than done, considering the woman's been in hiding for almost three years -- she's pretty damn good at not being found*

*so, he'd brought Katie along, this time, apparating them side along (which was starting to become the norm lately) to a sort of industrial park -- it was full of big buildings and warehouses* *he makes a beeline for the safe house, telling Katie to stick close to him* Okay, if anything happens, just scream your lungs out. I'll hear you. I'll just be right inside, yeah?

*after sending off an owl to The Powers That Be, and receiving the subsequent denied request to move Nathan and his mother to a Mysteries safe house, he moves them to a private safehouse Mysteries knows nothing about and sets his mother and Nathan up there* *he makes sure to heal his mother's wrist and tells her not to leave here until she hears from him or someone he sends, providing a passphrase for her to use to confirm indentities*

*despite his mother's protests (and orders for him to get himself to a hospital), he leaves them under the lock of the safe house, and heads out to his office to pack a few "essentials"* *as he's packing, he notices Katie's file on his desk and something clicks -- Abigail must have done her research to know his routine, and it would've been fairly easy for her to search court records... considering how easily she was able to project her empathy on random passerbys -- not to mention his mother -- he can just imagine the kind of damage Abigail could do using Katie*

*he shucks on his field robes over his torn, dirty and bloodied shirt (he's starting to feel the sting of that stab to the back and idly thinks he should get that wound cleaned before it gets infected), and apparates to Katie's flat from the apparition point*

*doesn't even have to knock on the door; he's got the lock and wards down in record time, and walks in* Sparky! Get your stuff.

To: THE POWERS THAT BE, SMOTH
From: SAECULUM, SMOTH

BLUEBIRD resurfaced. Identity confirmed. Operative gone rogue and traitor. Mark confirmed.

Civilians cross-fired. No casualties.

Target: child of BLUEBIRD and SAECULUM. Request Exfiltration Operarion for family of SAECULUM.

Advise.

( He's mine, Roger. My son. The Dark Lord wants him. )

Who: Roger and Padma
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Jan 27
Why: Because he's worried

( Shhhh. It's okay. You're okay, Pads. )

( rp link )

*he'd taken the afternoon off (like he's been doing every Thursday for the last month) to bring Nathan to his session with Healer Bensen to help his little man train his empathy* *he doesn't know exactly how a three year old boy is supposed to control empathy, but the Healer assures him that she's trained many children, that she's developed a curriculum and plan that's tailored specifically to Nathan's needs* *he's skeptical, mostly because most of the empaths he's ever met have never been able to fully control their gift -- except Abigail, but she also had years of Mysteries training to help her with that -- but they proceed with the exercises because, above all, he wants Nathan happy and healthy*

*he watches Nathan play and interact with the Healer from an observation room, and can't help smiling; he helped make this little person who's bright and happy and full of life, and he can't help feeling awed everytime Nathan beams a smile or laughs or sleeps or just is* *the healer's trying new exercises today, he notices, and makes a mental note to ask about them next time; he would right after the session, but usually, Nathan is tuckered out and needs a nap after he's done*

*an hour goes by, and finally, it's time to take Nathan home; he picks him up, and immediately, Nathan's arms wrap around his neck and puts his head on Roger's shoulder, all sleepy from "playing with the Not There Lady" (she's the Not There Lady this week; last week, she was the Sad Lady, and the week before, she was the Laughing Lady, and the week before that, the Happy Lady. He realised later, after observing them, that Nathan's description of the woman depended on the exercise for that week.); he's about to ask what that meant (Not There?), when the healer supplies that they were working on empathic sheilding today*

*mouth opens to ask more questions about it, but Nathan's sleepy and grumpy and starts fussing in his arms* *ruffles his hair, and kisses his temple, telling his little man that they're on their way home for a nap, promise*

*a quick goodbye later, he heads out to apparate*

*if he'd been paying attention to the healer, he'd have noticed her writing a note (It's confirmed. The boy's gift is as strong as his mother's. Advise our Lord.) and sending it off quickly*

To: Katie Bell
From: Roger Davies

Sparky,

We should talk. Let me know when I can swing by.

~Roger

Who: Roger and Cho
What: She has something to ask
When: Jan. 10
Where: Diagon Alley
Why: Because Etta's her family

( No rest for the wicked, then. )

( rp link )

To: Katie Bell
From: Roger Davies

Sparky,

Just checking up on you. My mum wants to know if you'd like to come by for dinner. (She says she wants to meet my little friends, like I'm four or something. I think she's starting to need adult time and not just Nathan time.

Think of my mum and say yes.

Roger

Who: Roger and Ernie
What: An interrogation
Where: Mysteries
When: Jan. 1
Why: Because strange things happen when Ernie's around.

( So. This begs the question: what's so special about you? )

( rp link )

Who: Roger and Remus
What: Remus has something to ask
Where: Undisclosed safehouse
When: Dec. 24
Why: Because Remus is paranoid.

( Can we not turn my girlfriend into a sacrifical lamb on Christmas, Roger? Please? )

*he's dressed in an elegant suit and tie -- he'd been on his way to midnight service with his Mum and Nathan when he'd received the owl, and had to beg off going (again)* *he tries not to let his mother's disapproving clicks of tongue get to him, since he understands why she's less than pleased with him: he's never had a proper Christmas with Nathan, always having been out working*

*it's not long after he arrives at the safehouse, that Remus arrives as well* *once they proceed through their usual meeting rituals, he leads him inside to the table* I'd say Happy Christmas, but since this isn't a social visit, I'll refrain.

What can I help you with, Remus?