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[potter]

Elliot sighed when she woke up that morning, she wasn't going into work, she wasn't planning on going anywhere. That day marked her twentieth birthday, and truthfully, she didn't feel anything like celebrating. The attack on the auror office was still fresh in her mind. Security had been tightened to the point where she needed to be intensely interviewed just to be allowed in the office, this new movement was becoming more and more brazen. Attacks on people of nearly any social standing had increased. In response, Elliot had finally joined up with the Order. She knew this was more than just unrelated attacks from uncoordinated Dark wizards and witches- they were an organization.

Elliot was determined to fight them, not only for herself, but for her fallen comrades. She still vividly remembered the scene they had come across, all the blood, the way their eyes had been open but saw nothing. Violet had been lying in a pool of her own blood, atop her pregnant belly. They had been too late, even to save the child... Elliot shuddered, she had been having nightmares about it, she didn't need to remind herself of that during her waking hours. It was her birthday, she was supposed to be happy.

But that was the thing, Elliot wasn't happy. Truthfully, she was scared out of her mind. Scared she too might become prey of an attack like that, or her friends, or her family, or Erik... She bit her lip as she got out of bed, with the intent of going to the kitchen for coffee, though changed her mind when she got there and went for wine instead. She thought it odd, it was barely nine in the morning, but it would make her feel good. "Fuck it, it's my birthday," said Elliot, justifying her actions aloud although no one was there. She popped the cork on the bottle and poured herself a generous glass.

She grabbed an apple off the counter to make something of a breakfast out of her peculiar early morning beverage choice and had been about to go sit down on her couch when there was a knock at the door. This early? Elliot sighed, swallowing the overlarge bite of apple she had taken and putting her glass of wine on the counter. Still in pajamas, hair a mess and apple in hand Elliot answered the door to look at...

[erikoliver]

Erik, standing there with a bouquet of flowers. He knew Elliot didn't want a show, but he couldn't help but stop by with a little token of his appreciation. He also knew that she was up early most days. Ever since the attack at her place of work, she'd been on edge. She could deny it all she wanted, but Erik could see the way her eyes had sharpened in worry. An amused smirk painted onto his face when he saw the disarray she was in.

"Isn't it a bit early to be drinking, dear?" he quipped, eying the large glass filled with a generous amount of wine. Shaking his head, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He and Elliot had been dating for the longest time, and it was a natural motion, him coming into her house like that. He leaned in and pecked her on the lips, then disappeared into the kitchen to locate a vase. "Happy birthday, darling," Erik called, poking his head out from the kitchen and blowing her a kiss.

[potter]

Elliot smiled, though halfway blushed at the same time. Normally when she knew she would be seeing Erik she might put a little effort into her appearance, at the very least be wearing something other than her pajamas. "Perhaps," Elliot replied with a shrug, though she felt her actions were justified. It was her birthday, after all. She tolerated wine well, she would have to go through half a bottle before feeling anywhere near drunk. Of course, she might end up drinking the whole thing before the day was out, but definitely not all at once. She returned his kiss of greeting before following Erik to the kitchen.

Elliot seated herself on the counter where she had left her wineglass, taking a bite out of her apple as she did so. Really, she was glad that Erik had turned up, these days she didn't care much for being alone. She just hoped that he hadn't gone through any trouble for anything celebratory, she didn't think she could handle it. "Thanks, love," said Elliot, smiling again. She sipped her wine delicately to fill the silence, she was still slightly groggy from having woken up so early, though she hardly noticed.