Moondance

[Demetria Gabor]

Demetria Gabor sat on her couch with a knee crossed over the other as she hunched over them both and tied her shoe tightly and switched to the other. She was about to go for her six kilometer walk as always and as she peered to theside and through the window to see the bright moon she couldn't be happier to do so. Although nights were only getting colder there was something missing when she didn't have her nightly walk and even if it was only once every month, to avoid being eaten or bitten by a werewolf, it was not something she liked to do. But the woman liked the freedom and if she were to be a werewolf she would be stripped of it and every time she wanted to visit her grandchildren she would have to ask permission from the government. The woman quickly dismissed this thought as she stood up and rubbed her thighs before she left the warmth of her home and locked the door with the flick of her wand-hand. The woman took a sharp inhale of the cold air and felt it sting her throat and settle in her stomach before she exhaled and continued to walk on to keep herself warm. Her strides were long and fast with the balls of her feet burning into her blue-on-white sneakers and the only sound she heard was her breaths and the sounds of her shoes on the pavement which was something she so enjoyed. That, coupled with the moonlight on her rosy cheeks, was very peaceful and was the only reason she was able to get to sleep at night instead of think of those she had sent to the Dementor's Kiss as an Auror, despite knowing that the criminals had deserved what they got for their brutal murders or torturing of innocent people.

Demetria walked on, making lists in her of things she had to do the next day and thought of writing her daughter because it had been far too long since hey had spoken and they were both due for an update on each other's lives as well as her grandson's life. Perhaps she would make an impromtu visit, instead. The last thing she wanted was that all she would be to him is a couple of stories his parents told him. So the woman nodded to herself at that thought, making it a finite decision and just hoping that her daughter and son-in-law wouldn't mind it. With this thought a gush of wind went through her so she put her hood on and moved at a faster pace, practically jogging, just so she could warm up because everything was fine when it was day but night was a different thing when it came to temperature. It, unfortunately, didn't occur to the hooded figure that she would look somewhat frightening to anyone else crossing her path.​

 

[Amanda Hilsinger]

Amanda's children were grown now, and she had not been there to watch them do so. It was her biggest regret in life, now her son was getting married, her daughter married with children and her younger son in school and reunited with the family. It seemed as though all the life the older woman had been living had caught up on her, she was almost fifty now and there was so much more life that she wanted to live, the life she had been robbed of by her ex husband. It was now a weeknight, and she would spend it the way she always did, walking her labrador puppy. She had not ever anticipated feeling as lonely as she did now, in her marriage she had always felt isolated, but at least the tethers to her husband had been there. Now it seemed as though she was completely alone, the puppy had been an intelligent addition to her home and had given her something to play mother to once more. Pulling on a fitting tracksuit and tieing her blonde hair up, Amanda looked into the mirror. The reflection that stared back at her seemed so unknown. After so many years in a failing marriage she did not know who she was, she had left the Death Eaters, left her marriage, left her children. Now what did she have left but her integrity, her modest home and her labrador. It was the nights that she walked the puppy that she became consumed by her own thoughts, though no matter how many times she went over her life and how things could have been different, they did not change.

She was still Amanda Hilsinger, divorcee, unemployed and alone. "Come on, baby, come" she called, kneeling down so that she was nose to nose with the golden creature. She clipped the leash onto the puppy's collar and slipped on her trainers, and with that she entered the night, smiling up at the moon, almost full now. She was comfortable in the dark, though it seemed it was not a safe place for a woman, Amanda admited to being afraid of only one thing, her ex husband. So as she walked it was no surprise that it was slowly and peacefully, she did not fear murderers or wolves or kidnappers. She feared but one man. As she strolled she thought she spotted a figure in the distance, a dark hooded shadow that stopped her in her tracks. The figure was moving towards her at an alarming pace, "Marcus?" she questioned as she inhaled sharply the cold night air. She had managed to escape him and the Death Eaters but her anxiety was high with the man she used to call her husband. With one swift movement she leapt off of the path and fell into a nearby bush, her legs flailing in the air, her puppy merely standing and staring at her quizically, in no hurry to rush to her defence.

 

[Demetria Gabor]

As Demetria continued to walk at the same fast pace she saw a woman and her dog and smiled down to the dog, not hearing the woman's question but just as she was about to pass the owner and pet the woman fell into a bush. She nearly jumped from the shock and she said before she could stop herself, "Merlin's beard!" Demetria stopped and turned towards the woman and offered her hand as she asked, trying to not let amusement seep into her voice, "Are you okay?" She looked down at the blonde haired woman and grasped her wand tightly from inside the pocket of her sweater in case there was something strange going on because she'd never seen someone purposefully - and this certainly was on purpose - fall into shrubbery. Just as Demetria leaned over to look at the woman the dog walked up to her and made her loose her footing and extend the arm that was in her sweater to balance herself but she had dropped her wand. When Demetria was balanced she looked around and muttered to herself, "Damn." She scanned the area as she offered her hand to the woman once more but infinitely more distracted now that her wand was somewhere on the ground. She feared that the puppy with the wagging tail would step on it and break it because she had never felt so comfortable with any other wand and would hate to separate herself from it, it was an extensional of herself after all. But she could hardly ask this woman if she saw a brown stick anywhere in case she was a muggle and memory charms were never her forte. Of course she could also summon it but the time without her wand in a muggle area made the former auror's stomach twist with anxiety.

Demetria shook off her hood, immediately recoiling as a gush of the cold night air lapped on her face but this woman seemed rather squirrel-y, why make things harder than they needed to be? The older woman remembered when she had been like this as a fresh auror, jumping at the sound of every broken twig and expecting to find death at her doorstep all the time but things changed as time went on but now as she looked at her hand through the moonlight and saw her aged skin she realized that it had been the best decision to change departments even if she missed the excitement and satisfaction of putting Death Eaters to Azkaban. Now her career was all the paper work without the fun but she did have her health unlike this woman who seemed to be nuttier than a pecan pie.​