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Javier Dominic Caplin
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Shifting his weight, Javier rummaged through the trunk at the end of his bed, looking for a particular magenta and silver dragon. He kneeled on one leg, half his body leaned over into the trunk, searching furiously through the contents.

"Shit," he hissed as his eyes darted towards the bed, thinking that someone must have found it lying about and thrown it out. Idiots, the tags were still fresh on it, it couldn't possibly be considered old and in need of disposal. The dragon was a present for a certain baby girl, and it would hit a seething nerve if someone had thrown it out.

It was an owl order made the day after he'd talked to Hannah in her room, in the hope that when she contacted her parents they'd agree to bring the child soon (without knowing anything about Javier's plans to see her), and he could give her the present. He'd received the packaged toy later the day he'd ordered it. Either way, he'd planned to keep it until he saw her. It was from one of the most expensive toy makers, individually crafted for her, because he wanted it ready to give to her today instead of rushing around last minute and picking a cheaper toy she wouldn't like as much.

His cold eyes glowered, glinting in the light of the dormitory; angry like he'd became affected by the toy dragon he couldn't find. His steely gaze drifted towards his cupboard, and his temper began to drain down once more. With a relieved titter he went over to it, picking up the pink stuffed animal which he found inside. Someone must have placed it in there after all. He tossed it in the air once, and then caught it again; shoving it into the bag he was going to take with him.

The last carriage would be leaving for Hogsmeade, and he didn't want to miss it. He gave a last look to the letter Hannah sent him the night before - My parents are bringing her to the village - I'll meet them and take her off on my own - meet me in front of the Paper Moon shop at midday - I can't wait to see you again, miss you. - then crumpled it into a papery ball and dropped it into the bin.

The carriages wouldn't wait, so he spun on his heel and walked briskly all the way to the main doors, passing Filch who drawled something disapproving to - or about - him, but Javier didn't stop to listen. He was rarely late for anything, and when he was, it was never anything of much consequence. Although this time was different, if only Nervil hadn't kept him busy with extra prefect duties that morning. It had left him little time to get changed into his casual clothes and find the toy. Both the clothes and gift were out ready, but someone obviously saw fit to tidy the dragon away while he was busy, making him late. He'd ask his dorm-mates later who it was. But it didn't matter now. He got into the second to last carriage, securing the bag by his side.

Midday, he could wait that long. He would see that his gift rested in the cradle of that child.
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All had gone to plan. The letter reached her parents in question of bringing Rebecca to Hogsmeade, and they returned one with a positive answer yesterday. They apologised for writing so late because they'd been busy. Hannah was happy to hear from them and she didn't mind if the letter was late. As soon as she'd heard, she'd written the note to Javier and received a short one back that said only - Alright. - Not much to go by but she took it as conformation he would be there. She'd met with her parents hours ago, greeted them as daughter should, then took the child off them. They went off to shop around the village while they were at the location and she took Rebecca, and they parted ways. She felt terrible for not telling her parents, but it was easiest in the long run if they didn't know.

And then part of Hannah wanted this first meeting to be just the three of them anyway. She didn't know how Javier would take to her and she wouldn't be able to stand her parents looking smug if he was to be awkward with the baby in front of them. Hannah's father especially, who was a good man although very protective and loving of his daughter, would like to see him mess up with her so he could prove she was best staying away from him.

So at about the time of half eleven she carried Rebecca as she walked around Hogsmeade, smiling at the girl's cheerful mutters as they traveled together. Her hood was up and random strands of hair hung from under the light blue material, while Rebecca wore a more colourful combination. It was pleasant to be holding her in her arms again. After about two and a half hours of leaving the school, she would admit she wished she had chosen an earlier time to meet with Javier. But of course arranging times was an uncertain business. Walking by some people, she opened the pale door of the village's potion shop. Stepping in and lifting a hand to the shop owner, she walked to the back and took out a parchment paper, and began to roam the shelves for items of use.
Javier pushed his hair out of his forehead, walking along the street alone. Now and then he stopped to talk and wander into shops with various friends, but it was a good moment to be alone. He had the time and space to search for some new robes for the end of year ball. That, of course, wasn't his main reason for being alone. He wanted to walk without all the normal distractions around him, nothing that would threaten to cloud his present mood.

With it being a confined village, Javier spotted Hannah in the street half an hour before their time of meeting. He looked swiftly around for the presence of her parents, both of who would make everything a lot more difficult than it already was. But they weren't nearby. Because Javier trusted himself not to lose his composure if they were to appear anytime soon near their daughter, he watched her walk into the potions shop. She had the girl with her, but he couldn't see anything much of her from where he was standing. When she entered into the shop, seemingly unaware of Javier's attentive eyes, he crossed the road and almost met with her in a few brief strides.

He could have been at her side only seconds after she went in, but his approach to the door slowed down, his hand touching the wooden door of the shop. There was hesitation in his eyes. Not much, but there was a flicker of emotion there. They were part of his family, and he shouldn't have been made to love a few people more than the others.

Although his parents weren't there in the village, he still felt the stern hand on his shoulder, and could remember the words of angry chastisement. In his fancy, he could almost feel them looking over his shoulder, envision their eyes watching to see what he would do. He knew full well what they'd say if they found out. More than anything, Javier believed what he was doing would hurt his parents more than anything. But it wasn't a foolish decision, nothing that he'd rushed into without thinking. He'd thought about it and weighed up the sides. That, at least, was enough justification for doing as he saw fit. Javier shook those thoughts from his head until they loosened their grip on him. They wouldn't have to know. He wasn't going to look over his shoulder.

He entered the shop, almost getting flown into by a cawing crow, a little ragged bird that he supposed was the disgusting pet of some sort of the shop owner. Turning his heel momentarily in the direction of the creature, he muttered "ugly feathered rat" sharply under his breath, then walked past the golden cage. He shot a glance around at all the various herbal jars that lined the wooden shelves, one after the other. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hannah standing, pondering over items, gathering some of them up. Without any trace of a smile, he walked up behind her, his footsteps quiet.

"Hello."
"Hello." Hannah looked calmly over her shoulder recognising the voice immediately. Ah, Javier, how he was a welcome sight. Yet something was not quite the same about him. Something was different.

"Are you alright?" she said, now a slight anxious. His voice had changed from how it was when they'd last met. It had become more... was that worry in his voice? And an angry look on his face? It was hard to tell with someone so emotionally closed as him. He was always the one who went into everything with a brave and hearty front... this was unusual.

"Someone wants to say hello..." Hannah continued, if this was one of the very rare occasions where Javier had lost the power to speak or simply couldn't find anything to say.

The little girl in her arms was instinctively wary of the new presence, but if she sensed something was different about this person than all the others who walked to and fro past her mother, she wasn't expressing it. Her hair was tied back in two plaits, some flyaway strands framing the delicate curve of her cheeks. Hannah tucked the strands behind her ears and lifted her higher up within the safety of her arms so she was closer to Javier. It took some manouvering to hold a child, a couple of potion bottles and a list, but she'd perfected the stance.
"Here," Javier took the bottles and list from Hannah's hand, to make it easier for her to carry Rebecca. He looked at the girl, and the innocent eyes that were completely trusting of both her mother and the world. Innocent, that was the one word that really described the look on her angelic face. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but a little part of himself was warming to her.

"I'm perfectly fine. I was making sure I wouldn't chance bumping into your parents. Apart from that, I'm not too good with babies, so don't expect me to know what to do," he finally answered, taking his glance off the girl, only to return it to her again seconds later.

"Hey," he said to Rebecca, holding his hand out to her fragile frame, watching with mild interest as her curiosity got the better of her and she took his fingers, and began touching his white-gold engagement ring with her tiny hands. She seemed interested in the black dragon emblem etched into the piece. It reminded him that he hadn't told Fae about all this. He supposed he would tell her in time, if ever she was to take an interest in the matter, or tell him to his face that he hadn't quite been himself lately. He wouldn't lie if she did, that was for sure.
"You've got nothing to worry about with this one. She's harmless, as long you're not an animal cracker..." Her voice was soft because she didn't dare break the scene. Rebecca deserved another relative to know her, and she needed that extra little pool of love. The only male figure in the child's life was her grandfather, Hannah's dad, and as caring as he was, she would benefit from having the rest of her family around her. Maybe a younger father figure. Javier would probably never want anything of that title outside of his own ideal vision of a family made of a married father and mother and seven or eight children that were his, but it was worth a go. She had nothing to lose by asking him and potentially something to gain. For the moment she let them get to know each other in their own way.

"You can hold her if you want... I've got something to ask you, but it can wait."

Her smile crept up a bit more. Rebecca wasn't scared of him, and that was an encouraging start.
"I don't think I should. Like I said, I'm not good with babies, whoever they are." Then Javier looked at the list and the few oddities in his hand he'd taken from his friend. Hannah must have wanted to buy some potions in the shop today, so it might be a help to her if he did hold the girl, just so she could pick up the items with more ease and move a bit more quickly.

"Well. If it quickens us up getting out of here, I'll take her for a bit."

He put his arms out for her, already knowing the best way to hold her. Thankfully the Caplin's didn't have the age-old tradition of ideally only having one child - the 'heir' - per married couple, quite the opposite with it being a large family, so he'd had his fair share of being around young children, even if it was nearly always without his approval.

The child clung onto his robes gently as Javier adjusted her in his arms, her weight lighter than he expected, but she didn't fuss or even cry out at being given over by her mother.
Hannah's smile was obvious now, but she turned away to hide it. This was glorious to her. Her slender hand perused the shelf and closed in on a potion bottle, then another vial filled with orange liquid. She heard a gentle mutter from behind her, and knew it belonged to Rebecca. She started to search another shelf for a few minutes.

"I can't find the healing fluids?" She remarked to the shop owner.

"No ma'am, Miss Hannah, the last ones were taken by one of the chaps visiting the village last week. Several chaps with him actually." The owner seemed nervous, and Hannah realised that. The chap in question must have really put him on the edge of his seat...

"May I ask who they were?"

"Ask all you want, ma'am, I don't know their names. They came in and took the whole shelf of healing potions without asking. I couldn't stop them. Shall I sell you those now?" He changed the subject, and Hannah knew he wouldn't tell her.

"Yes, sell me these."
Javier cast his attention onto the conversation, about to jump in and demand that the owner should be a gentleman and reply to the lady, but Javier also had the suspicion he would far rather face an angry customer than whoever it was who had taken his stock.

Something told him it hadn't been an everyday sort of robbery.

"Are you finished here now?" Javier spoke to Hannah, resisting the urge that rose in him to snap at the owner. He glanced over her shoulder, skimming the contents that she had marked and stroked-through on her list.
It was more than apparent they both had doubts on the validity of the owner's ability to deal with what had happened in his shop. He bagged the potions and took the money hastily, maybe so hasty to avoid more questions, and disappeared to the back of the shop before Hannah could say another word.

"Yes, I'm finished now," she replied and went on her business of putting the wrapped potions in her shoulder bag. Hannah gave the doorway the man went through a look, then led Javier out of the shop, taking some items from her large robe pocket and stuck them in her shoulder bag too.
"Someone has him spooked. Think it was Deatheaters?" Javier said blatantly, not concealing his words from anyone around them, ignoring any scared or suspicious looks that immediately shot his way. Deatheaters were getting far more dangerous nowadays, and any mention of them was bound to get unwelcome attention.

"Think about it, they'd need a lot of healing fluids and potions for what they do, fighting Aurors. I wouldn't be surprised if they cursed or beat their prisoners to the point of death, then made them keep living by giving them healing potions. What worse form of interrogation could there be than that."
The dreadful look that came across in Hannah's eyes made her whole face appear to frown. Hannah looked around feeling the presence of someone in their wake. It was only in her imagination surely...

"I don't want you to talk about anything like that in front of Rebecca. If there were Aurors around here, even Deatheaters themselves, both could jump on you and pull you away. Aurors I wouldn't be so worried of, they would never hurt you and would see you were fairly questioned. But Deatheaters. If you weren't a Caplin with all the connections your family has, they wouldn't have any second thoughts about bringing you down. They'd do so without blinking an eye. If Rebecca was with you, they might just decide to teach you a lesson about keeping quiet. Would you want that to happen?"

Hannah shook her head. She began to walk out of the street the potion shop was in, and into another well lit street.
"If I wanted a lecture, I'd go and ask my parents for another one, thanks," Javier snapped at her, then lessened his sharp tone when Rebecca flinched. His hand secured around her back, rubbing there gently, almost paternally. He didn't know if it calmed her, but he reasoned that it must - Javier had seen other people do that to children. It was partly an instinctual, protective action, but even he denied that to himself. At the same time he denied feeling the tiniest bit guilty that he'd just scared her a little by his threatening voice.

He snapped because of Hannah's tone, but mostly it was because he knew she was, perhaps, entirely right. It wasn't a great idea to walk around talking about such dangerous matters. Normally he wouldn't mind for himself, he was confident that way, but it was different when Rebecca was with him. If anything was to happen to her because of something he said or did, he'd have to live with that, and that wouldn't prove easy.

"You should take her back now you've got your potions. She's probably more comfortable with you."
"I wasn't lecturing you. I only want the best for those I love. You do what's best for you, I know, I'm not telling you to do anything. I know I couldn't even if I wanted to. I respect you. Rebecca likes you, you know. She wouldn't be keeping so quiet if she didn't," Hannah said with a small sigh. Her frown was rapidly fading away.

"I may be wrong when I think you like her too, but I hope you do feel that way for her. I'll carry her again if you really prefer it."
Javier silently accepted Hannah's explanation, and he said no more about it. He looked at Rebecca, and noticed she had calmed down. Her delightfully clear brown eyes were intent on exploring the silver chain around his neck, pulling it lightly to see the silver curiously tint red. It was a strange sort of chain, but one that had been made by a complex spell, and the blood and love from two people entwined, so it wasn't a normal sort of silver at all.

"I'll hold her for now. Let's get something to eat. I only managed a quick breakfast, and I ate a chocolate frog on the way here in the carriage, so I'll welcome anything nutritious. Anything that's not chocolate. Somewhere discreet so we don't bump into your parents. Why do you want healing fluids anyway? Have you just run out, or is there something specific you need them for?"
"I ran out, and they're the only potions I like having with me at all times. You never know what's around the next corner. There's never been any harm in preparation, especially with a baby. Now I'll have to owl order them. I hate doing that."

Now, the Three Broomsticks wouldn't be the best place to take Rebecca in, there were too many students there and it was the most popular place to be. If there was one place to be seen, then it was the Three Broomsticks. They'd have to go somewhere else. There were some other pubs around the village just as friendly, which were cosy places where people talked to others, where music and stories made for a pleasant atmosphere.

"Shall we go to the Dragon and Fiddle?"
"Let's. Maybe you should ask Severus for some of those potions when we get back to school? Even if he doesn't have them at hand, I bet he knows everything about making them. I haven't memorised the healing potion-mixes off by heart yet. I suppose I should. The Dragon and Fiddle it is."
"I'll do that. I don't know if he'll help me, or what to give him in payment, but it's worth a go at asking."

Taking the lead she began to walk out of the present street and into yet another one. Soon, the sign of the Dragon and fiddle was in sight. The old sign displayed a joyful picture of a faded green dragon playing a fiddle. Once inside she located everyone in the pub, and saw no one she knew. Perfect. She took her hood off, showing her whole pale face.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll order."

She turned and smiled softly at the sight of Javier adjusting to sit down at his chosen table with the child in his lap. In that moment, she once again saw the extremely protective side of him that most people overlooked. He didn't make it easy for anyone to know him well, but it was undeniably, inexplicably there. Was it only Hannah that could see that? Rebecca could already feel it, sitting with her head leaned against his chest in peace, having lost interest in the shiny chain seconds earlier.
"I'll just have some pasta, and a butterbeer while you're at it," Javier replied.

While Hannah went to get the orders for the both of them, probably something for the child too, Javier looked down at Rebecca, remaining unsmiling. She looked over to where her mother had gone to, and remarked with a slightly distressed "mama" accompanied with a small kick of her feet, like she wanted to get up and follow. Javier guessed it was one thing meeting someone new, but being left alone with them was another matter entirely, especially when the child was barely a year old and the person they were meeting was Javier.

He fetched a small sigh, rubbing the child's back again, then placed his hand gently on her legs. Rebecca looked back at his hand, and the calling of her mother ebbed away as she became distracted by his shiny rings again, the dragon one in particular.

"All this talk of being safe from Deatheaters, and always wanting healing fluids on her for your sake. She must really love you," Javier said quietly to the girl, who peered up at him and said something in the sort of conversational gibberish that babies of that age did.

"Interesting," Javier replied to her, not feeling especially embarrassed, talking to her. It took more than a little baby to make him embarrassed. Much, much more. The girl seemed to say something else, and laughed, grasping her fingers at Javier's shirt.
Hannah heard and saw everything, owing to the close proximity of the bar to where Javier had chosen to sit. She heard the distressed call, and it took a part of her heart not to answer it and return to her side. But Hannah knew she would be just fine. She did however feel more relieved when she saw the way Javier responded to her, and the childish laughter that was familiar to her.

The orders were given, and Hannah returned to the table to await them. She stroked through Rebecca's silky hair, then took the seat next to Javier.

"Mama." She heard Rebecca mutter again, but she now appeared happy to sit with her new friend.
"I bought her a present," Javier explained. He was grateful the conversation and mood was turning away from the subjects of Deatheaters. "I hope you don't mind."

He finally took the bag off his shoulders and lowered it onto the floor by the straps. With one arm firmly holding Rebecca, he opened the catch of his bag and pulled the top back. Out came the stuffed toy, the magenta dragon. Javier had taken the tags off in the carriage, so it was ready to give to her.
"Ooooh," Rebecca could be heard to murmur, holding her arms out toward the new plaything. When Javier handed it over, she gently clamped her fists around the dragon's neck and pulled it into her lap, and began poking the nose. She let out a babble of childish joy and released the toy's nose, petting the soft wings.

"It's fine, Javier. And the toy is brilliant. Thank you." Hannah smiled, touching Javier's shoulder in appreciation.
"I owl ordered it the day after we talked," and Javier went on to explain the details of how he'd hoped her parents would bring her to the village that day, and about what had happened that morning, back to all his hopes and other thoughts. He talked for so long that by the time he'd finished, the plates and drinks had arrived at their table, set down by the attentive bar keeper.

Rebecca was still exploring the dragon, and hugged it to herself when it looked like Javier was about to take it off her, so she could eat without getting crumbs everywhere.

"Look," Javier reached to the plates and picked up a cracker with a piece of cheese on it, and the cup of orange juice. "If you give me the dragon for half an hour, you can have the food. Fair deal?"
"You're still the master in the art of negotiation, I see," Hannah chuckled as Rebecca looked up at Javier, then the food and drink offered to her, and had to drop the dragon into her lap to grasp the handles of the cup with both hands.

Hannah leaned over and picked up the dragon toy to keep it out of the way, giving it a look over herself. It seemed expensive, but what else would she have expected from him. It was such a nice gesture, and from Javier, it was remarkably generous.
Javier kept Rebecca in his lap while they ate, finding it easy to sit with her there and comfortably eat, helping her with her food occasionally, or making sure she didn't spill her drink. He didn't mind too much because he put some napkins down so she wouldn't get anything on his clothes. Besides, Rebecca was quite a neat eater. And she was family, which meant he thought a lot more highly of her than any other children. At one point Hannah remarked that he was a natural with her, but he answered that it wasn't natural, just years of being in a big family. In denial, perhaps, but to admit to liking being with this baby was too much to ask of him, at least for now.

So they ate their meals and drank their drinks, enjoying the afternoon and the company of each other. Now and then Javier lapsed into silence, or gazed out the window looking at the people passing by, but mostly he ate and talked to Hannah.

When they were finished and satisfied with their lunch, he put his knife and fork down, and slid his hand into his pocket to find his money clip. Hannah argued against it, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, so she didn't have much but to let him pay.

"Here, you might want to take her while I pay," Javier said, lifting Rebecca over to Hannah and slid the girl's unfinished drink over to them.
She took Rebecca into her lap, and decided not to argue with him about who was paying this time. The girl coo'ed softly, and after Hannah had let her finish the drink off, she submitted to the girl's gesturing toward the stuffed toy and gave her the dragon once more.

On Javier's return, she put Rebecca down and let her stand while she collected her bag. She watched with amusement as she toddled over to Javier, looking up at the towering figure.

"Come on now, let Javier get his bag and put his money away. I hope you enjoyed that, Rebecca."

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