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@amoody
Alastor Moody.
He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola He say, "I know you, you know me" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free Come together, right now Over me
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To be honest the only reasons he had agreed to this was Alastor. Otherwise she would not have set foot in this kind of situation again. She had left this life, left these people. It had been a dangerous thing to do. But she knew Alastor wouldn't let anything happen to her. He knew what her life had been like. She trusted him more than anyone else in this world.
"Hi you." She murmured, visibly relaxing as he came over. It wasn't that she was on edge the whole evening, she just couldn't fully relax. "Probably." She mused with a laugh, glancing at who he was looking at. "Pureblood men think they can have anyone and everyone" She added with a roll of her eyes. "Bloody idiots"
He folded his arms across his chest, leaning back against the wall to help support himself and take some weight off his prosthetic. “Cheating, or perhaps… siblings?” He inquired, a small smile sitting permanently on his lips as he continued to watch their interaction. “Honestly, why’d you ever leave this life? Best free entertainment I’ve had in quite some time.” Alastor teased, knowing exactly why she had left. No matter how normal they may seem at this moment, he knew that most of the people in this room were not good people, and they would throw a hex at anyone if it benefited them. “Hey now, watch yourself. I’m a pureblood man myself, you know.”
Sinistra knew how the dress looked on her, the way it hugged her curves, and the silk would glide across her body with such ease. An illusion for those to wonder about, and oh, how she liked being the centre of ones fantasies. "I'm curious where you'd liked to be." The witch smirks, a hand coming up to run the pad of her finger down the length of his tie.
"Careful Moody, I'm starting to think you are hitting on me." Sinistra would not mind if he was, a hand coming to rest on his chest. "A witch likes a little effort." Now would not be the time, but there was always another night, where she could explore him further. "I am, now." Some truth to her words, but an act was still required of her; she was expecting it to be an act. "Did you ever hear anything more on that stalker I talked to you about?" She wasn't entirely sure if there was one but she could sense one in the shadows.
Where would Alastor like to be right now? It was a bit of a loaded question. To most anyone else, he’d simply answer ‘anywhere but here,’ but now that Sinistra was on his mind, it was a completely different answer. “Anywhere you want to take me,” He answered after a moment, a smouldering look on his face as he attempted to flirt with her. Alastor was never the charming type, always far too brash to be charismatic. He did try every now and again, though, and it usually seemed to work in his favour.
Nodding his head slowly at her question, Alastor let his eyes move away from her in order to scan the crowd. He wasn’t usually one to speak on business matters outside of the auror office unless it was necessary. He knew that the stalker in question had really shaken her up, and figured it would be okay to give her some information. “We do have two people in our sights, but we don’t have any solid evidence. I was gonna call you into my office once we got some more information.”
Rod was feeling much better after being out of prison for a little while now. He had made it to the ministry daily, reporting in for wand checks just like he had promised. Now, today was no different but there was an event happening and he simply couldn't pass up the opportunity to mess with his favorite guard. He did bring a treat with him. A little pastry he had picked up from an abnormally pink individual behind the table. Granted in a pink suit himself he couldn't say much. Meeting his mark he smirked as he headed over to him. He tutted as he got closer. "You know, if you wanted to follow me around all day you could hire me back." He offered the pastel cupcake. "I've been a very good boy, I assure you, Alastor." @amoody
Alastor knew that by agreeing to guard the wedding of two notable pureblood families, he would be bound to run into a few people he didn’t necessarily want to see. He was already being tortured enough by Rodolphus choosing to appear in his office every morning, he didn’t want to see him out and about, too. But, Rodolphus had connections to the Black family, and Alastor knew he’d be forced to see the man.
Keeping his stance tense and his arms folded as Rod approached him, Alastor couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Coming from the man that specifically looks for me everyday when any auror could check his wand.” He replied, eyes falling down to the cupcake in his hand. Admittedly, he was absolutely starving, but he knew better than to accept candy from strangers. “I know you have been, but you will never have a Ministry position again. Y’know the Minister himself has a photo of you in his office with big red letters saying ‘do not re-hire’ on it.”
Alastor was feeling very uncomfortable, and he was glad to see that the party was beginning to thin out. It seemed the only ones left were family and close friends. That being said, however, he was still uncomfortable, knowing what was hidden under the sleeves of most of the people in the room. He'd never let his discomfort show, however, especially since he was here doing a job.
With the majority of people leaving, Alastor went to look for the groom, hoping he could be relieved of his duties and let the other aurors go home for the night. After searching for a few minutes, he sighed and tapped the nearest person on the shoulder. "Excuse me, I don't suppose you've seen the groom around, have you?" @r-lestrxnge
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There was no one else he'd rather be stuck on security duty with. Alice was someone he could easily talk to and keep him in high spirits thoughout the night. Although this wasn't the action-packed Auror duties the pair of them were used to, at least they still got to work together. "Psst," Alastor nudged Alice on the arm as he took a step closer to her, "Look at those two over there. Looks like they're arguing. What do you think it's about?" He questioned. "The taller guy keeps looking at the shorter guys date, d'you reckon someone is cheating?" @xaliceinaurorlandx
He'd been trying so hard to avoid him all night, but every time he turned around, there he was. Evan Rosier. Thankfully he had managed to avoid speaking with him, not particularly fond of his holier than thou attitude. However, it seemed at this point he was trapped, with nowhere to hide and no one else around to catch his attention. He should have waited to use the restrooms.
Alastor stood in front of the sink, taking his time as he washed his hands. Hopefully Evan wouldn't notice him, though he felt that it would be quite impossible. The man was seemingly obsessed with him. He avoided looking up into the mirror, not wanting to make eye contact with him. @perfecterosier
There weren't many people at the reception that Alastor didn't expect to see, however Micah Mulciber was on the list of unexpected invitation holders. He did notice them as he was working the door, although he wasn't the one to check their invite. He couldn't help but to notice how nice they looked, and wondered where they had gotten ready.
A few hours passed before Alastor was able to leave his post and go get something to eat. He wasn't looking for a meal, but simply something to snack on to help keep him alert. Working his way through the crowds, he found himself at a table full of cheese, and he was quite delighted. Picking out a few things and placing them on a small paper plate, Alastor turned to return to his post, nearly knocking over someone else in the process.
"Sorry mate -" Alastor started, a hand reaching out to steady the other. He immediately retracted, realizing it was Micah beside him, and his stance straightened slightly. He was still unsure of Micah's opinion of him, and didn't want to do anything to make things any worse for them. "Oh, Micah. Nice to see you." He said awkwardly, clearing his throat before speaking again, "You look really nice tonight. Your hair is very pretty." @micahmulciber
After a raucous evening at Daisy and Tilden’s party, where the drinks flowed as freely as the laughter, Rosmerta found herself caught up in the merriment and mischief. As the night grew deeper and the stories wilder, a daring idea took root. She knew Alastor would be at the Malfoy wedding reception, likely on security duty or just scowling at the frivolity. The idea of seeing him was too tempting.
With a few too many sips of firewhiskey warming her blood, Ros decided to crash the Malfoy wedding. The security at the backgate was rumored to be lax, thanks to an overzealous guard who’d indulged in the celebration. Slipping through the unguarded post with a thrill of excitement, Rosmerta made her way into the lush gardens of the Malfoy Manor. The night air, filled with the scent of orange blossoms and the distant sound of punk rock covers from the Weird Sisters, felt electric.
She adjusted her flowy, pastel dress and smoothed her hair, her steps slightly unsteady but determined. Finding Alastor amid the elegance of the reception would be challenging, but Rosmerta was never one to back down from a challenge. She imagined his surprised face, the quick flash of annoyance followed by the grudging admittance of her audacity. That thought alone spurred her on, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. Tonight was a night for unlikely adventures, and Rosmerta was ready to make it memorable. @amoody
As the night grew later and the attendees at the wedding reception were getting increasingly intoxicated, it was becoming more bareable. Alastor made sure to stick to the shadows, only really interacting with others when they interacted with him, first. It was surprisingly calm for a room full of former (alleged) Death Eaters, but he wasn't going to complain about it. He was glad things were quite normal once again.
Alice had covered his post for him as he wandered outside into the garden, needing some fresh air and a cigarette. He didn't smoke very often, but being sober in a room full of drunk bell-ends made the craving quite unbearable. Although he was somewhat on a break, Alastor remained vigilant, observant, keeping his eyes on the guests dancing throughout the garden and those using it as a passageway between the home and the pavillion. It was possible he would have missed her if he hadn't been on such high alert.
"Rosmerta?" Alastor called out to her, taking a few quick steps to catch up with her. "I can't say I was expecting to see you here. Did Alice let you in?" He knew that technically he should ask her to leave if she didn't have an invite, however he certainly didn't want to throw out one of the few tolerable people at the party. "You look lovely, would you like something to drink?"
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Sinistra was surprised to see that Alastor was doing security at the wedding. She wasn't going to complain, it would give her some entertainment. It was a shame who he was, considering how she found him attractive, leaving her conflicted. Yet, there was a reason for her flirtatious ways, anything to help a friend.
Slender fingers plucked up a fresh glass of champagne before making her way over to the auror. Amber hues look him over, a suit looking very hot on him. "Alastor." A smile on her crimson lips. "I figured this would be the last place I'd find you." Sinistra wasn't going to complain.
Alastor remained at his post as much as he pssibly could. He was stationed near the front entrance, and needed to ensure that everybody that entered either had an invite, or was the date of an invitation holder. It was honestly a bore, but he figured it was better to be out of the office than in it. It was nice to be able to stretch out his legs every once in awhile.
His eyes locked on to Sinistra as she approached, a half smirk appearing on his lips. She was always beautiful, but the way her dress hugged her curves was just right and it was certainly doing something for him. "It's not where I'd like to be right now," Alastor agreed, "However I'd never complain about being somewhere with you in my line of sight. Are you enjoying the reception?"
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Alastor Moody & his security outfit
Alastor was a little upset to hear that even though he would be working, he still needed to follow the dress code of the wedding. He sported an all-black suit in order to attempt to blend in with the shadows, with a couple of embellishments as conversation starters. No other accessories besides his wand & prosthetic leg.
Micah leaned loosely over to one side, reaching for what was left of their joint under the bench but also taking the opportunity to settle their feet more firmly to the ground, getting ready to push theirself to their feet. They flinched at the sound of that tone in Alastor's voice, hesitating only a moment in the motion before continuing as they had been, twisting the end of the joint shut before stuffing it into their pocket. Their left hand stayed hidden deep inside their coat. "Doesn't matter what you're here for," they answered him casually. Standing up, they swayed a little where they stood but they returned that tone of voice with a slight glare, looking over the auror as if unsure what to make of him. They weren't entirely sure. He made them uneasy. "What're you talking about...?" "Talking like i've got no place to go. You don't know me." They were sure that Morganite hadn't had their disownment reported anywhere. "And anyway..." "... You're mad f'you think i'm just going t'trust you. Like i've got any reason to trust you..." lost fingers aside, Alastor Moody was a man of the law. And somehow he'd been responsible for setting them free. Just like Dumbledore, it seemed like he wasn't above betraying his own morals.
Alastor held back a smirk as Micah spoke. They were right, Alastor didn't know them, and had no idea what their situation was. However he did know that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had gotten multiple complaints about somebody matching Micah's description, somebody that had been spotted sleeping on the streets and potentially dealing drugs. No, Alastor didn't know Micah on a personal level, but he knew enough. He knew they needed at least a little bit of help. A little bit of guidance.
"Maybe I am mad." Alastor agreed, head nodding slowly, "You're not the first person to call me mad, y'know? It's starting to catch on as a nickname." His eyes rolled slightly at the thought, he didn't give a fuck what others thought about him, but being called mad on an almost-daily basis made him question whether or not it's true. "I think only a madman would invite an ex-convict over to their place and expect it to go well."
His arms were folded across his chest, but Alastor realized it was quite an intimidating stance. He relaxed slightly, moving his arms down to his sides. "You don't need to trust me, Micah, just accept the help. I won't even stay home, I'll give you the place to yourself. Just come take a shower, have a nap and something to eat."
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This time last year, when things had started to really fall apart with her mental health, Dorcas hadn't imagined that she would be here, at work. Things had gotten hard for her, and then harder still, but somehow she had made it through. She was grateful that she hadn't completely ruined everything, and that her bosses had welcomed her back with a smile, although she was technically still on probation, but it was better than nothing. Dorcas just couldn't think about how they were letting criminals out of Azkaban, Death Eaters that hadn't proved that they should be out in the streets as far as she could tell. But who cared what she thought, right?
Dorcas hesitated outside Alastor's office, but she didn't know why she was nervous to see him. She was going to be grateful to him forever even though he would probably insist that he didn't do anything. She finally knocked on the door and waited patiently for him. When the door opened, she had to smile. He hadn't changed. "I don't know, depends on how busy you are," Dorcas replied.
Alastor couldn't stop the wide smile that spread across his lips at the sight of Dorcas. He couldn't believe the resilience this girl had considering the state that he'd found her in Knockturn Alley. Of course he kept in touch with her, with letters and through Messenger Book, but he never wanted to be around too much, just in case he was a trigger for her. But here she was, standing outside of his office wearing her Ministry clothes.
"Hey, kid." Alastor spoke softly, his arms opening to invite her in for a hug. He squeezed her tight for a moment before pulling away, giving her a once over. Her scars seemed to heal nicely and there was little notable evidence of whatever hell this poor girl had gone through. "C'mon, let's have some tea." He nodded his head back towards his office before retreating back inside, intentionally keeping his door open so Dorcas didn't feel trapped inside. He tapped the kettle to heat up as he passed by before sitting down in his chair. "How are you feeling?" He asked, genuinely worried.
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Rosmerta stepped into Alastor’s office, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. “Thanks, Alastor,” she said as she took a seat. She watched him prepare the tea, feeling a bit more at ease with his thoughtful gesture.
“Honestly, Alastor, I still wanted to thank you,” she began, her voice sincere. “I know you say it’s just what any decent person would do, but it meant a lot to me. The last thing I remember was having one too many and then waking up at home, safe and sound.”
She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Working in a bar, I’ve had my fair share of close calls. People try things, and sometimes things almost happen. It’s a part of the job I wish didn’t exist, but it does. The fact that you stayed and made sure I was okay, without taking advantage, really means a lot.”
Rosmerta gave a small, appreciative smile. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, you went above and beyond, and I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate it. You didn’t take advantage of the situation, and that says a lot about who you are.”
She leaned back in her chair, looking at him with genuine gratitude. “So, thank you, Alastor. For being there, for looking out for me, and for making sure I was okay.”
Alastor could feel his jaw clench slightly as Ros spoke. He hated the thought of someone taking advantage of another while they're in a vulnerable state. Especially someone like Rosmerta, somebody who had provided so much hospitality for wixen throughout not just the UK, but throughout the world. It wasn't right, and Alastor wished there was something more he could do about the situation.
Hearing the kettle whistle, he snapped back into reality. With a wave of his wand, the kettle poured tea into two simple teacups, which then levitated towards the two of them. "I've got some Hit-Wix who could use some extra work, if you need some more protection at the bar." Alastor offered, thinking it was the best thing he could do to ensure her safety when he wasn't around. "And if you ever need me, don't hesitate, alright?"
Picking up the bottle of Firewhiskey that Rosmerta brought along with her, Alastor popped the top before adding a splash into his tea. He glanced over to Ros with a smirk on his lips and a raised eyebrow, tilting the bottle towards her slightly. "Think it's a good idea for you to have one, too?" He teased.
Alice had a matching smirk on her lips as she looked at him. "Of course it is. I always make your day better" Confident as ever. But she knew he'd have her no other way. The smirk stayed on her lips as he looked to see who was around. She knew exactly what he was doing. This wouldn't be the first time that they'd done this. "Anything for you boss." it was the case. They both knew she disliked the paper work. But she did try. Even if in this case, she hadn't actually brought any paperwork with her.
Alice stepped into his office, purposefully brushing up against him as she did so. She had to admit, this was far more exciting that her paper work had been, which she had actually abandoned to come here. "I mean.... we could do that...." She mused, as she wondered towards his desk, carefully moving the papers into a pile before she sat on it. Glancing over her shoulder, she smirked at him. "But it wasn't actually on my agenda for our meeting."
