A Drink and Dance | Ash + Alastor
Alastor does his best to straighten out his flat. In the back of his mind he questions why he is going to such lengths to apologise to Aislinn Collins after canceling on her. It’s a part of his job, to cancel plans pertaining to his personal life. The murders of the Evans still stood starkly at the forefront of investigations his department are still trying to tackle and countless other minor attacks and damages to properties are coming up more and more. As Head Auror, he couldn’t start pointing fingers at suspected Death Eaters without probable cause but as an Order Member...the rules were far different. And perhaps the rules of the Order of the Phoenix will grant him breaks in cases as an Auror.
Breaking rules is not something Alastor feels any pleasure in doing but it must be done. He only feels incredibly grateful that he doesn’t have to be the one to act on it. Marcus has the nerve for it.
He trusts Marcus to do what needs to be done and will check on him soon enough. For now, Alastor forces himself to think less of his demanding work and more about just what he should do with the random mismatched mugs and cups he owns. His mother had a sense of togetherness in the home but it never made a dent in his own concept of home living. Now he wonders with Aislinn will notice all the odds and ends, worn and frayed books, the afghan his great grandmother made that is showing signs of serious improper care.
He takes two cups, one more finely crafted and the other a misshaped clay thing and carries them, along with a fine bottle of Ogden’s finest vintage Firewiskey into the front den. A fire lit for atmosphere for than the heat it gives off and the poorly appointed sofa and armchair are dusted as best as possible and Alastor awaits his guest’s arrival.
