#mp:alice

Harumph. Alastor was quickly growing tired of all the facetious celebrating taking place after the trial of Milton Mulciber. Every one and their mothers (literally, in some cases) were celebrating the real end of the war and justice finally being served. With each congratulatory handshake and relieved sigh, Alastor Moody's nerves wound a little tighter. He searched the crowd for someone showing a bit of sense and finally his gaze landed on Alice Fortescue, and he offered her a nod of approval from across the room.