alastor moody

[ @vodkalastor​ ]

Danny was a little too drunk to be as smooth as he normally was - or normally liked to think he was - and after a few minutes had definitely struck out and turned away from the conversation. He let out a sigh before muttering “fuck” under his breath and downing the last sip of his drink. “Nothing to lose now then.” He said before looking around for the nearest bar to get a refill. He stumbled over to it, nearly falling on another boy who was standing next to the bar. “Sorry, man.” Danny said, looking at the other with an apologetic smile. “My balance and my charm have left the building.” He said with a small chuckle at himself.

Alastor was already done with this party within the first five minutes of being there. But his need to drink was far stronger than how done he was with all those people. So he pushed his way to the bar, preferring to drink there rather than having to mingle with people. Plus, it was faster to get more drinks. He was already on his fifth - or was it sixth? - when he felt someone collide into him. And he quickly looked at his drink, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw it was still all in the glass, rather than spilled all over. “Not really the place to be charming anyway.” He said, the words slurring together. 

Alastor Moody + Outfit

“Yeah,” Andrew said, looking over the other’s shoulder at the castle. “Well, I’m not too big on crowds.” He let his camera drop against his chest as he turned and gestured to the lake. “And I like the view this time of the evening. It’s perfect for pictures.”

Alastor gave a small nod at the other’s words. “Yeah, not a big fan of them myself.” He commented, his head briefly turning to look behind him in direction of the castle. Honestly, in this moment, the farther he was from that place and the noise, the better it was. “So that’s your thing then? Pictures?”

Maybe Elise would have been better off with just leaving Alastor at the bar, where she had first found him. But she felt bad, and while she had no idea how to get into Gryffindor’s common room, she chose to drag him over to Ravenclaw’s coomon room, letting the boy crash on one of the couches. It was no surprise to find him there in the morning, and as she summoned both of them cups of coffee, the commotion of it seemed to wake him up. “Sorry.” She apologized, offering him a cup of coffee once both cups were in her hands. “Coffee?”

His eyes took a moment to glance around, noticing rather quickly he wasn’t in his own common room, before settling on the cup of coffee that was offered to him. “Yes, thank you. That would be fantastic.” He supposed by the fact someone else was awake and there was some light seeping through the window, that morning was here. Which meant he wouldn’t be able to catch up on more sleep before classes. “You are certainly not a bad sight to wake up to.” He commented as his eyes settled on her, only then realizing he might not be as sober as he’d hoped.

“Well I don’t know what you want. Booze? Me, naked?” He joked with a grin. “Like you’d leave me hanging. You missed me too much, mate.” Emrys was glad to have his friend here, able to be himself and not feeling like he had to thread on thin ice. “Really? You have met my family right? I genuinely think I’m the sanest one here. Actually, no, that’s probably Caden.” He pondered, before letting out a laugh. “Like you don’t fit right in with the rest of us nut jobs.”

“I’ve already seen one Abbott naked, I don’t think I need to see another one.” He joked. “I don’t know. I was getting quite used to the whole you being... not alive.” Which was a lie, of course. He was barely starting to get over it when Emrys came back, but he just figured making a few jokes out of it might brighten up the whole situation. “I don’t know, I think your grandparents are sane. It’s a shame they didn’t pass it down to you guys.” He grinned. “Do you mean I fit right in because of the whole insane thing, or the no parents part?”

from the bathroom gil dropped a bottle of shaving gel onto the ground, and could hear a noise from his room. when he stepped out with his toothbrush still hanging from his mouth, he saw alastor, awake.  “oye, look who’s awake.” he chuckled, noticing the startled boy sleeping on his small couch - as if he’d sacrfice his bed to somebody he wasn’t sleeping with. “what do i want? figure you’d be a bit more grateful to the bloke who saw you nearly blacked out on a moving staircase in the dead of night? gave you a couch to sleep on, yeah?” he rolled his eyes, going back into the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste. 

After sitting on the couch he apparently slept on, Alastor took a glance around, until he realized he really wasn’t in his dorm. And the boy coming out from the bathroom just confirmed it. “Right, thanks about that.” He told the other with a small nod. He’d seen him around for sure, but he never really paid much attention to him, so he was slightly confused as to why he even helped him. “Why’d you bring me here? Could’ve left me in a hall, I would’ve been fine.” And it also wouldn’t have been the first time he’d have woken up in a hall.

Thea took a deep breath as she approached her sleeping classmate, rolling her eyes. “Cm’on, Moody, let’s get’cha up…” She muttered, starting to nudge his arm with the side of her foot… with no response. So, the brunette crouched next to him, brought her hands next to his ear, and clapped, cupping her hands to create as loud of a sound as possible. “Aha!” She exclaimed when he woke up. “I want you to put on some clothes.” She told him, pulling off her robes and throwing them at him.

He blinked a few times, until his eyes adjusted to the light, before looking up at her. A small, playful frown formed on his face as she spoke. “Did you take my clothes off, Arslan?” He started, slowly sitting up. “Because if you wanted to see me naked, there’s better ways to do it.” He teased, but still gladly took her robes. Somehow, walking around in practically nothing wasn’t all that appealing to him.

Kingsley rolled his eyes at his friends words, before sighing a bit. “It was a book, a journal, from a couple hundred years ago. And… well, it talked about little people living inside sperm, and the muggle belief that witches kept male genitalia as pets.” He explained bluntly, knowing full well that Alastor had heard, and said, worse. “No, no, I’m fine. Emrys being back threw me off, I’m fine.”

Alastor made a small face as his friend described what he read, instantly regretting it. “Alright, that’s an image I won’t be able to erase from my mind. I deeply regret asking you about it.” He said before letting out a sigh. He certainly didn’t mind the change of subject, although he still didn’t know what to think about Emrys coming back. “It threw us all off. You know, he asked me to visit during Easter, it’s... I don’t know how to feel about that.”

Alice hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the Common Room. She’d just laid her head down on the table to rest for a minute, but then it was morning, and she was blinking blearily in the light filtering through the tower’s windows. As she picked her head up, rubbing the cramp from her neck, she knocked a book  off of the table. The resulting bang startled her mostly awake, but Alastor appearing suddenly from the couch he’d apparently been sleeping on made her nearly jump out of her skin. “What the hell are you doing here?” She hissed.

His eyes focused on Alice for a moment as he sat on the couch, fingers rubbing his temples. “I...” He started, glancing around until he assessed the fact he was in the common room. Well, at least that was better than a hallway or the Great Hall. And certainly more comfortable. “Guess I thought this was my bed.” He said with a shrug before looking at her again. “Seems like we both confused the commons as our dorm, though.”

Kasia was crouching over Alastor’s sleeping figure, doing her best to keep her balance given the headache she was sporting and nudged him in the ribs to get his attention. Somehow the two of them managed to fall asleep in a club, which wasn’t appreciated by the bartenders trying to close the place. “Alastor… Hey!” She snapped her fingers at him in an attempt to wake him up. Her own voice was groggy and hoarse, aftermath of last night’s partying. “It’s 5 am, they’re kicking us out.” 

Alastor rubbed his temples as he straightened up, taking a moment to glance around to acknowledge where he was. And sure enough, he remembered the club he’d been to the previous night. Must’ve been a good night if he slept there. “How is it already 5?” He said, although he wasn’t really looking for an answer. “Do you think we can make it in time for breakfast?”

“Hmm?” Lily groaned as she heard the question addressed to her, the words coming out of her mouth in an obvious slur. Her eyes squinted as she propped herself up on her elbows and with a blurred vision noticed a broken bottle she must have threw down in her sleep. “Fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Is all good.” He mumbled once he spotted the broken bottle on the floor. And he laid back on the table he was occupying, hoping to sleep a little longer. But he couldn’t quite keep his eyes closed, and he just found himself sitting up again. “Lil, when did we make it back to the Great Hall?”

It was late, 1am, 2am – she wasn’t entirely sure. Vivian just couldn’t sleep. Another letter she couldn’t get out of her mind. A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she crumbled the letter, stashing it in the draw of her beside table before pulling out the flask she’d stashed there.  Sneaking out of the common room with ease, she walked the halls, sipping from the flask -as she headed towards the astronomy tower. However, spotting a figure, she quickly hid the flask, tensing. That was, until she realised it was Alastor and relaxed. A laugh escaped her lips, and the girl shot him a look of amusement. “Is there a reason you’re sleeping in the hallways at two am?” She arched an eyebrow, taking the flask out, sipping from it again.

Alastor slowly pushed himself up the floor until he was in a seated position, a hand running through his hair quickly before he looked at the newcomer. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure where he was in the castle, let alone why he was sleeping on the floor. But by this point, he figured people probably knew he had a habit of sleeping just about anywhere when he was drunk. “Is there a reason you’re drinking and not offering me some?” He replied back, making a vague motion at the flask in her hand. He probably shouldn’t drink more, but who would stop him?

Andromeda needed a walk to clear her head. She’d mostly been at home for the holidays, but after certain… news had come to light – she’d needed the escape. She’d entered the courtyard when she spotted a figure in the corner, lips curving into a frown as she realised who it was. She’d not meant to startle him, grimacing as he jolted away. “Sorry,” She murmured, teeth sinking into her lower lip. “I was on a walk, Al, you know you’re not doing yourself any good sleeping outside,” Concern laced her features as she crouched down besides him. 

A frown formed on his face as he slowly took in where he was, eyes squinting until he could adjust to the sudden light. Slowly, the figure started becoming clearer until he could recognize Andromeda. Not that he hadn’t recognized her already when she spoke. “Well, I’m getting some sun. It’s not entirely bad.” He commented, making a vague gesture up at the sky.

Addison was desperate to get away from the bustle of the great hall, not finding herself particularly that hungry. Hoping to find peace by the lake, she headed over there. Upon seeing a familiar figure, Addison pinched the bridge of her nose, a pang in her chest. The two of them hadn’t really spoken since seventh year, and looking at him stung – because he reminded her so much of Freya. Still. She hated seeing him like this. “Nope, not Merlin, try again,” She deadpanned as she got closer. “Well I wanted peace and quiet, but clearly that’s not happening. Interesting place for a nap, Moody.”

Upon seeing Addison, he let out a sigh before plopping down to the ground again. If he wasn’t just waking up, he probably would’ve left. Conversations between were always quite tense, and he was trying to avoid any reminder of Freya. But he couldn’t be bothered to leave for now. “Addison.” He acknowledged, opening his eyes again to stare up at the sky. “Well, it’s not the worst place.”

Adira found herself, for a moment, stuck simply staring at the shirtless man on the ground before her. She, herself, was a little drunk, trying to sneak back from the Slytherin dorms to go to bed. “I–Merlin, where’s your shirt?” The rosiness of her cheeks possibly gave it away, but seeing a classmate she barely knew in such a state possibly added to the color on her cheeks. She managed to draw her gaze up to his face, trying to train it there as best she could. “What do I want? You’re the one sleeping in the hallway, Moody.”

At her words, he took a glance down to assess the fact his shirt was indeed missing, before slightly pushing himself up on his elbows. A small frown graced his face as he glanced around, trying to figure out which hall he was in exactly. But they all looked the same, particularly when he wasn’t exactly sober, so he brought his attention back to her instead. “At least I’m only missing a shirt.”

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“You took your bloody time getting here,” Emrys huffed, stepping to the side to allow the other to enter the house. It was weird, being home. Everyone was fussing over him, Rhos and Winnie had cried at least twice and he wasn’t entirely sure how to deal with it. Cain still looked like he didn’t trust him, and Caden could barely look him in the eye. Personally, he thought Caden coming home was more shocking than him coming back from the dead, but Winnie had all but slapped him up the backside of his head for that comment. 

It’s why he’d tried to encourage some of his friends to visit, a good distraction from the chaos that was his family. “I’m literally being driven insane. Welcome to the madhouse, Mate. Please save me.”

“You didn’t give me any incentives to come earlier. Just be glad I showed up at all.” Alastor teased as he walked in. It had been a while since he’d been there, and after Emrys’... death, he didn’t expect to be coming back. But then again, he didn’t expect to see the other boy again either. Yet there he was, standing right next to him. A playful frown formed on his face as he turned to his friend again. “I’m fairly certain it’s only a madhouse when you’re around. If anything, I should save them from you.”