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Daisy Hookum. Hogwarts graduate, not in the order. Suspected alignment with the death eaters. Alastor took another glance, her words so gentle, demeanour so kind...

Moody stood a moment before giving as gentle of a smile as his mangled features could manage. " 'tis a beauty," Alastor turned to her a tad more, hed only recently gotten his cane and it was only just beginning to work in his favour. Magical of course, but temperamental magical items were not uncommon around Alastor it seemed. "Mind me rudeness then, Miss Hookum," Alastor nodded, "Paranoia seems to have gotten the best of me, well what's left."

The man's stature was not inviting, yet his tone remained oddly charming, "Mind walking me round the block?; if're going that way 'course, 'nother pair of eyes never hurt."

Daisy was obviously kind, Alastor had heard fond words from her time at Hogwarts, quite intelligent as well. But not in Slytherin; so why was his Intel leading him towards the Hookums? They had been promised safety no doubt... If only they knew the lies that monster spread, the empty promises and killing without a second thought. Safety wasn't in that Things nature.

But Moody had the feeling she may be too good to continue obeying the Dark Lord and if he could try, he was going to save whoever he deemed good.

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The light hit his features quite harshly, the burns and scars on his face started to become only a memory to him, and a reminder when he caught a glimpse in the mirror. But to others, he had no clue what they may think of his appearance now. 

Step. Bang. Step Bang.

The peg leg, that’s what Alastor called it, echoed on the footpath as he entered a tunnel just outside the Ministry. It had been a long day, and the call of an afternoon drink at the Leaky sounded lovely to his tired ears. And though his vision seemed to waver with exhaustion as well, his new glass eye was nothing but wide awake. It was a perk, he had to admit.

“Watch where ‘ya walking,” Alastor spoke to the person behind him, who had not made a sound, but his eye had caught them, “Little close for comfort considering the times…” There were few magic folk he didn’t know, and he liked it that way, always knowing who was who. Especially when someone was seemingly following him…

Daisy hadn’t planned on going out, but she was glad she did. She had spent the day in Diagon Alley, not intending on buying anything until she had reached the flower vendor that was stationed in front of Gringotts. She had struck up a conversation with the vendor, as she usually did, and he had mentioned he had gotten his hands on a mimbulus mimbletonia but had no idea how to care for it. Daisy, of course, was interested in helping the man, but he instead simply offered to sell it to her at a discounted price. It was still quite expensive - but it was definitely worth it.

Clutching the potted plant in her arms, she was now on her way home to ensure she could find a suitable spot in her greenhouse for her new friend. She was aware of the people moving around her, but all of her attention had been on the plant, and she hadn’t noticed just how close she had gotten to the man in front of her. Pausing her steps immediately at the intimidating voice, Daisy glanced up to realize she was only about a foot away from him. No wonder he had given her a warning, she would be uncomfortable with someone following that closely behind her, too.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Daisy said softly, still stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as she let him get some distance between them. “I’ve just been admiring my new friend, isn’t he so pretty?” She questioned with a grin, holding the lumpy plant out slightly so he could see it, if he decided to turn around to take a look.

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The light hit his features quite harshly, the burns and scars on his face started to become only a memory to him, and a reminder when he caught a glimpse in the mirror. But to others, he had no clue what they may think of his appearance now. 

Step. Bang. Step Bang.

The peg leg, that’s what Alastor called it, echoed on the footpath as he entered a tunnel just outside the Ministry. It had been a long day, and the call of an afternoon drink at the Leaky sounded lovely to his tired ears. And though his vision seemed to waver with exhaustion as well, his new glass eye was nothing but wide awake. It was a perk, he had to admit.

“Watch where ‘ya walking,” Alastor spoke to the person behind him, who had not made a sound, but his eye had caught them, “Little close for comfort considering the times...” There were few magic folk he didn’t know, and he liked it that way, always knowing who was who. Especially when someone was seemingly following him...

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Some day this pain will be useful.

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 Have you met ALASTOR MOODY? 

He turned THIRTY-TWO on DECEMBER 1ST,  is a PURE-BLOOD and is currently AN AUROR. I heard he belongs to the ORDER OF THE PHOENIX and was in GRYFFINDOR.