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Being entirely honest, it wasn’t a total surprise when Dumbledore had asked Alastor if he wanted to be Head Boy for the upcoming school year. The Gryffindor had been a prefect his previous years, had good grades, and was more times than not trying to help his peers. Though, it also wouldn’t have been a surprise if he hadn’t been asked because Alastor found himself in detention a decent amount of times through the years for getting into a fight or duel. He always insisted it was usually another way to help his peers, though McGonagall had gotten sick of hearing that one. Remus Lupin, a fellow Gryffindor, was a student Alastor had heard a fair amount of praises about from professors, so it was hardly a surprise he’d been named a prefect. “Lupin,” Alastor spoke, flipping the other’s prefect badge in hand. He hadn’t expected to find the other Gryffindor awake in the common room--- Alastor himself just finishing off rounds he’d pushed back late that night. “Nabbed this off from a couple third years just a few minutes ago. Figured you lost it, unless it’s Evans'.”

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Alecto wondered who had organised this party. It couldn’t have been one of the Slytherins. There was no way that they would have been so willing to let the riff raff into their parties. Alecto knew if it had been her she would have been a lot more specific on who she had invited. Maybe of the people here would not make the cut. Probably just as welll really. She didn’t think most of them would be able to survive a Carrow party. They were quite wild. Alecto made a mental note to suggest to Amycus that they host one before they graudated. The Carrow twins did want to graduate with a bang after all. “Gosh…” She murmured, jumping bak as one of the aforementioned annoying people, nearly dropped their drink all over here. “Better? How about lucky.” Because she would not have been happy if he’d gotten his drink all over here. “You should work on how clumsy you are.”

When it came to Alecto Carrow the man didn’t expect anything similar to ‘polite’, at least not when it concerned him. The Moody family had once been prominent along with other pureblood families, but after generations of unrest they’d lost their respectability where that was concerned. Blood traitors; words used to describe most of the family, not that Alastor had much to speak of. He wanted to roll his eyes at her dramatics, though he refrained. Honestly, the real reason he took the spill was likely so the Gryffindor didn’t have to hear the Carrow twin complain about how he ruined her dress. Not that magic would solve the problem, or anything...another thing he had to find restraint for. “Charmed, as always, Alecto,” Alastor spoke, offering her a feigned smile. Though, seeing as it was him, the smile was nothing more than a twitch of the corner of his lips which hardly moved. “Probably why the Quidditch team said it was in their best interest I never joined. Hardly worth working on now, I’d say.”

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the air outside feels chilly, even in september ━━ then again, the point of comparison is the crowded and stuffed room of requirement. however, as much as marlene is looking for a place to just cool down and breathe fresh air, they can’t lie and say they’re not scared to be alone with their thoughts. so when the spot they think is completely empty proves to be the opposite, there’s a weird sense of relief that washes over her. even if the person occupying the space is alastor. maybe the impending awkwardness is enough to keep her thoughts away from her own loss. marlene lets out a dry chuckle, shaking their head at alastor’s words. “escape? sort of. smoke? not so much,” they say with a smirk as they take a seat next to alastor, though there’s enough distance between them. “you sound like an old man, alastor.” their tone is playful as they hug their knees to their chest. “i didn’t even see you inside.”

“I was inside for a bit. Managed to spill my first drink and everything,” he admitted with a chuckle, settling back against the tree and looking out over the grounds rather than at Marlene. Even though they were someone Alastor would probably befriend anyway, ever since he could remember the pair were forced to endure the other before they even went to school together. Walter Moody was very close friends with both Ethan and Keira McKinnon, and with the two of them being around the same age they’d always been tossed together as the adults caught up with one another. Even sometimes now that Marlene and Alastor themselves were adults. “I’d like to point out you’re also escaping from a party, so you sound just as old.” 

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To be fair, if Alice hadn’t found him first Alastor would have likely gone looking for her after a while. It also didn’t really surprise him that she found him first. Alice Fortescue was one of the few people in the world he actually admitted to being rather fond of--- even though he’d vow she was an even bigger pain in the ass. Pausing ‘RU Mine?’ By the Arctic Monkeys which had been playing, the man turned his attention completely to Alice and couldn’t help the smirk which turned up on his lips. “Not the whole party,” he insisted. Not a lie. “Just...at least, sixty-five percent of it or so.” The man gave a chuckle, his attention then drawn to the bottle the other Gryffindor had brought with her. “Oh, don’t be like that, Ali Cat.” Alastor snagged the bottle from her, stealing the first drink before she could argue further. “If this bottle was bought especially for drinking with me I’d be offended if someone else had some.”

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It wasn’t the first time Alastor had snuck off on her, abandoning a party to go hide somewhere on the grounds like a damn hermit, but it was the last time he’d get to do so for a welcome party, so, instead of letting him be, Alice’d followed him right out the door. When she found him, she wasn’t surprised - this tree was one of his favorite spots, even if he probably didn’t even realize it. “Alastor. Are you really going to spend the rest of the party out here?” Alice’s nose wrinkled as she leaned against the tree, uncaring of the insects and tree sap. She’d been looking for him for the past half an hour – he’d promised to do shots with her, one final (or, truthfully, not so final) act of rebellion before they switched into Head Girl and Head Boy mode, and she’d be damned if she didn’t ply him with enough alcohol to drag him back inside. She sighed dramatically, lifting the bottle in her hand as she spoke. “You promised to do shots with me. Oh, well, I’ll go ply someone else with the Firewhiskey I bought especially for drinking with you…” 

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Darren Barnet as Paxton Hall-Yoshida in Netflix’s Never Have I Ever ( S1E2 )

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WHERE: Outside the castle WHEN: September 1st WHO: closed for @mcklnnons​​

Having managed to get away without anyone asking him to dance (yet, he supposed since the night was still young) and only spilling one drink on himself, Alastor counted that as enough of a win for a smoke break and an excuse to sneak away. The man would take any excuse to sneak away from a party at least eleven times throughout the night, and that was only mildly an exaggeration. Seeing a few other stragglers as he left the Castle’s Doors, Alastor didn’t take long to find an excluded corner underneath a tree to escape away from his peers. It also was a good place to smoke, so after he settled himself Alastor pulled out the blunt he had in his pocket and lit it. After taking his first hit he finally managed to relax a little--- probably the first time that night; that is until he heard the rustling of someone’s footsteps approaching. Lifting his wand to shine a light (he wanted to know if he needed to put out what he was smoking), he saw a familiar figure he’d managed to mostly avoid since arriving at Hogwarts. Other than a pleasant hello maybe, but that was it. “You looking to escape to smoke, too? Or do you have a headache from how bloody loud that music is?”

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It wouldn’t be Alastor if he didn’t do the responsible thing...first. Having done a few rounds in the Great Hall, the man greeted his professors and also spent a fair amount of time at a booth the Ministry had set up for Auror Training. It didn’t take him long to hear about a party someone was throwing--- through all the whispers it seemed that person had managed to remain anonymous, but Alastor frankly didn’t care enough to question further. He was happy for the escape and a quick drink. However, in the midst of attempting to get said drink he bumped into a person who seemed to be avoiding the dance floor as much as him. “Fuck.” Fumbling, he managed to spill the drink down his own shirt rather than all over Alecto Carrow’s dress. “Well, I guess it’s better I spilled it on this old shirt rather than you.” Giving his wand a quick wave, he cleaned up the mess he managed to create.

Alecto had been at the fair in the great hall. She had. But if a person had blinked they might have missed it. Because it was not her scene at all, and it looked boring as hell. But, she had been there. And she’d been at the quidditch booths, talking to the scouts a little. After that she’d gotten bored though, and decided to find some entertainmen elsewhere. This rager though, was much more scene. And so, that was where Alecto found herself. Something chaotic, with loud music, and free flowing alcohol. It was much more Alecto. So, she was in the room of recruitement, a rather short black dress practically sticking to her skin. At least this was more fun than the school’s stupid idea of a fair. But, she probably still wouldn’t be caught dead dancing.

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A.R.M. // intro

╰  (  darren barnet. cis-male. he/him. ) welcome back to hogwarts ALASTOR MOODY ! you’re a SEVENTH year from GRYFFINDOR, right ? i’ve got your school file right here. it says you’re a TWENTY-THREE year old PUREBLOOD, is that correct ? this file even has a personality entry, saying you’re LOYAL & HUMBLE as well as BRASH & RECKLESS. is that why you’ve chosen to JOIN THE ORDER ? would you look at that ! it says here other students also describe you as : smoke trickling from the end of a blunt after a long day, scotch on the rocks, finding comfort in one’s own company, and fighting even when you don’t think you can. how interesting. oh well, see you in class !

Stats

Full Name: Alastor Riku Moody

Age: 23

Birthday: January 7th

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship: Single

Patronus: Phoenix

Boggart: His father gone

Wand: Black walnut, Dragon Heartsring, 13.5 inches

Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix

Biography

Alastor Moody was a mistake. Two adults who were barely adults themselves got caught up one night and the result would last the rest of their lives. Born on a very cold morning, Alastor was the driving force for two twenty-something “adults” to try to get their act together. The bouncing baby boy had been enough for a few years, but after a while his mother, Hina, decided she wanted to focus more on her career. Frequently being featured in Witch Weekly took up too much time to raise a son. As he grew, Alastor’s mother was only ever a name--- she never came back to see her son as he got older. So, it was just him and his father. That’s all the two ever needed.

Even though Walter himself was very busy with his rising career as an Auror, he made as much time for his son as humanly possible. Nonetheless, Walter was at work more times than not, leaving Alastor with a nanny to watch him at the manor. He was taught different languages by his tutors; fluently he can speak English, Japanese, German, and French. Alastor was a boy who loved to learn.

Once arriving at Hogwarts, Alastor was placed in Gryffindor the second the hat touched his head. He took his studies seriously....sometimes too seriously. His friends would often have to drag him from the library, common room, or dorm to do something fun for a change. His father would mention on vacations that he was more than welcome to bring a friend home, but rarely did Alastor take up the offer. He was a man who liked to be alone more times than not. Most of his childhood was spent alone, so nobody could really blame him. 

His sixth year was when he decided he wanted to be an Auror like his father. Alastor knew he had the grades for it--- not to mention the connections through his family, though he refused to actually use them. He would get whatever he wanted from his own hard work rather than ever admitting he might actually need help with something. The man would likely die before asking someone for help. 

Now as a seventh year, Alastor is ready for the school year to fly by. The war outside the castle walls was brewing more and more each day. It drives him restless and he’s always looking for a way to help his fellow peers. Sometimes a little too much. His father mentioned something about getting a few less detentions this year than the last, but whether or not that happens...it doesn’t seem likely.

Wanted Connections

Ex-relationship/fling: Alastor rarely allows himself to get close to people. His circle of people he keeps close is very small, and this would be someone who managed to break down his walls. I’m up to plotting how exactly the relationship ended, but Alastor likely felt like he was getting too close to the person and pulled away. He doesn’t know how to handle his emotions whatsoever.

Current fling/fwb: It’s nothing serious. Alastor doesn’t want a serious relationship since his last one ended on a terrible note. This is just someone he’s likely friends with, but also sleeps with when they’re both bored.

Best friend: He doesn’t have many friends due to the fact that he keeps to himself more times than not, but this would be the person that always manages to drag Alastor out to have a good time. Probably the only person that can get him to go to the pub when he wants to just drink in his dorm room alone, haha.

Friends: Other friends that tolerate his moodiness.

Rival: Alastor is in a fair amount of clubs and also values his grades. It could be anyone that has bested him at dueling club or anyone he got stuck with for a project and really rather not deal with. Not necessarily someone he’s hostile with, but someone Alastor really not see daily.

Enemy: Honestly I’m open to a lot of ideas. He’s very against bloody prejudice and anyone that hurts someone he cares about might as well have a death wish. Really we can go crazy here because it doesn’t take him a lot to dislike someone.

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