#brillicntmcdness

[ofxsorcery]

Starter for: Alastor Moody x Rosmerta Abbott ( @brillicntmcdness ) Location: Safehouse at the Three Broomsticks

Through the secret communication channel Ros used with the Order, she had heard that someone who needed attending was now in the safehouse. So with some supplies to make sure that injuries would not infect, the woman had made her way over to the safehouse. After lifting the security spells for a moment and giving the password, she entered the room. With her back towards the occupant of the safehouse, Ros put back the wards and it was only then she saw it was Alastor Moody who was in the room. She stayed in one place for a moment before moving in closer to him, taking a seat at one of the chairs next to the simple table in the room on one side. On the other side was a single bed. Enough to hide out in. Her gaze moved up towards Alastor, but said enough; 'I need you to sit down'.

"Where are you hurt?" Ros focused on the supplies in her hands as she tried not to think how hurt the man in front of her was. Because it hurt her as well to think that he was in pain and she could not get distracted at this moment. She simply could not. Even though she knew it was mission impossible. He had always been a distraction to her.

[rsrevan]

who: @brillicntmcdness where: Hog's Head

The one true gift his parents had left behind was the sizeable vault at Gringotts, more than enough for Evan not to worry about how he spent the rest of his days. Drinking in the middle of the day wouldn’t have been possible if he had to suck it up at the Ministry to make ends meet. Walking into the bar, he was surprised to see himself stand corrected. Sitting by the counter was Alastor Moody and the younger wizard couldn’t help but taking the seat beside him. “Well well, look who it is. What happened Moody? Got fired already?”

[fcrox]

who: @brillicntmcdness where: department of magical law enforcement when: during working hours

Interdepartmental work was far and few between, rarely to be found especially between their respective departments. Their fields of work could not have been further apart from each other. The only Beatrice thought may overlink was the level of danger they each played with every single day. Coming to work meant a certain risk. Perhaps that was the one quality about Alastor Moody that Beatrice Abbott could admire. After all, there was nothing else left for her to look upon favourably. Not after he’d done. A grudge she held because of how much her family meant to her. Oh, Bea would have torn the world down for her siblings. Or build it back up.

There was hesitation in her knock, a moment spent wondering if perhaps she could ignore this task and hope someone else would pick up on it. In truth, it was only going to lead to more questions. Why didn’t she pick up the items as requested? Why did she not bring them to a place that could store them more securely? Why would she dare let something personal cloud her judgement? Because at the end of the day, Beatrice was a most stubborn witch and the only thing stronger than that was her curiosity and dedication to the job as an unspeakable. Finally, the knock echoed back from the wooden door in front of her, as she entered slowly.

When finally she’d stepped inside her voice gave no hint of how she felt about the one in front of her, only letting professionalism speak. “I’ve been sent to pick up the items from the manor case, the one’s requested to be taken down the Department of Mysteries.” That was about as much as she could say in regard to her department. “I’ll grab the boxes and then I’ll be right out of your hair. Where can I find them?”

[lbfrank]

where: Hog's Head who: @brillicntmcdness

Frank wasn’t much of a drinker, but after having a hell of a rough week at the office, he’d agreed to go out for drinks with his boss and close friend. He let Alastor order the drinks, grabbing the glass for a sip once they were served and instantly regretting his choice. “Oh man, what the bloody hell is this?” The wizard asked as he put down the glass and gestured for the bartender to get him something lighter. “Alice will be smelling the alcohol on me for the whole week.”

[notdelicatc]

If one were to ask, the answer would have been that her presence within the Leaky Cauldron was entirely down to a peculiar number of circumstances. The reality was far from it. Someone from the Wizengamot had requested that none other than Alastor Moody look over the files in question. Something about a case that would take place within the next few days needing a review from the head auror in question or else it was at risk of falling through. Emmeline had volunteered only because she had a feeling that it would mess with whatever silly plans the auror had. A bit of asking around and his location had been found, so much easier than she thought.

“Believe me, I’m not here for small talk and all that silliness.” The brunette dropped the files onto the bar next to Moody. “A very peculiar wizard from the Wizengamot demanded your eyes only to be glancing over this. It needs be reviewed or the case falls through. He mentioned putting notes in.” She slipped into the seat next to him with a sigh. The disguise of the annoyed employee who herself had only wanted to enjoy her time off. “I merely happened to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’d much rather be home, not having to drop off papers. After all I don’t even work in your section of the DMLE, I only work with you.” And she had in fact very much looked over the files, very much assured that the Death Eater in question would likely walk free. The fact that the witch had been the one to do the curse-breaking had only been a convenient fact; one that allowed for a certain slip of information within the report given by her. “Or would you prefer I take it back to the ministry and tell Inquisitor Bartmouth to wait for your time to be more convenient?” - @brillicntmcdness

where: the leaky cauldron who: open !!

It had been a toss up of what pub Alastor would spend his evening in. At first, he'd considered the Three Broomsticks, but he'd decided against it at the thought of seeing Rosmerta again. The gala had been enough. Besides, Tom didn't bombard him with small talk. He knew better. The moment Moody sat down at the bar, there was a glass of bourbon in his hands. It was great service. Alastor felt the weight of his day on his shoulders begin to shift when he held his glass to his lips. He sighed when he felt a pair of eyes upon him - his annoyance outweighing his paranoia. 

“What?” He asked gruffly without so much as turning his head. “I came in here to get away from the small talk.” He paused, knowing he’d regret it. “Spit it out then.” 

[edgarebones]

where: ministry gala who: @brillicntmcdness

It didn't take long for Edgar to spot the awkward man standing off to the side. A man who held such a reputation was for what he did, but stuck out in a crowded room. He grabbed two drinks from the bar before meandering over to the one he called his best friend.

"Now, if we do find you a witch to go home with, will you actually go home with them?" He held out the extra drink, a smirk toying on his features.

[alicealongbottom]

Being an Auror meant Ministry events were required attendance, but Alice thought it could be worse. Tonight was basically like date night for her and Frank. They'd had a few drinks and danced for several songs before she gave him a kiss and told him she'd go find Moody and check in with him. "I know you aren't here out of your own free will but you might as well act like you're enjoying to be here." Alice teased as she went over to stand next to Alastor who looked like he was scowling at the crowd.

@brillicntmcdness

[alectocarrowx]

where: ministry gala who: @brillicntmcdness

Alecto had seen the man saunter into the gala in his usual despair demeanour, clearly looking bored of his mind, and that always set off a trigger inside of her. It was fun to poke at the bear.

The witch watches him like a predator stalking her prey, waiting until he is about to cross her path before speaking.

"It's unfortunate that they are letting anyone attend these functions." A boredom tone laced in her words, glancing from him then down to her nails. "Here I thought I wouldn't have to see your face, Moody Alicat." A sinister smirk etches into her features, looking up at him through fanned lashes.

[fwbenjy]

They probably wouldn't have got along if they hadn't been cousins. Alastor was everything he could never be, confident and talented. Benjy had always admired him, but hadn't they been related, he probably would've feared the wizard. "Would've sworn you were more drinks in, this event turned out to be quite lame." He confessed, a silly smirk on his lips as he took the seat besides Moody and ordered himself a drink. "I hate this things."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where Alastor Moody could be found during an event. He was likely in the dark corner brooding where no one could see him or at the bar. At this particular party, he was holding up the bar. Despite his drink in hand, he'd only had one other, trying to keep his wits about him. He smiled - somewhat - when he heard his cousin's familiar voice. "Hey, Benjy. You alright?" He swirled the drink in his glass before replying, "Eh, it's only the second. Or third. Lost count."

[dark-devotee]

where: ministry gala who: @brillicntmcdness

Bellatrix placed a cigarette in between her lips, igniting the tip of it with a measured use of wandless magic. Leaning back into her seat, she closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, drowning out the sound of music and loud chatter around her. She'd developed a headache sometime in the last half hour and suspected that she was in for the long haul tonight.

The sound of something heavy thumping against the polished dark wood floor of the atrium startled her eyes open.

She glanced over her shoulder and found none other than Alastor Moody, stalking past her with his heavy, prosthetic-laden gait, no doubt on his way to the bar. It may have been the three vodka martinis that had preceded her cigarette, or maybe some nasty, nostalgic impulse craving a bit of light entertainment -- whatever the case was, Bellatrix aimed a kick at the seat next to her, pushing it towards him and blocking his path.

"Alastor," she called out, smiling mirthlessly, "Come sit. There's bourbon, probably more top-shelf than anything you can afford on a Ministry's salary." Bellatrix tilted her head slightly in his direction, venom in her eyes. "Come now, Adeline taught you better than to turn down polite company."

[ofxsorcery]

Starter for: Alastor Moody & Rosmerta Abbott ( @brillicntmcdness )

Ros had seen Alastor when she had been talking to Edgar earlier on the night and from that moment on, she had been very aware about the fact that he was around somewhere. After talking to Edgar, she had finally been able to get out of there and timing made it that suddenly, the two of them were standing outside in the rather chilly air together. Nowhere in sight. Ros could make her way home... Just Disapparate to her apartment in Hogsmeade. But she couldn't without talking to Alastor.

"It's been a while since I saw you last. How have you been?"

[fwbenjy]

where: ministry gala who: @brillicntmcdness

From his experience so far, Benjy truly believed he would've been better off staying back at home with his roommate playing muggle boardgames. He didn't fit in well with crowds and they made sure he knew that too. Tired of standing on the side awkwardly, the wizard finally decided to go by the bar. A drink couldn't hurt, or at least he thought so before seeing his cousin sitting right there ordering one for him. "Hey, Al!" He called out, making his way over. "What number of drink is this one?"

[edgarebones]

where: edgar's home who: @brillicntmcdness

Edgar had invited Alastor over for a few drinks and food. It had been a few weeks since the two of them could get together, busy with work and order business, that they both needed a night where friends could hang out and not worry about anything.

He had let his friend in, coming from the kitchen with two beers and a platter of food. "I was thinking about going to the next Quidditch game, think you'd want to go?" There was hope that he would say yes.

[rsrevan]

Two wizards couldn't stand on further opposite sides, not one single thing in common aside from the fact they both enjoyed a drink away from wandering eyes. They rarely paid attention to the other but Evan was in a good mood this night, the thought of stirring up some trouble growing stronger on his mind. "There's plenty who deserve it." He nodded in agreement, his voice low as he took a sip from his firewhisky. "Especially those who aren't like you and me." He let the words slip from his lips, a smirk forming on them as he gave the Auror a wicked and knowingly look.

It didn't take much to push Alastor Moody's buttons. He was an irritable man. In addition to that, he was paranoid. It wasn't a great combination but it made him a hell of an Auror. The Ministry hadn't caught on to his sneaking away just yet but he knew that it wouldn't be pretty if they did. Despite all of this, he continued to nurse the drink in his hands. One drink wouldn't hurt. It'd take the edge off. At least, that was what he always told himself. "Takes the edge off," Alastor grumbled lowly, his eyes flickering towards Evan. "Makes it easier to curse those who deserve it."

[fcrox]

No matter how busy a day was, how many hours filled with one thing or another, eventually they all had to an end, all work to be done until one would pick it up the next day where one had left off the previous. Thus was the flow of life. Even Rita wasn’t free of the at times rather silly stipulations that came with a more than normal job. No matter how much she loved to sit behind her desk, working away at projects and articles, dedicating time to her column or going out of her way for an interview that the participant may or may not have known about, every now and then a break seemed a much better option and the end of a day was almost celebrated by then.

Blue eyes scanned the crowd of the Leaky Cauldron after she’d stepped inside. It wasn’t the nicest of establishments, but it made up for it in many other ways. The company usually left few to be desired, for one reason or another. Finally, her eyes fell onto something, or rather someone, that piqued her interest. Out of all the grey he seemed to hold color, stick out like a sore thumb. Heels clicked against the wooden floorboards, some creaking to be heard as she moved past the people within the crowded area toward the bar.

The other’s reaction was far from surprising. No, this specimen of a wizard was anything but easy to handle. Stubborn from what she could tell. Her response to his was curt. A rather amused chuckle. There were many things one could claim about Rita, but having a thing for small talk wasn’t one her favorites. No, she could make do with it, certainly. If the situation called for it, she’d spend the whole night talking about the weather only to hear the thing she desired most. Around someone like Alastor Moody that talent was both unnecessary as well as a most welcome thing to be discarded. “Please, Alastor. When have I ever been to bother with pointless things?” The blonde turned her attention to Tom behind the bar. For a moment it seemed as though she was going to settle on whiskey before instead nodding toward the barrel reading brandy. “One of those!” Her focus returned. “You simply seemed like the best option out of a crowded room. Don’t get your legs in a twist. Not everyone’s out to get you. And not everyone wants to hear about the weather, yours, or anyone else’s.” Whether she meant the weather or not she’d leave up to the stars. Instead, she slipped into the seat next to him. - @brillicntmcdness

where: the leaky cauldron who: open !!

It had been a toss up of what pub Alastor would spend his evening in. At first, he'd considered the Three Broomsticks, but he'd decided against it at the thought of seeing Rosmerta again. The gala had been enough. Besides, Tom didn't bombard him with small talk. He knew better. The moment Moody sat down at the bar, there was a glass of bourbon in his hands. It was great service. Alastor felt the weight of his day on his shoulders begin to shift when he held his glass to his lips. He sighed when he felt a pair of eyes upon him - his annoyance outweighing his paranoia. 

“What?” He asked gruffly without so much as turning his head. “I came in here to get away from the small talk.” He paused, knowing he’d regret it. “Spit it out then.” 

[ofxsorcery]

Ros was stopped in her action of cleaning up his arm, when his fingers wrapped themselves around her wrist. She sucked in a breath as her eyes found his hand and only carefully she let go. Her free hand moved to his fingers, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it softly. "I will always try to be careful," she promised him. She knew that what she was doing with this safehouse was everything but careful, but she had to do this. Ros was just as her family; they could not sit still and just let everything happen.

The woman looked at the hand that was still in hers. It was such a familiar feeling; his hand in hers. But at the same time, it was a feeling with vague memories it seems. Despite that feeling, to Ros it still felt as if his hand was perfectly made for hers. Slowly she removed her hand from his, her fingertips gently moved over his. Slow so she could enjoy the feeling of his hand in hers for just a little longer.

Ros' eyes moved back up to Alastor's dark ones once more and once their gazes were locked, she started speaking. "I should've asked this all those years ago but I need to know, Alastor." A pause fell between them as she was unable to pull her gaze away from him. "Why did you walk away?" the woman asked.

It was only after that hard question that Ros pulled her gaze away from Alastor once more to lower it down to the arm that she was treating. A safe location to look at right now.

If Alastor were more sober, he likely would have never showed his face in a safe house that was owned by Rosmerta. He would have stayed far away just as he had for the past few years. The problem now was that he wasn't sober and he'd showed up to the last place he wanted to be. It wasn't her fault. It had never been her fault. It was everything to do with him and the fact that he was terrified of commitment. More than that, he was terrified of losing her because of something he did. He'd seen many of his coworkers lost to circumstance and he saw their loved ones after the fact. He couldn't do that. He wouldn't.

Even after all of this time, he was drawn to her like a moth to the flame. He wanted to get burned and his inhibitions were lowered by the alcohol he'd consumed. Rosmerta touched his arm and he wanted to jump out of his skin. He wanted - no needed - more. When she stood to walk away, he was thankful. Merlin, he needed to sober up. Alastor rubbed his face with his hand and took a deep breath. He could do this. He'd let her heal him and then he'd run.

"I might be. Might not be. Who knows," Alastor mumbled, knowing that it had been stupid. He wasn't one to back down from a fight, especially if it was with someone who endangered the lives of others. He hated the Death Eaters. He hated their cause and he wanted to put every last one of them in the ground or in Azkaban. His thoughts were interrupted by Ros and the glass she placed in front of him.

He drank the water without hesitation and without argument. Alastor had never been the best patient but he was a bit more compliant when he wasn't sober. She could consider herself lucky. "Go on," he muttered, wincing as she poured the liquid on his arm. He'd been in worse pain before. Hell, he'd lost his leg. Various other scars, bumps, bruises. This was nothing.

"They took the first shot. I was just defending myself," he murmured lowly, meeting her gaze for the first time since he'd sat down. "You need to be careful," Alastor told Ros, his hand wrapping around her wrist as he gazed at her. "Promise me that you'll be careful."

He couldn't lose her.