#mccdyalstr

[unspeakablevance]

Where: DMLE Who: Emmeline && @mccdyalstr​

Meeting up in the Ministry was a risk, a much higher one than Emmeline would generally be prepared to take and that was with her being a risk-taker. To be seen together outside would be more suspicious, however, the age gap between them and the lack of reason for a friendship to have formed between them too great. So, when her work handed her an excuse to go to the Auror’s office, Emmeline practically jumped on it.

An assistant tried their best to stop Emmeline going in, trying to direct her away from Moody’s office, citing his heavy workload but Emmeline hit back with the department she was from. “The only person my boss has given me clearance to pass this information onto is the Head of the Auror office, so let me past and make sure we aren’t disturbed.” With that, she knocked on Moody’s door and let herself in before somebody else could try to intervene. She closed the door behind her and cast a couple of privacy wards so they would not be overheard. The file, emblazoned with the words Department of Mysteries - Highly Confidential went onto his desk, but only as somewhere for her to put it. “I’m worried,” she started, not referencing the work that had supposedly brought her there. “Is there any news on Dedalus?”

[damoclesssword]

where: by the auction area when: after the auction who: Damocles Belby and Alastor Moody ( @mccdyalstr )

Damocles had only planned on staying for the auction for artifacts as he did every year. But knowing that he’d be going home alone without his bodyguard who was out on a date tonight, the potioneer eventually decided to extend his stay at the carnival. The rides and various carnival games interested him little. What occupied him as the sun began to set were the countless number of food stalls Damocles could try. 

He was on his fifth stall when the announcement that the auction was about to begin resonated through the air using a Sonorous charm. Personally, Damocles found the whole theatrics demeaning and dehumanizing. Taking it as a sign to leave, Damocles was about to draw his wand out to disapparate. That was until... he heard who was being auctioned first.

Fast forward to after he won the bid, Damocles sought the first opportunity to talk to Alastor alone and immediately seized the first chance that came by. “Hi. You looked uncomfortable out there so I tried getting you out of there as soon as possible. They shouldn’t have volunteered you for that.” It was an assumption on his part but Damocles would like to think that he knows enough about Alastor to be certain that he wouldn’t subject himself to this foolishness.

[amliabones]

location: dmle headquarters for: @mccdyalstr

A heavy sighed left Amelia’s lips as she flipped shut a beige-colored folder. Reports that seemingly boiled down to nothing. We still don’t know which potioneer made the Polyjuice potion. We still don’t know where we got their supplies. We still don’t know who purchased it. She figured she could answer the last one: Death Eaters purchased. Who else would feel the need to frame the Order? Amelia held the official stance of the Ministry: there was no need for vigilantes. But it was clear that one group was worse than the other.

Her chair scraped against the ground as she stood. She needed a cup of coffee. She needed some useful information. She needed a lot of things. But at the very least she could get the first of those, and she could poke her nose around the auror office to see if there was any of the second. She paused at the door to the auror offices as she made her way to the break room, spotting on a light on a familiar office. A small grin tugged at the corner of her lips and, as she grabbed herself a cup, she grabbed another to take with her.

“Moody,” she said, pausing in the entry way to the older auror’s office. “Brought you something,” she added, raising the second cup of coffee for him to see.

[arabellafiqq]

where: arabella’s home who: @mccdyalstr

Arabella had just risen her cup of tea for a sip when the floo roared to life. The bright green flames startled one of her cats who’d been sitting in a windowsill near the fireplace. Her eyes followed the cat until it ran into a room out of sight; when she looked back, the fire had turned to green embers and Alastor Moody stood in her house. A welcoming smile spread across her lips as she rose from her chair.

“Thank you so much for coming!” she said. At the last Order meeting, they’d somehow ended up on a discussion of the security of her new home. Was it new? It had been months now since she moved. And when she had, Albus had set it up similar security enchantments to her old one in Surrey, but they’d seen how that gone. The memory of that night; the spell that hit her dead in the chest, paralyzing her in the darkness. She didn’t know who had attacked, how they’d found her, or who they were looking for. She’d been alone that night, fortunately. But now the last thing she wanted was a repeat; Alastor was here to prevent it. “I made tea, and there’s some cookies from yesterday, but I understand if you’re in a rush. Just let me know what you need.”

[aliceinaurorlxnd]

Although being away from Neville for too long gave Alice anxiety, especially when Frank was always with her, she had to admit she was having a nice night. It was nice to spend some quality time with her husband. Frank and Alice rarely went on date nights these days, what with both being busy aurors, busy Order members, and having a toddler. Alice was so grateful that Augusta was wonderful, and would have Neville whenever they needed her too. So, despite everything, she was really enjoying the night. Frank was off chatting to some friends, and Alice was just having a wonder round.

She smirked to herself as she noticed Moody alone again, and she made her way over to her boss. “Looked like you were having a nice dance with Kingsley earlier” She mused, still smirking, as she came to stand by her boss. “Enjoying yourself Alastor?”

@mccdyalstr​

[bvllatrix]

where — the cauldron brewery. who — @mccdyalstr​​

Bellatrix sauntered into the bar, heavy-lidded eyes scanning those present. It had been a long day of work — researching with little prevail, reporting to her client at the Ministry with bad news: this curse might take a while to crack. Not that she minded; it were the tougher curses that she preferred, intriguing puzzles to solve, piece by piece. Sometimes she even took some inspiration — though no one needed to know that.

She reveled in doing ordinary things, some times. Wandering into a bar after a long day of work, pretending like that was all that life was ... while sometimes she wished she could bear her fangs to the world and show her cruelty without a mask, she liked the lies, too. And so, with a heavy sigh, she slid down on a chair at the bar, next to none other than Alastor Moody. On purpose, of course — she felt like stirring the pot, polite words spoken with professional smiles, all darkness bubbling beneath curled lip-corners. 

“What a day, hm?,” she mused, before ordering a stout. “Or week — or decade, even.” A dry chuckle, as if she were dreadfully exhausted with the state of the world, rather than thrilled. “Quite depressing that even Quidditch isn’t sacred any more. These Order people ...” Bellatrix blew a long breath of air between slightly parted lips, head shaking. “I imagine your office must be exhaustingly busy, Mr Moody.”

[mundungsx]

incorrect quotes 1/? : the order is a very serious organisation.                                         featuring: @mccdyalstr, @aliceinaurorlxnd                                         @unspeakablevance, @felixbautista                                        @arabellafiqq, @frnklngbttm, @peterxpettigrewx

[rjluqin]

private starter for @mccdyalstr​

With the tragedy of Harry’s death, and the chaos around Diggle’s arrest, liaising with the werewolves has taken a backseat in Remus’ life. It’s been there -- it’s the most important thing he does for the Order -- but in a more limited capacity than previously. His attention and energy has been devoted elsewhere. But the letter he’d received the night before from Albus had requested that he give a status report to Alastor so here he was.

“Lot of the werewolves I’ve been tracking have been quiet since the raid. I’m not sure if that means most of them are connected or if they’re afraid of being caught regardless of their connection to Greyback,” he explains, hands folded together in his lap as he sits across from Alastor. “I haven’t had much contact since what happened with Diggle and the Ministry; I wonder if that will-- endear us to them.” He hates to think such an awful thing would but if the werewolves dislike the Ministry than this, which distances the Order from them, could make the Order more appealing. 

“Any other questions?”

[partyboybilius]

where: a small pub in Virtue Alley who: Bilius Weasley and Alastor Moody ( @mccdyalstr​ )

While everyone at the pub were busy wolfing down on their meals, Bilius was there at the corner sipping his tea. It was still early evening which was the prime time for people to have their last meal of the day. Not Bilius though. He’ll have to go to work in about half an hour and he never comes in with a full stomach. Being bloated on the stage doesn’t really give the best feeling. Nor does it look flattering in anyway. So while, everyone’s tables were busy with sounds of idle chatter and cutlery hitting their plates, Bilius quitely sat alone in his table, drinking his tea.

He wasn’t expecting company at all but it looked like he was about to have one when a familiar face walked through the door. Bilius didn’t expect that the pub would be one of the Auror’s usual places to visit but he never really claimed to understand the older man. “Hey,” Bilius greeted with uncertainty. “What brings you here, Moody?” 

[amorfatihq]

Due to personal reasons, the following have been reopened:

Gideon Prewett ( @prwttgdnn )

Aila Johnson ( @ailajohnson )

Gwen Lockhart ( @gwenlockhart )

Freya Avery ( @freyasavery )

Frank Longbottom ( @frnklngbttm )

Alastor Moody ( @mccdyalstr )

Mia Travers ( @miastravers )

Antonin Dolohov ( @dolohovant )

Percy Pembroke ( @pembrokesseeker )

Lena Nemitz ( @lenanemitz )

Sirius Black ( @unsiriusnessx )

Fenrir Greyback ( @of-fen-sive )

[adonisbelby]

who: @mccdyalstr where: the ministry of magic. when: april 18th, 1983.

Adonis wasn’t certain, but he’d seen his brother and Alastor Moody hanging out more lately. Of course, that could mean nothing, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious. The two of them had been having their lunch breaks together, and while Don wasn’t much for company, Alastor didn’t talk much. It was nice, though, to have someone to talk to. It was nice to have someone to talk to, who understood for the most part, what he had been going through these days. 

So, when Moody walked past, he couldn’t help but grin up at the man, nodding at the tray of food he’d already gotten. “Care to join me?” he asked. “I’ve got a few good stories this morning from the office. It turns out, that murders aren’t murders. They’re really just accidents, depending upon how you shape them.”

[damoclesssword]

👔 (Moody)

> 👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ ( @mccdyalstr )

Damocles had always felt ambivalent towards being invited to events hosted by the Ministry. They always just felt so... political. He was no stranger to rubbing shoulders with influential people, true. He had to get accustomed to it so that he could move forward with some of his projects. But Damocles preferred doing so in more casual events. Not in events that leaned towards certain political parties such as as those hosted by the Ministry.

Still, Damocles found himself attending that night with the hope of meeting one specific person: an expert on Being and Wixen relations all the way from Asia. Hearing that they would be at the event excited Damocles. The potioneer wanted to ask them questions about diplomacy between the various species and wixenkind and so much more.

A significant amount of time passed before he even got a whiff of them. So Damocles thought that he might as well walk around and see what and who else the event had to offer. One of them turned out to be Alastor Moody, one of the Ministry’s most esteemed aurors, whom he managed to bump into. “Oh, pardon,” he muttered as he stepped back. Looking at the man, Damocles’ eyes dropped to see the other man’s dress shirt open. “I apologize.” He was pretty certain that their collision wasn’t what caused one of the buttons to slip out but he figured that he might as well help. “Here let me.” Without waiting for the other’s permission, Damocles fixed the man’s shirt. It was just one small button anyway. “There.”

[talinovs]

👗 ( Moody )

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .  /  @mccdyalstr

Ministry functions were among Alyosha’s least favorite events to attend. It wasn’t that the company was horrendous -- he like a number of his coworkers, actually, and even among the ones he didn’t care for, there were some interesting personalities. Yet these functions seem to sap all the fun and liveliness from both sets of people. The flashing cameras and eavesdropping journalists were somehow many times worse in these than any fundraiser. 

He was swirling a a glass of champagne, staring at the bubbly, amber liquid with empty eyes. The sweet tang had tasted like acid reflux in the back of his throat. That was easily his least favorite part of vampirism; the way everything except blood tasted wrong. Sighing, he glanced up, blinking and brow furrowing as he spots Alastor a few paces away. Alastor in a suit.

“I didn’t know you could clean up so nicely.”

[fcnwick]

4 5 12

What’s personality trait you hate in one of your close friends.

“i love félix to death, but i wish he had more confidence.  it’s heartbreaking to see him get so down on himself.”

Name someone you want to be friends with even though you know it wouldn’t work out.

“ted’s a really nice guy, i think if he were my age we’d be a lot closer than we are.”

Talk about a person you like that really hates you.

“like might be a strong word, but i have a lot of respect for moody.  i don’t know if he feels the same, though.  i feel like he does not like me at all.”

mentioned:  @felixbautista, @tdtnks, @mccdyalstr

[amorfatihq]

The following have been inactive for 7+ days and have 48 hours to post 2 in-character post.

Severus Snape ( @snapeinsmoke )

Celeste O’Connor ( @celestialxcreation )

Amelia Bones ( @amliabones )

Eugene Borgin ( @borqin )

Ted Tonks ( @tdtnks )

Antonin Dolohov ( @dolohovant )

Noah Ollivander ( @noah-ollxvander )

Alastor Moody ( @mccdyalstr )

Alyosha Talinov ( @talinovs )

Arabella Figg ( @arabellafiqq )

Gideon Prewett ( @prwttgdnn )

Remus Lupin ( @rjluqin )

The following are on semi-hiatus and have exceeded 10+ days of inactivity. They have 48 hours to make 1 in-character post.

Marlene McKinnon ( @ohmarlene )

Narcissa Malfoy ( @scrpcntry )

[adonisbelby]

who: @mccdyalstr​ where: the ministry of magic. when: february 22nd, 1983.

Don wasn’t entirely certain why he stuck around the Ministry’s lunch room during his break. Truthfully, the food options had always been limited, but now, it felt as though he was just going through the motions. He sat down with his food, food that he would probably throw away later, only to spot a familiar face across the way. While, normally, he wouldn’t be friendly in these instances, Alastor and he had hit it off on Halloween and hadn’t seen each other since. It was nice to see someone familiar and, in this moment, Don was craving nothing but the familiar. 

“Seems we keep running into each other this way,” he said, raising his drink in a half toast. “Hope you’re not needing a wingman at lunch time.” Of course, a few months ago, his wife was alive. A few months ago, he might’ve looked different; happier. Godric, he hated how much had changed since he last saw Moody; he hated who he’d become.