HE WHO SUFFERS

YOU WERE THE LAST OF A DYING BREED alastor c. moody / head of the auror department lift with the knees atlas, the earth is a heavy burden var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5371607"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=shoulders the earth.&e2=shoulder the earth.&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[royalshacklebolt-blog]

“Oh Sir, don’t say that. You’re already a legend, more successful than I’ll likely ever be. Anyway, we both know full well that Minerva is going to have us both beat,” he joked. “However I have found some of the students particularly more troublesome than others.”

[atlasmoody-blog]

The frown that had first graced his features moved aside for bright laughter at his trainee’s words. “Minerva is going to outlive us both and probably have a whole monument built in her name eventually. But it’s not about being a legend, Shacklebolt.” With a glint in his eye he added, “but I think you know that. And about those students, stay aware, keep an eye on them and if you deem it right give me names.”

[trnsfiguration]

“Hm, I don’t know if that’s true,” she muttered, suddenly aware of how truthful she had been. “It’s just exhaustive at times, that’s all.”

[atlasmoody-blog]

“See? Already not worth it to me. In the end at least one has to grieve anyway.” The bitterness in his tone was evident but he would’ve rather been caught dead than admit to it. The memory of his family that flared up cut through his chest like hot iron.  

[trnsfiguration]

“You know who we remind me of, right now? Filch. With wild ideas for punishments,” and then Minerva laughed sincerely, and she shook her head. “Really, Alastor, a whole day? That’s perhaps a bit too much.”

[atlasmoody-blog]

“I hate to admit this but as I grow older that odd bugger is starting to grow on me. Whole life surrounded by students, how can’t you go mental?” But even he had to break a deep rich laughter then, “Maybe only a couple hours. During tea or breakfast or something.”

[fanonical]

i would die for kingsley shacklebolt

[gideondprewett]

Gideon frowns as he listens to the man, faintly shocked by his frank tone, “I don’t know that I believe that, sir,” he says, his tone firm, “I don’t concede battles I haven’t fought. I know no matter what, justice will prevail, even if I’m not there to see it.”

[atlasmoody-blog]

After a prolonged silence and a stoic stare Alastor let his gaze drop lastly. “Hold onto that belief,” he said quietly, “it’s a rare thing these days.”

[closedrod-blog1]

Rodolphus knew about Moody. Anyone that was remotely involved in illicit activities knew about him. It deeply annoyed him though that the Auror would question his innocence by claiming him to be defensive, then dismiss the subject entirely. “Great then. That would be far too trivial for a man of your talents and suits. It’d be such a shame to see all of the ministry’s resources go to waste stalking the responsibilities of those actually employed here.” 

[atlasmoody-blog]

“Did somebody piss in your pumpkin juice? What a hostile little brat you can be. I’m not here to fucking babysit you children, I won’t lean over your shoulder and help you with your homework. I’m not a fucking tutor, I’m here for all of your safety, the teachers’ jobs are none of my business, fulfilled or not.”

[gideondprewett]

“I would be, sir,” Gideon nods, “I’ll be proud to fight at all. The cause is more than just.”

[atlasmoody-blog]

“Sometimes justice as the cause won’t result in such though, what will you do then? Will you keep on pushing if you watch everybody around you just drop dead, knowing that no matter what the fuck you’re doing is going to change a fucking thing apparently, or you’ll be forced to flee and leave them all behind? What the fuck will you do, huh?”

[royalshacklebolt-blog]

He smirked, pride filling his veins at Alastor’s tone. “I’m going to be a hero, Sir.” Of that Kingsley was sure, for some reason he was so so sure. He couldn’t help but laugh, nodding in agreement. “Fair point. I suppose they at least have the initiative to ask for help.”

[atlasmoody-blog]

“You better. Besides Minerva you’re the only one with a chance at actually achieving something.” This was at least Alastor’s wish, he liked Kingsley, he wanted him to be successful. “It’s something. Though I’m starting to really get annoyed the more time I spend here.”

[nickelsandbells]

“Want me to take a look at it? Grading essays had made me an expert in  deciphering bad handwriting.”

[atlasmoody-blog]

“These files are more or less confidential, I fear, Nic. Kind of just want to burn them.”

[trnsfiguration]

❝I do all this shit for other people and then I wake up and i’m empty. I have nothing.❞

@atlasmoody

[atlasmoody-blog]

“Tell me about it.” Begrudgingly he fingered out a flask from his coat, “Family and partners are overrated anyhow.”

[phortescue]

Her posture changed for the hint of a second, and Alice remembered the reasons she should give up on her dream (she thought of her duel with Rodolphus for a second, for example), but then she straightened her back again, “Makes sense, it’d be wrong to let me read that kinda stuff. Not that I’d tell anyone what I’d read, of course — if that’s your worry.” A pause, and Alice thought for a moment. “Are you guys still looking for new trainees, then?”

[atlasmoody-blog]

Trying his best to relax he finally released the tension he’d been holding in his shoulders. Rolling them back carefully he still frowned slightly, “Well, while they’re not full of groundbreaking information they’re still rather confidential. And I’d obliviate you, but I feel like your headmaster has a problem with teachers charming students.” He was just about to chuckle when it caught in his throat over her question. “We– Well,” he groaned. “Yes. Yes, we are.” Alastor didn’t want to admit it, he was so sick of those kids with their hero complexes.

[trnsfiguration]

“Don’t ever tell anyone I’ve said this, but yes,” she confessed guiltily, but there was a hint of a grin on her lips. Minerva, in turn, held up the sixth year essays she had been reading.  “Some of these sixth years make errors that make me want to do exactly that.”

[atlasmoody-blog]

“I won’t, but at least I’m really relieved,” he chuckled, shrugging with a sigh as he let his head hang briefly. “Sometimes I just want to do it. Just for a day, you know? So they could learn a lesson.”

[mcrymacs]

“…I guess I’ll just ask someone else then, sorry.”

[atlasmoody-blog]

Turning to the girl he hadn’t even realised felt addressed by his exclamation, Alastor grimaced, “Not you– I mean maybe you, because you’re also a student, but–” He was about to turn to the 7th year he had just been arguing with, only to find said student to be gone. “If I find his sorry ass–” Once again, he broke off, catching the rather anxious look on Mary’s face.

[atlasmoody-blog]

❝I am about six seconds away from slapping you so hard your teeth will bleed.❞ @mcrymacs

[chcrrybcmb-archive]

❝Kiss me like you wanna get slapped.❞ @atlasmoody

[atlasmoody-blog]

“I’d really, really rather not. First of all, because I really don’t need a slap and, second of all,” there he paused before raising his voice, “because you’re a fucking student!”

[atlasmoody-blog]

❝Just once I’d like to walk out of a bar.❞

@chcrrybcmb

[memecxllector-blog]

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