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Is that ALASTOR MOODY stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on 17 JANUARY and are a 40 year old, PURE BLOOD who works as a HEAD AUROR AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. Some have said that they can be described as being RAW, INTELLIGENT & STRONG however, they also see themselves as being HARSH, STOIC & CYNICAL. Apparently, HE looks a lot like JOE MANGANIELLO, whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to JOIN THE ORDER.

#dossier #headcanon #inferi task001 #Character Introduction Task

franklinxlongbottom:

The grin spread over before he could mask his excitement toward the suggestion of coffee. It wasn’t the idea of coffee that had him liking the idea. Alone time with Alastor could occasionally get hard to have so he would take what he could get. “Definitely,” He answered then headed toward the vendor, paying and pocketing the goods before shifting his attention back to Alastor. “Shockingly not scheduled for today,” He chuckled. “So it won’t turn into needing to chastise me for running late next time we’re both in.”

Alastor waited patiently for Frank to wrap up at the jewellery vendor before glancing around the alley. He did that often, regardless of their location. Habbit for the line of work the pair shared... however this time, it was in search of a location for their coffee. “Any preference?” It had been so long since he’d had the luxury of just sitting down for coffee. “I have a meeting with Harold later, but my entire morning is free.” If it weren’t for the Minister’s request, he’d have taken the whole damn day off.

#franklinxlongbottom #Frank Longbottom

queerwolflupin:

Remus opened his mouth to respond and promptly snapped it shut. Nerves kept him quiet since the honest answer could easily be saying he would take it how it was made or actually asking for what he wanted. The people pleasing side of him was conflicted since he didn’t want to risk disgusting Alastor but had been told to give an honest answer.

“The bottom seared for a minute, top left alone or flipped over just long enough to warm it a little,” He mumbled, gaze focused on his sneakers. “I can stomach well done.” The last part was likely unnecessary to add but his nerves hadn’t eased up from admitting his personal preference for it. “Not one for complaining if I’m not the one cooking. I won’t tell a soul.”

Remus nodded at being told to grab glasses. He could have easily summoned them but moving to grab them meant focusing his thoughts on something besides the anxiety that accompanied the first week spent with Alastor. “Got it,” He nodded then stepped aside to grab two glasses and two sets of cutlery, carefully setting them on the table. Remus took a steadying breath once through then looked back over at Alastor. “Thank you again.”

Alastor cocked a brow at his attempted answer, but didn’t push. He flipped his steak instead, waiting somewhat patiently for the young wizard to answer him. Eventually, he did. So fast Alastor had to mentally double back to catch it... but he did. Without saying a word, he followed Remus’ preference for cooking the second piece of meat. It took no time at all before it was done and both were plated.

By the time he was placing the ceramics on the table, Remus had done as asked- the glasses and silverwear all ready on the table. “You have nothing to thank me for.” He replied in a huff, settling into his chair with minor effort. He made a mental note to get bigger furniture- he just didn’t spend a crazy amount of time in this apartment for it to really matter... until now, that he had a house guest.

He glanced at Remus for a moment, hiding the pity he felt as he waited for the kid to try the meat. Remus deserved better than pity; acceptance should be the only thing he ever recieved. There was nothing wrong with being a little different, and he shouldn’t ever have to feel ashamed to be who he really was... especially not when under his damn roof.

#queerwolflupin #Remus Lupin

alicexinxaurorland:

Alice just laughed, shaking her head. “Minor Technicality.” The auror mused with a smirk. To be honest, she had gone on a hunch that Alastor would be here. But she hadn’t actually known he would be here. But she knew enough people here to feel at ease. And to be honest, she had a feeling that nothing would happen. Not tonight anyway. It just made them look stupid, but Alice was confident that they would get to the bottom of things.

Alice just smiled at him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “I know I know” She murmured , still smiling. “I love my job, and catching up the bad guys. But I’m not giving up my life with Frank for it.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, taking another swig of his drink before turning his attention back towards her. “Then this is the last time I want to hear you going anywhere alone, understood?” She could take anyone she wanted. Alice had the entire Order, and the Auror department backing her and yet she still insisted on going rogue.

He couldn’t bear the thought of anything ever happening to her. She was so young when she started training, fresh out of Hogwarts- bright eyed and bushy tailed. She’d stood out amongst her class of recruits, and he’d taken her under his wing from day one. He cared too much about her, and Frank to lose either of them to a reckless endeavour.

#alicexinxaurorland #alice longbottom

ataktos

#mirror

ofamelias:

Merlin was he stood so damn close. Part of her was paranoid about having so many people they worked with around them to either see them or overhear their conversation, but at the same time she was in no hurry for him to release his hold on her. Please could speculate all they wanted.

Her breath hitched when his lips brushed over her ear, cheeks immediately flushing at the combination of that and his words. Surely he had to know just how bloody difficult he was making it for her to remain professional. “Oh it works alright.” She muttered after a moment, taking her time to look him over fully before her gaze lifted so she could give him an approving nod. Given how little Alastor wore a full suit, she wasn’t going to forget this one in a hurry.

“Mm, I think we’re good for mingling.” She replied after clearing her throat, her head turning so she could give the room a quick glance over. “The only requirement I got was to be seen in attendance, so any conversations I had between the door and you were a bonus.” Amelia nodded. “And you? I’m not keeping you from anyone, am I?”

His blood was sizzling. It was like every raw nerve ending in his body had come alive all at once. Just the mere proximity to her had Alastor in desperate need of anything that was more than this. The stuffy suit, the chaotic crowd, the over exaggerated architecture... there was only one thing on his mind.

The grin that spread across his lips was one only she could illicit. “Funny that- I had the same requirement.” And boy had he met it in spades. If anyone discussed the evening around the water cooler in the morning they’d know he’d followed protocol... and now, he was following something else. “There’s only one person I need to be with for the rest of the night...”

From one heartbeat to the next, they were gone. No longer standing near a crowd, he’d used his hold on her to step out of the main hall and into a corridor off to the side. Where there were no prying eyes, and nothing but blissful silence. He had Amelia pressed against the wall a moment later, with his lips against hers. Alastor knew he had to get them out of there, but this couldn’t wait another second.

#ofamelias #Amelia Bones

ofamelias:

Amelia had to bite her lip to stop a surprised yelp escaping her at suddenly being moved without warning. Part of her had often wondered how easy it would be for him to just pick her up, if she’d ever be in the position to find out even for curiosities sake, but she wasn’t expecting it to be so effortless for him. Nor was she expecting to find it attractive, but god damn was he smooth.

Knees barely settling on either side of him, there was no use in denying the very quick shift in the energy around the two of them. The mug that she had opted to clutch onto tightly when he’d lifted her was now haphazardly being discarded on to the nearest surface so her hands were free to roam.

“I guess that settles it then, doesn’t it.” She replied, hands reaching up so her fingers could trace his bearded jawline. She couldn’t help it, the opportunity was right there in front of her fuck if she wasn’t going to take it. “We’re both stuck with each other.”

He all but groaned at the feel of her fingers tracing his jaw. They were so soft, so gentle as she spoke. Her words sounded like honey, and he was desperate for more. His gaze lingered on her lips as she spoke, watching them form perfect words.

“You’re damn right,” he growled as a tattooed hand slid across her neck, holding her firmly as his lips found her own. He couldn’t resist, it was something he’d been wanting to do for years and now that she was here, like this... Fuck.

His free hand found the small of her waist, fringers tightening around the delicate curve in an almost bruising grip. She was so soft against his lips, against his body, it was all he could do to not destroy her. Now that he finally had her in his arms, he was never letting her go...

#ofamelias #Amelia Bones

ofamelias:

Would anyone -really- notice if she just didn’t attend? Amelia had lost track of how many times the thought had crossed her mind as she was getting ready for the gala. Don’t get her wrong, she loved any opportunity to get out of her work clothes and let her hair down for a while - Merlin knows she rarely allowed herself the chance - but with everything going on at the moment, she couldn’t help but question the Ministers decision to invite so many people in to the building. Personal feelings and concerns aside though, she was duty bound to attend, and so was determined to at least try to enjoy herself as much as possible.

Like a beacon calling out, it didn’t take Amelia long to spot Alastor from across the Atrium. Even leaning against one of the columns, he towered over everyone else, so it was easy to keep track of him while she mingled, waiting until he was free from his conversation before she eventually approached, a smile immediately gracing her features when she could get a proper look at him without anyone blocking her view. So used to seeing him in practical work clothes, the suit and bow tie definitely hit differently.

“Thank you.” Amelia replied as he leaned down to kiss her cheek, a small hand coming up to give his arm a gentle squeeze as he did so. “And only almost?” She replied with a teasing grin once she was able to look up at him once more. “I must say, a shirt a tie suits you. Very well, in fact.”

He hadn’t let her go after pressing a kiss to her cheek, couldn’t quite bring himself to adding any kind of space between them... and damn it if he didn’t love the way her small body felt beneath his grip. Besides that, it had taken far too long to get near her tonight and now that she was here, the thought of being apart had his chest aching.

His lips brushed her ear at her question, “You definitely make it worth it.” He growled lowly, so only she could hear, before returning to his full height. He tugged aimlessly at his shirt with his free hand. “Eh, they’re not really my thing but hey... if it works for you, I ain’t complainin.”

His gaze slid over her body again, taking in the way that dress hugged her curves in all the right places... Fuck, if she wasn’t the most amazing woman he’d ever known. "So good...” He He murmured, shaking his head as if to snap himself out of a trance. “Anyway, have you mingled enough for one evening? Or is more required of you?”

#ofamelias #Amelia Bones

queerwolflupin:

Remus still wasn’t used to being at Alastor’s and was struggling to come to terms with the knowledge of owing nothing in return for the man’s act of kindness. There was a part of him that knew things had potential of being too good to be true - the expectation that the offer would be taken back with Alastor growing tired of his sulking on one of his not-so-approachable days.

The moment of self loathing was interrupted by Alastor calling out. Remus shook himself out of his thoughts and placed the book he had given up on reading down then got to his feet. He took a moment to brush his clothes off, not quite caring about looks but certainly not comfortable with the idea of showing up to dinner looking far worse than he usually did. There would be no forgiving himself if he inadvertently did something to lose the roof over his head and properly cooked meals.

“I could have helped,” Remus admitted once he set foot in the kitchen. “My mum had me properly chopping vegetables by the time I was seven. Never trusted me with the meat though.” The latter came with the territory of preferring his on the undercooked side and both parents finding that standard rather repulsing. He still ate what they offered with minimal complaint since there wasn’t another option while growing up.

Confident that the salad was thoroughly tossed, Alastor placed the heavy serving bowl onto the small round dining table that sat off from the kitchen. It served as the centre placement for the meal he was preparing, as he moved back to the stove. He’d been cooking his steak for a little while now, he preferred his somewhere between medium well and well done.

He wasn’t sure about Remus however... “Ah, glad you’re here. Tell me, how do you have your steak? Yours is on next.” He held up a hand before Remus had the chance to reply, “honest answers only please.” He couldn’t help but snort at the comment regarding vegetables. “Well yes I’m confident that is true, but I like cooking. It’s my outlet.” He pointed his tongs at the young wizard. “Don’t tell anyone else that.”

With a wink, he flipped his steak, the sizzle sounding out through the kitchen. “But you can help... soda’s in the fridge, firewhiskey’s on the table. Glasses are up there.” He used the tongs to point in all three directions, “and you already know where the cutlery is...”

#queerwolflupin #Remus Lupin

kcnorthbear

#mirror

ofamelias:

“Well now… I suppose you’ll just have to tell me all about it then, won’t you?” She quipped back with a grin before turning to reach out for her mug so she could take a sip of her tea. Amelia had never been the type of person to actively flirt with anyone, or even encourage the flirtatious comments of others, but much like with so many other things, Alastor was the exception to that rule.

He was a handsome man, there was no denying that. Strong, stoic, and had a presence that, while others found it to be intimidating, she was always comforted by it among other things. But it wasn’t just that he was easy on the eye, no, there was a lot more to the Sourwolf when you got to know him and Amelia had spent several years chipping away at his steely exterior in order to get to how they were now.

“That’s not for you to decide, I’m afraid.” She shook her head lightly, her thumb escaping from under his large hand to lightly trace his tattooed knuckles lightly. “Whether you think you deserve it or not, you’re stuck with me… After all, who’s going to keep you right if I don’t huh?”

He glanced at the way a delicate thumb traced over his tattoos, over rough knuckles that had dished out too much pain over the yeaars- and then at her, that soft face, those eyes that reflected the whole world. Suddenly, all thought escaped him. Nothing else mattered but her.

In one swift move, he lifted Amelia onto his lap. Her thighs split wide to straddle him. Somehow, it only made her look smaller. Her petite frame settled ontop of his own like that... the Auror had to bite the inside of his lip to stop from groaning at the sight. She looked so fucking perfect. Was so fucking perfect.

And he hadn’t spilled a single drop of her tea in the process. “I think it’s you who’s stuck with me, Bones.” His voice was thick with gravel, a gutteral growl as his eyes traced her face, drinking in every last detail. “I don’t want anyone else to keep me right.” There was only ever Amelia...

#ofamelias #found peace in your violence #amelia bones

alicexinxaurorland:

“Technically not my husband yet….” Alice mused with a little smirk. Though she hoped it would be soon. They acted like they were married though, and Alice knew it was what made them a good team. Alice just raised an eyebrow at him, and shrugged. “You’re here aren’t you?” She mused cheekily. She knew he was right, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud, knowing that he already knew that he was right.

Alice just shrugged at him, but said nothing. She knew he was right. She did need to be more careful. But she thought it was worth it. It was worth it to get a better life, for them to win this war. “It’s worth it.” She murmured, also knowing that he would know exactly what she was talking about it. Of course, she didn’t mean dying, but the risk was worth it. “But…. I’ll try.”

“Eh,” Alastor dismissed he comment with a wave of his hand. “Semantics.” He was basically her husband, a scrap of paper didn’t really matter. Not with the way the pair of them looked at each other. He rolled his eyes at her next comment- “Yes but I wasn’t here with you, technically.” He was now and he wouldn’t let anything happen to her but that wasn’t the point.

He saw so much of himself in her, it made his heart ache. The difference between them was that she had Frank, she had a tether to this world that he never had. A reason to come home. “It is worth it, but not worth everything. Just... remember that.”

#alicexinxaurorland #alice longbottom

WHERE: Alastor’s Apartment WHEN: 8 August; evening WHO: @queerwolflupin

Very few people knew, but Alastor had a secret talent. He loved to cook, was exceptionally good at it. He found it calming, focusing on the ingredients and the methodical tasks that compiled together to make something amazing. it wasn’t always gourmet food, but the notion was the same, regardless. Tonight, he was cooking for two. Remus had been with him for a while now, and if he were being quietly honest - he was enjoying the company.

He’d been alone for so long, it was often why he sought out Amelia but that wasn’t fair on her either. Having someone here to look after, it was nice. And Remus was great company, for the most part. “Lupin!” His booming voice sounded down the hall. “Come one, dinner’ll be ready soon.” His thick Scottish accent lilted his words as he tossed the salad he’d been preparing for the last 15 minutes...

#I hope this is ok!#I suck at starters haha #Also sorry this is SO DELAYED #moondrunken #Remus Lupin

I N F E R I E V E N T 002 // MINISTRY GALA

#Inferi event #I accidentally posted this on Isabelle's account

WHERE: The Ministry WHEN: Summer Gala; evening WHO: @ofamelias

There was a time in his life where Alastor enjoyed these sorts of events. Where he would long for them. The thrill of coming here, for finding a hot date for the evening and mingling with the Wizarding World’s best and brightest used to be enough to get him excited. Now? the glamour had all but faded, and the lure of these things was gone. He attended out of duty, and spent most of the evening watching the seconds on the clock tick away. Smiling and nodding and acting like the dilligent soldier he was...

Until she walked in.

He hadn’t been able to get to her immediately, but he knew the second Amelia had entered the Gala. Heads turned her way, and the energy around his body shifted and changed. There was little that excited him any more, but that woman in that dress? Yeah, that’ll do it.

He had been leaning casually against a column, talking to a dignitary when they had to excuse themselves. Someone else had demanded their attention and he couldn’t have been more relieved. A moment later, Amelia stepped into his line of sight. The smile that stretched across his lips was unflinchingly hers. “Well if you aren’t the most beautiful one here...” He said in greeting, one tattooed hand gripping her hip, the other sliding across her neck, tilting her head up to place a kiss on her cheek. “You almost make this whole thing worth it.” He added with a cheeky wink.

#inferi event #ofamelias #Amelia Bones

ofamelias:

“I believe you.” She replied with a small nod. And she did, or at the very least she hoped that he was right and that everything would fall in to the right place eventually. The problem with hope though, is that it was such a fragile thing when it was being tested on a daily basis, so it was no wonder that even the strongest of people - people like Alastor - were having a hard time with believing in the things they were saying.

But here with her, he didn’t have to act tough or sound convincing, and he didn’t have to be a leader or someone for people to look up to. Instead he could freely voice exactly how he felt without having to worry about judgement, or the question of what others wanted to hear.

“Oh is that right?” She asked with a quirk of her brow, a chuckle soon following as she gave him a swift nudge with her knee, knowing full well that he was joking.

“That’s not true.” She replied, reaching out to give his arm a gentle squeeze. “You deserve plenty more than this, even if you refuse to see it.”

“Mmm yeah, that’s right.” He replied cheekily. Alastor didn’t really do the whole flirting thing any more, at least not with anyone but Amelia. He was too burnt out to care about anyone or anything, espeically his own needs... there was just something about her that had all of that melting away.

It was more than just her looks- which she had in spades. The girl was drop dead gorgeous on a bad day. But her mind, her heart, everything about her just drove him wild, whilst also somehow helped to calm him down. He had seen, and been a part of so much violence in his life- Amelia was a soft light against it all.

Glancing down at the small hand resting against his arm, the delicate squeeze of reassurance as she tried to convince him otherwise. All he could think about was his desperate need to protect her, to shield her from the pain of everything they were facing. Amelia was stronger than him in so many ways. Brave, fierce, unflinchingly loyal...

His other hand covered her own, she was so soft against his rough hand... “Amelia, you are more than I deserve.”

#ofamelias #amelia bones

franklinxlongbottom:

“I didn’t need to worry about it,” Frank admitted with a chuckle. “At least, not until finding the right ring rolled around.” With no siblings and a father that wasn’t well enough to assist in that sort of decision making, it was proving to be more and more of a challenge as time passed. The main challenge simply went down to wanting to get something that didn’t get re-gifted or remain unused in a jewelry box. Alice wasn’t the type to do so but his mother was rather particular about everything. “Perfect,” Frank gasped once he looked the bracelet over. “Suppose this means I’ve no choice but to go home with both items now.”

“I suppose it does, my boy.” He replied with a chuckle. “She’ll love it. They both will.” He motioned to a vendor a few stalls down. “How about we get these wrapped up, and go and have a coffee?” It had been so long since Alastor had taken the morning off, he was craving a sense of normalcy and Frank was exactly the guy to provide it. “What do you say?”

#franklinxlongbottom #Frank Longbottom

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