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[alastorismoody]

Alastor roughly shoulders his way through Diagon Alley as he tries best to get to the Leaky before his lunch break ends. The Auror Department was such a mess—shit was going down with this Ibis business, and there was a bloody war on—but he still wants a cup of tea (coffee, if they had it) and perhaps a slice of pie. Or a salad. The thought makes his stomach rumble painfully. “Oi! Watch where you’re going!” He shouts, as he runs into something solid. 

[alastorismoody]

moody & bones | egg hunt

@amelie-lejuste​

He has no idea how he got talked into this. The soft, fuzzy part of him thinks that maybe he let her talk him into this because he was insufferable to her the other day. The other part of him, the survivor part, thinks that maybe she might be right about these idiotic eggs. Maybe something was afoot, though why it would be connected to silver eggs he hadn’t a clue. Regardless, he had scrounged through his wardrobe to find something Muggle, and had come up with bell bottoms and a v-neck jumper. He pulled them on and moaned. He looked ridiculous. Really, what are these Muggles thinking? 

The car was something he had been dreading above all. Anyone who knew him knew he didn’t trust Muggle cars. Muggles died in car accidents all the time. Yet, here he was, pulling open the door to a Ford Cortina with a little more force than was absolutely necessary. He had to drive to the ministry. Drive! At least, he told himself, he had plenty of snacks for what would undoubtedly be a long stake out. 

As soon as he was parked, he nearly ran to the visitor’s entrance of the Ministry. Once he was safely inside, he sent an inter-office memo to Amelia, informing her that he was ready, ignoring the glances from the wizards milling around him. 

[alastorismoody]

alastor & edgar | the island

@edgar-j-bones​

Shetland stretched before him—green rolling hills, frothy blue waters, rocky cliffs. Nostalgia rolled in his stomach. Merlin, he had missed being home. For so many years he had made the treacherous, not to mention long, journey from Shetland to London. Part of the journey was done on broomstick, part of it by floo, and the last leg required him to walk through Muggle London. It was brutal, but he hadn’t minded it. It meant he could be home at night, with Rosie, a cup of coffee (decaf) and a slice of pie. 

That was years gone, now. Shetland became part of his looming past, the past that had done its best to drag him down. His home was now a dingy London flat above the shops in Diagon Alley, that had one single couch, a table, and a bed. It was miserable. 

Yet, here he was. Home. Rosie was bounding through the grass, happy as anything. He was happy to sit and wait for Ed to arrive, but the grass was muddy and uneven, so he went closer to the shore. It was peaceful, even with the waves thrashing against the rocks. 

[alastorismoody]

time: 9:56 pm date: december 10, 1965 place: hogwarts status: open

There was something haunting him as he wandered the halls doing Prefect duty. Hogwarts was his home for so many years that now, faced with the prospect of leaving in just a few short months, he was absolutely devastated. The year had come suddenly and painfully like a battering ram. His parents had died over the summer, and his wonderful, beautiful, lovely sister was currently in the hospital wing, struggling to keep a hold on life. 

Loss was an old friend. Al had lost so many people in his life. Both sets of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins... until he and Aileen were the only two Moodys left. Their lineage reduced to a teenage boy with anger problems and a soft teenage girl with years left to live. It was enough to make anyone resentful. 

Yet Prefect duties would have to continue on as usual. He actually didn’t mind them overmuch—it gave him a chance to think and be alone without people constantly questioning him. As it was Christmastime, most of his peers were glad to be in their dorms exchanging holiday cheer. 

Except for the person swathed in shadow in front of him. “Och, what’re ye doin’ out of bed?”