#thelastmoody

[fawley-en-face]

Get cool, boy

Henry knew, distantly, that he was being more than a little dramatic with all-black on valentine’s day, and coming to a gala on the day of love when both halves of his heart were painfully absent. But he had money to spend on a good cause, and St. Mungo’s was where Emm and Nigel did their good work, and also this event was hosted by Malcolm Greengrass and honestly, fuck that guy, so Henry showed up like the good pureblood society son he was supposed to be. 

Except everywhere he looked, it felt like he could be seeing Death Eaters. The richest people in this room were old-faith blood supremicists, was it really so unrealistic to think that a few of them ran around beneath silver masks in their ample free time? 

He didn’t realize quite how fiercely he’d been holding his glass until a hand fell on his shoulder and tightened imperceptibly. He was about to snap but he glanced over and realized that Alastor Moody himself was hovering just over his shoulder. Henry let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. 

“Can I help you, Auror Moody?” he grit out from between clenched teeth. 

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[zephyrbcll]

“Jesus fucking Christ, what happened to you?” 

He was supposed to be sneaking out, they all were, but leave it to the Death Eaters to make sure everything turned sideways - or maybe he should blame it on Peeves, considering that was the first brush of trouble that he’d had inside the castle and that was just a risk that came with Hogwarts itself.

Sure, that Poltergeist might have been considered a nuisance from what he heard, but Zephyr thought that some people should admit that it seemed as though Peeves also made a pretty damn good security system that certainly knew how to get attention.

At least Moody was save, Zephyr didn’t care that Moody knew he was there since Moody was part of the Order and running into him wouldn’t mean any trouble for Zephyr. As far as things went, Moody was probably one of the best people to be caught by. The only problem was, it looked like someone else had already caught him.

“Hey, you good? This your blood?” Zephyr was pretty sure it was, but at the moment, he just wanted Moody to talk to him. @the-last-moody

[valentinanottt]

"If you've called me in here because all of Kingsley's quills catch on fire whenever he tries to write with them, that has nothing to do with me," Valentina said smoothly, spine straight and hands clasped behind her back as she stared at Kingsley with a raised eyebrow. She would have sat down to have this conversation with him, but Valentina hated the chairs in Kingsley's office - her feet didn't touch the floor and they made her feel short.

"And if you called me in here because of a few broken bones, the healers already cleared me and I have no desire to talk to anyone. It wasn't anything serious, a quick episkey could fix all the damage, I could have handled it myself." And if her skin still make her think of burned parchment a bit, well, so what? She was fine, really. "Now that we've covered those two topics, is there anything else you'd like to discuss? A new mission, perhaps?"

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[alex-moody-church]

Mistakes Have Been Made

Alex apparated onto the stoop of their cramped cozy London home, knowing that Alastor had spent the first few hours after they bought it covering it with an array of anti-apparition charms and other wards that Dumbledore himself would probably have a hard time getting through if they didn’t want him to. Merlin, that had been a long night. There was still blood on his jacket, so he pulled him off right before stepping inside. All he wanted to do was shower and fall into bed with his-

Husband. 

“Alastor?” he said, not signing because his hands were full of bloody jacket. “I thought I told you not to wait up for me- I know you need your sleep.”

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[fawley-en-face]

Recruitment

Henry had been getting ugly looks all morning, standing as he was just inside the Ministry’s visitor entrance, holding a giant sign that said CREATURE RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS in bold red text, spelled to look like blood. Even those who threw him sympathetic glances didn’t dare to talk to him in their place of work. 

After the first hour he gave up standing and sat on the edge of the fountain, still holding the sign, still fielding looks. He was honestly a little surprised that no-one had called security yet, but he supposed that he wasn’t technically breaking any rules. That, or he looked so dour that no-one really wanted to approach him. He was wearing all black, his heavy heeled boots giving him a few more inches of height, and he’d styled his silver hair into a fauxhawk. It was fairly obvious, even beneath the high-fashion trappings, even besides the sign, that he was of creature-blood. 

After another hour, the crowds began to part somewhat, and he saw a tall, intimidatingly-set figure in a dark cloak striding straight for him. He leapt to his feet, stepping up on the edge of the founding and leaning on the sign so that he was a few inches taller than the man, and scowled. 

“I’m not breaking any rules,” he said. “Unless our fascist government has decided to outlaw protest groups of one?”

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[zephyrbcll]

"I swear I will exercise the utmost caution in this room.” Zephyr said with a sigh, oddly feeling like a child promising his parent he would be careful while playing. “I have no desire to accidentally trigger anything that would result in blowing myself up. Or you. Especially you because I think Remus might kick my ass.”

He was not, despite great temptation, going to ask if Moody was sure he was up for this yet. Considering the man was head auror, which automatically meant Zephyr had some level of respect for him, and seemed like a damned stubborn asshole on top of it, Zephyr was going to keep his mouth shut and trust the man knew his own abilities.

Well, he’d mostly keep his mouth shut.

“You do know that I moved most of this stuff in here, right? I just don’t know what most of it does.” Zephyr explained as he finally pushed open the door and stepped inside, what seemed like random junk scattered around. “Beyond dark magic, of course. Pretty sure that crystal ball is supposed to burn the flesh off your hands down to the bone, though. I levitated that.”

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[alex-moody-church]

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Finally free

[valentinanottt]

“I have to admit, I’m impressed with how well you’ve cleaned up tonight,” Valentina admitted even as she reached out to straighten his tie and resigning herself to the fact she’d possibly need to check on him regularly to make sure he hadn’t ended up with some mysterious stain somewhere. “Another hour before shift change, I think. There hasn’t been any trouble so far, but that will be one of the best moments for anything to go wrong.” And dear god, the Ministry would never let them hear the end of it if something went wrong, not after last time. @the-last-moody