✘ $ ✉ / alastor & cecelia rip
Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.
FROM THE OFFICE OF ALASTOR MOODY.
Miss Avery,
If you would be so kind as to keep that greasy fuck your fiancé out of my department, I would be eternally grateful. I do understand that some men regretfully neglect their reading comprehension skills, but I do sincerely hope that Mister Rosier can read the fucking signs on my goddamn doors understands, at the very least, indicative arrows and symbols. If children looking for their parents in upper levels have the wherewithal not to wander into the Auror Offices, certainly your counterpart can do the same. Dumbass. Your own avoidance of my floor would lead me to believe that you, at least, know where certain unauthorized presences are not welcome. Do see to it that he minds where he wanders.
Kindest regards, Alastor Moody
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
the letter is delivered in an owl-related mix-up. it is after this that alastor vows never to use a ministry owl again.
Arthur,
Please tell Molly that I don’t need any comforting today. I know how she gets -- never should have told her that today’s the anniversary of, well, you know. Seems like she’s not even inclined to look my way in the lifts anymore. I hate being a fucking sap, Arthur, but I also can’t goddamn handle anniversaries, ‘specially bad ones. Seeing her flaunt that rock she’s got on her finger, today of all days -- gotta keep believing that she’s not trying to rub it in my face. That’s not her way. She’s too damn good for that, too damn good for him.
Being alone is easier. I don’t know how you manage, loving Molly like that. Lucky you, knowing you’ll never lose her.
Anyway, I’m done being sappy. Gonna put some whiskey in my coffee. Fixes everything. You coming for lunch?
Alastor
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
Cecelia, I know I’m not a man of means, nor am I a man who knows how to treat a woman such as you. I must admit I’ve never really loved anyone before, save my own family. I debated sending this to you, but I figure the time we’ve had I figure life is a gift and I figure you’re going to I Shit
Cecelia, I may not have much money, but I do have respect for you that I guarantee he doesn’t have. Being an Auror doesn’t pay much, but you’d be safe.
Cecelia, I know where I rank in the scheme of things -- half-blood and falling to pieces, with barely a galleon to my name. And I know how I feel about you for certain. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Letters are fucking stupid.
Cecelia, Hard to believe you said yes to that prick so easily. Didn’t peg you as the sort to I understand that you’ve got some lofty ideas about “duty”, but you don’t have
Cecelia, What happened to you to make you think that you’ve got no way out of this? Is this really what you want? Do you love the guy or not? Listen, Cece, you’re no picnic, but you’re the most amazing woman -- I know how the world works. I’ve got nothing to offer next to that asshat. No status, no big house, not enough money to sustain your infatuation with those fancy teas. But I’m too fuckin’ involved, Cecelia. I’m in it too deep. Just say no. You don’t have to be what they want you to be. They’ve got you trapped, Cecelia, and one day it’s gonna destroy you. Maybe not right away, because you’re stronger than hell, but eventually -- I see what this shit does to people. What those people do to each other. You’re not like that. You’re better. You’re different. You’re better.
the letters are all stashed away, but never destroyed. perhaps one day he’ll send them all.