A good soldier

Alastor Moody. Auror. Orphan. "By any means necessary"

[the-last-moody]

hestiasjxnes​:

“Yes,” she enthused, leaning in to interject herself into a conversation that was absolutely none of her business.  “She’s right, you’re a git.  But I suppose your hair isn’t so bad just a bit shiny – if that’s hair gel perhaps a bit less?  If it’s grease consider a shower.  With soap.  But anyway –” she waved away the comment that had started.  “no, sorry I wasn’t inviting a discussion.  But I wanted to ask you, have you ever…” she trailed off as the couple walked away.  “Well, okay then.” 

She turned the other way, holding out the greasy looking wrapped package.  “I guess their loss is your gain.  Have you ever had a gyro?  It’s like a taco, but it’s Greek.  Here, I brought you one.”

Moody raised his eyebrow at the commotion the other was making. He was pretty sure she was handling herself as much as he could expected, although he would have said that he was more than a bit of a git. 

He couldn’t help but break out into a small chuckle when she dangled the bag in front of him. “Sorry I can’t. Alex is apparently worried that I might drop dead at any moment and that I have to be eating healthy or quit my job. Unfortunately, no one is taking my resignation letters as of late although if I ever do I’ll take you up on it.” 

[the-last-moody]

yuki-yamashita​:

@the-last-moody​

Of course they sent her down to the Aurors.  Because they were all a bunch of little bitches.  God, one day she was going to quit this job and find somewhere competent to work.  Honestly, it was a bit frightening that the hit wix were run by morons.

“I know –” she sighed, passing a folder to Alastor Moody and stepping back.  “I know this is complete and utter shit, but I didn’t write it so don’t shoot the messenger.  Harris was too scared to bring it down to you – oh, he told me not to name drop him.  Whoops.  Uh – an anonymous hit wizard filled those out and requested I not tell you it was him.  I’m sure it’s going to remain a complete and total mystery to you.”

Moody glanced up from his desk to find that Yuki was here. It seemed especially lately that most of the hit wizards were more frightened of him. Which, in all likelihood after the fuckery they pulled with Alex they should be scared. Still, he would have to at least attempt to mend that relationship. 

“Hm,” He said looking at the folder for a moment and looking back up at Yuki. “Tel Harris if he wanted to be anonymous maybe type his reports next time. I could recognize his chicken scratch from anywhere - off the record of course.” Looking through the documents he nodded slightly and said, “He misspelled “outrageous” in outrageous use of resources too. I’m assuming your spell correcting pens charms must be wearing thin as well. Tell him that I’ll send him a gallon to replace it, and to take this compliant up with the budget committee.” 

[the-last-moody]

Alastor Moody didn’t approve of the fair, but to be fair he didn’t approve of much. It was more of an obligation to remind people there was always a cost, and he didn’t trust that the reward was worth the risk.  Horcruxes made the situation worse then they could have ever expected, and if he was honest he didn’t trust any happy celebrations anymore. 

That and he had to leave his husband alone, which wasn’t pleasant. 

Still he didn’t feel like it was his job to investigate this, but apparently the minister didn’t feel the same way. “Hey - you there stop. Did you see anyone suspicious around these tents?” 

@oskaralmstedt​

[the-last-moody]

Your smile shines as bright as the sun, handsome.

[the-last-moody]

alex-moody-church​:

Alex let himself get pulled into the hug, and it was more present and warm than any dream or hallucination he’d endured in Azkaban. It was real. His arms came up tentatively around Alastor’s back, his forehead resting on Alastor’s shoulder as he sighed and held the breath in his lungs for a long, tense moment, as though afraid it would all vanish on the exhale. But it didn’t. He managed to hold back the sob, too. 

Alastor’s voice was warm and low, breath puffing soft against the shell of Alex’s ear. Impossible to miss. I’m real. 

“Don’t apologize,” he rasped into Alastor’s cloak. “Don’t. You didn’t do this to me. You did- you did everything you had to do. I know that.” I understand. 

Alastor didn’t exactly shake, but part of him wanted to as he settled with Alex in his arms. His hand moved up to hold Alex head trying to comfort him. He remembered the motion from his mother, when he was scared and this was the same feeling he was pretty sure. 

However, these weren’t monsters in the closet. He couldn’t tell Alex that the hell was over. He didn’t know, and he wasn’t a good liar when it came to him. 

“Shh. Hey. Calm.” Alastor said as he heard Alex rasp and not liking it. “I’m here. that’s all that matters right now. Okay? I’m not going anywhere Alex. When you’re ready we can get you something to eat and some water. But I won’t leave you okay?” 

[uselessatheart]

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot (via uselessatheart)

[the-last-moody]

you think you'd be a better minister than the current one

“Nope. I’d be a horrible minister. If I wanted the position or thought I’d be good i would have run for Minister.” 

[the-last-moody]

you know the birthdays for all your work kids

“Correct. If I didn’t Alex would remind me so I might as well know it.” 

[the-last-moody]

Your husband is the only living person who could say what color underwear you prefer.

“I would hope so so I’ll go with Correct.” 

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

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[the-last-moody]

narcissa-istic​:

“Do you have children yourself, Auror Moody?” Cissa found she couldn’t quite recall one way or the other, despite how much her mother had pressed her to memorise pureblood family trees. She suspected that if he had kids they might have been in school with her, but she’d never been overly social.

Countermeasures, as if he expected that to happen again. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, but nodded. “I’d certainly like to hear about anything we could do to keep our students safer– the gym is supposed to be a safe place for them. Outside of the war.”

But there she was rambling again, and she stopped herself from continuing. Auror Moody must know just as well as she did how the war only seemed to creep closer– she’d lost cousin after cousin and friend after friend, but Lucius always came home.

“A- a taxi?” She blinked in surprise, before managing her expression back to something neutral. Cars were completely foreign to her– her parents had taken great pains to avoid even the enchanted ones– but she didn’t want to give off the wrong impression. “However you’d like. Academy of Defense is in Horizont Alley, about a block past Pilliwinkle’s Playthings.”

Moody tilted his head slightly at the question and said, “Depends on who you ask and what qualifies but none I’ve gotten to adopt no.” After all, he hadn’t really had the chance had he? He’d married Alex right as the war started, and there was no way he would put that target on a child. He already knew that he’d caused Alex heartbreak after heartbreak he couldn’t expand that. 

Still, he supposed there were people he had adopted, in some type of way even if he wasn’t really their dad. There was a bit of comfort there, but as the war continued he couldn’t help but think maybe he wouldn’t get to see a child grow up. That he wouldn’t get to be called a dad, and that he’d stolen that same chance from Alex. 

Moody nodded and said, “Children should feel safe. No one should live in fear of being hurt, but children especially. I can explain some, but I’ll also send over a memo of other protections and wards you could put up after I put up mine.” After all, if there was one thing he was sure most people who had a heart could agree upon was that children should be safe. They shouldn’t be frightened.  Fear breeded resentment and divisions, and if this war was ever going to really end all children should feel safe. 

He just wasn’t sure if that would happen. 

He nodded slightly as he started to navigate the halls and said, “Okay. You can also explain any kids you might be worried about. If we do checks, we won’t involve your name or your establishment but say that it’s a mandatory check from the ministry.  ” 

[the-last-moody]

leonapodmore​:

“Alright, just pretend you felt supported by a bunch of baseless but hopeful claims, and that I reassured you on your inner strength or whatever pep talks do.” She said, satisfied with what she guessed was a rare Moody grin.

“Your record still speaks to people that listen to reason, they’re few, but they’re enough that you’re not looking for a job right now.” She didn’t know if, or when, this would blow over, so she decided not to comment on it. But if Moody had no one loyal to him on the inside, he would have even more problems than he already did. 

Moody was right, with all eyes on him, more serious topics would have to be discussed elsewhere. “I don’t know, if there’s ears on the walls the safest topic might be the Cogg and Bell sale, it got canceled because of the riots.”

Moody snorted and nodded slightly feeling like the joke didn’t need much more than that. After all, he wasn’t here to give the impression that he was a class clown. if he wasn’t careful people would assume that he’d laugh at anything mildly amusing and that was just not a world he could live in.

He paused for a moment and said softly, “That won’t last forever, and there’s a good chance that it won’t last even today.” Moody was, deep deep down an optimist in a very pragmatic sense. He thought good would out way bad. However, there was no reason to believe or to consider that there was away that this would end up well for him. He’d promised himself that he was smart enough to survive this, but well this far into the war he wasn’t sure if that was the goal anymore. 

“I imagine a lot of sales will be postponed for awhile.” Moody said nodding slightly at the idea. “I was hoping that people would feel safer soon, but I don’t think that’s the case. This war was on the decline, but seems like it’s just a spark to be re-lit. Although maybe that’s a lot to put on a bell and cogg sale.” 

[the-last-moody]

narcissa-istic​:

“They would,” Cissa confirmed, trying to keep her voice even as she talked about the situation. It was harder to stay calm now that she had her own child– would it always be like that? “Their names, their parents’ names, their addresses, and anything we’d need to take note of– medical issues, behaviour problems, family situations.”

She reached into her purse, pulling out a piece of parchment marked with pink ink. “I’ve made a list of students with delicate situations, but there are a lot of students who are just.. muggleborn, or the children of Ministry employees. The books go back years.”

“I haven’t taught class lately, I wouldn’t know,” she continued, “but if you’d like to come with me, I think the other instructors should still be there.”

Moody sighed at the news thinking that it was awful to think of and started to move to pack up his stuff. “Then I think it would be best to launch an investigation even if it’s over precautious. I can also recommend counter measures for future break ins if you believe that you might need some help.” 

Taking the list he nodded slightly glancing down to see if any names popped up in his mind immediately and said, “Thank you. I will have one of the Auror’s look through this to see if anything pops out while we go to your studio if you don’t mind. I think it’s for the best if we are proactive about this. Just at a first glance none of the names are connected to any open investigations but it would be good to check into them just incase.  ” 

After all, there was a soft spot for kids in Moody. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt obviously but he especially didn’t want a child to get hurt. 

“Would you like to take a taxi?” Moody asked the younger knowing that some people were uncomfortable while pregnant walking that far and that Apperating wasn’t always a great experience either. “I would like to interview the other instructors as soon as possible, if that is okay with you.” 

[the-last-moody]

♛ Alex

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