Alastor wants to rid England of Death Eaters (astorvigil) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-05-21 00:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/05 may, alastor moody |
WHO: Alastor Moody
WHEN: Thursday, 21 May 1980, 6 am
WHERE: Alastor's flat, Windermere
WHAT: Alastor trying to drown out his sorrows before work
RATING: Swearing
Alastor supposed he had always known his fairy tale life would dissolve eventually. He just would not have predicted he'd be so young. In first year, he had ridden to Hogwarts with his future best mate and his future wife, the only people who really meant the world to him.
Tears welled up in his dark eyes as he remembered his school days that he shared with Elizabeth as they fell in love, especially in seventh year. He never would forget that trip in spring 1967 they took to Dover where he asked her to marry him. They thought love could conquer all. Now Alastor had to forget how delusional they had been.
Reaching into the liquor cabinet that he had locked for the last time after the Death Eater attacks two weeks ago, Alastor pulled out a full bottle of spiced rum. He never drank before work but today he decided to make an exception. His calendar required him to be out in the field all day after 10.
Sighing, he opened the bottle and took a giant swig of the alchohol. Considering Bilius's dislike of the stuff, he knew that no one else would be drinking this bottle but him. As he swallowed, the rum scalded his throat causing him to cough.
Just eight months ago, Lizzie had announced her desire to take a break in their marriage. Hours before returning home, she left for her sister's apartment in Wales with a stern warning for Alastor not to follow.
In retrospect, maybe he should have heeded that warning. Turning up in Cardiff unannounced, her sister had threatened him with her wand and slammed the door in his face. He remembered that night at Bilius's parents' as one of the worst nights of his life. Thank Merlin he had such a good friend who could help him grieve.
Last night had been even worse though if that were possible. The annual Abbott reunion always fell in the middle of May. Jack, Lizzie's older brother, had invited Alastor but he would have probably attended even without an invite. He had never been so embarrassed in his life before last night though. Lizzie arrived at the party with some bloke, who he learned to be her boyfriend by some impartial observers.
Alastor had thrown a few shots of vodka back before confronting the happy couple and that had ended so fucking awesome. She informed him that she planned on filing for divorce the next morning. Her brothers had had to carry him out of the place and he disapparated for home where he emotionally crashed and only fell asleep thanks to some Dreamless Sleep potion.
Between another drink, he considered asking Crouch for the day off but supposed a yes from him would be as likely as receiving Christmas presents from his estranged French relatives. Taking one last gulp, Alastor corked the now half-empty glass and decided he should get ready for work as he should be there in forty-five minutes.