RP: Dylan and Moody Who: Dylan and Moody Where: Ministry, Aurors' office When: January 25 Rating/Warnings: Summary: Dylan has been waiting, now he wants to know
When arriving at work these days, Dylan had already been up and training for hours. Ronan pounding on his door was now his alarm clock, and he was slowly (and very reluctantly) getting used to stumbling around half awake until the freezing cold woke him up. He'd even taken to drinking coffee in the mornings.
Not that he ever complained. He had asked for this and the training helped. Helped to keep the thoughts away and to keep him busy and it helped to imagine that being Voldemort's head his bullet went through when he was training. Maybe that was why he was proving rather damn good at weapons training, or maybe he just had a knack for it.
Today he'd had an easier time waking up. All through the weekend, he'd been eager for Monday to come around, to talk to Moody and see what he said about the Order. Therefore, first break he got, he headed over to Moody and cleared his throat.