Alastor still couldn't believe he'd done what he'd done willingly. For years he'd ate, slept, and breathed the Division. They might joke about it being his wife, Alastor Moody, married to the job. But, in a very real sense, he was. The job had been every bit as important to him as most men's spouses -- more in a lot of cases.
And he was going to give it up.
To command the guys walking a beat.
If the war didn't kill him, the job just might.
He was trying to mull over the information Potter had just spent a good deal of time imparting to him. But his mind kept coming back to the question of his decision. Not that he was surprised. He'd been doing that for two days, ever since he'd agreed when the matter had come up with Dumbledore.
Glancing up at Marlene as she came in, he huffed quietly. It was on the tip of his tongue to say he wasn't in the mood to go out. But, then she mentioned Hogwarts and his curiosity arose. "We're going out to dinner. At Hogwarts?" Taking her hand, Alastor shook his head. "Are we raiding the kitchens for afters?"