Who: Alastor Moody and Poppy Pomfrey When: Monday, August 29th, afternoon - Backdated Where: The Leaky Cauldron What: Lunch and talk Rating/Status: PG-13 for Moody's foul language / Closed
"So I get to the office and find out he's not there," Alastor grumbled as their waiter set their plates down on the table in front of them. "Got called to a meeting with the Minister. Could've let me know. Wouldn't have wasted my time going in."
He'd ordered the fish and chips; Moody speared a piece of battered and deep fried fish and held it up to examine it with his magical eye, then gave it a sniff with his scarred nose. He knew the cooks at the Leaky Cauldron, but you never knew when somebody would slip something into your food. He would follow this same procedure with every morsel he ate.
"Still," he said while thoughtfully munching on the fish, "Was good to see the place and some of the old faces. Department's gone downhill since I've left, though."
That was Alastor - he wasn't happy unless he had something to bitch about.