Who: Alastor Moody and Mary MacDonald When: Friday, October 27. Right after lunch. Where: Moody's office Rating: TBD
It had been several hours since Alastor had sent a note to the MacDonald girl, requesting a short meeting with her. He wasn't entirely sure if she would show up, but he wasn't so far into his job to be without any hope. He hadn't demanded she come see him, rather extended a curt invitation. She could turn it down without any repercussions. But he really wanted to talk to her.
He'd seen types like her before. Traumatized. He was aware that she'd lost her mother recently, but her hostility wasn't that of melancholy. At least, Alastor didn't think it was. There was something else going on, something that no one was sure about. He wasn't certain she would talk to him about it, but if he could glean any kind of information at all...well, then someone might be able to help her.
So he waited, sitting at his desk in his make-shift office and watching his enchanted quill scrawl his signature on a stack of Ministry required reports.