Who: AlastrĂona Moodyswap & Nymphenburg Tonksswap What: Spending time together. Dealing with whatever's up with Burg. Where: Moody's quarters When: Evening Warnings: TBA Status: In progress.
There wasn't much point to journals when she was about to see him. Moody saw his response, closed the journal, and double checked her wards. They weren't ever trusty in this place, but she used them nonetheless. Should the scientists go awol again, they could still prove useful. Interpersonal connections were tricky things, perhaps the one of the thorny issues removed by the cure she had developed. Moody hadn't cared for it. The damn thing had made her so lax with her security a first year could have gotten the drop. And that was just damns stupid.
There wasn't any cleaning up to do, and Moody didn't put out food to quell whatever issue was in his brain, but she did have some things stored away. Always. There was also the chicken hidden in the tunnel, but that wasn't relevant. She'd seen the battle, and she'd experienced the cure. There was plenty more to do: the games, the unwinding, the fear landscape. But that didn't come until the morning. And she was waiting for Burg, whatever his problems were.