Gideon wanted to get to the pub first, so he apparated over instead of walking. It was the only way to ensure he'd be there first, and he wasn't disappointed. Gideon walked into the pub eagerly. He was definitely intrigued by what Alastor had told him about the transformation he'd undergone with all his years as an Auror. With the clawed foot and the eye, Gideon was sure he was in for a treat. Even more than that, though, he wanted to hear about what that bastard Lestrange did. Expecting the worst, Gideon steeled himself as he looked throughout the room to find Moody in the place that made the most sense for Moody to be.
Change was an understatement. Gideon barely recognized Moody with the combination of age and battle scars. "Fuck me," he exclaimed as he stopped in front of his grizzled old friend. "You really meant it when you said you changed." His expectations were definitely not disappointed as Gideon looked at the way Moody's new eye moved independently of the other. "Does it do tricks or just spin around?" he joked, not really expecting an answer. "It's good to see you, man. Even just most of you."