Alastor Moody (i_mad) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-07-28 15:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | gideon prewett, x-alastor moody |
Who: Alastor Moody and Gideon Prewitt
What: Drinking and talking
When: Sunday, July 21 - BACKDATED LIEK WHOA
Where: The Pub
Why: Moody wants to see Gideon after all these years and to tell him about Rabastan Lestrange
Rating: High because of Moody's cuss-mouth
Status: Incomplete
Comment: Maybe open to Amelia, Arthur and George later, but after Moody and Gideon's had to chance to say what they want to say :D
After writing his last response to Gideon, Moody closed his journal, tucked it under his arm and apparated to the pub. He'd only passed it before, on his way through the village to the residential area, but long years of experience gave him the ability to apparate to the new location without being splinched. He wanted to get there first, to scope out the place, and as he hobbled inside, he stood in the door frame and looked around: his magical eye pivoted wildly in all directions, looking through walls and even under the floorboards, checking out every person who was in there and noting their location as if they were a potential threat. Everybody was a potential threat in Moody's mind, especially in this new place. Especially when he knew that Death Eaters were roaming around, free.
Moody selected what he thought was the most strategic booth in the pub; in the far corner with a direct view of the front door, and he sat at the table with his back against the wall so nobody could sneak up behind him - as if anybody could with his magical eye. His walking staff was propped up against the wall, nearby, and his wand was at the ready, in case of an attack.
A waitress took his order and Moody waited. Amelia was going to arrive, and so was Arthur along with his son, George, but it was Gideon who Moody really wanted to speak with. The last time he'd seen Gideon was at his funeral, decked out in the coffin beside the body of his brother with family and friends breaking down over the two casualties of war. They died fighting, with their wands in their hands, which was the most an Auror like Moody could want. It had been a dirty rotten shame, though- they were good lads, the both of them, with promising futures. It was another reason why he hated Death Eaters so fucking much.