Characters: Alastor and Melisande Moody Date: BACKDATED: Sunday 7 January 1979, after this Setting: Moody Manor Content: Language. Maybe violence, who knows? Summary: Moody comes home drunk, Mel’s been waiting to pounce on him for trapping her while Violet was hurt Status: Incomplete
The last week had been, as Alastor predicted, an utter shit show. Many departments at the Ministry had been involved in little details of the cover-up. Even though her office had nothing to do with it, they’d still received a few mis-sent owls; a veritable fleet had descended upon the building, with complaints and demands to know why the Aurors hadn’t done more or prevented the attacks entirely. And everyone wanted to know what the blasted skull in the sky was.
She had barely seen her husband for several days, but that was to be expected, with Alastor needed everywhere and buried behind a mountain of paperwork. Mel had dropped by his office when he had a few free minutes, but the meetings had been quick, with none of their usual banter or other activities. And she had been busy too, soothing people Alastor pissed off with his blunt questions, and helping her sister with Violet.
As a result, Mel’s anger over Alastor trapping her in their cottage while their niece had been hurt festered, until she had forgotten she had forgiven him for his bout of paranoid over-protectiveness. How horrible for gentle, caring Violet to be caught in one of the attacks, and injured severely enough to need to spend a few days in the hospital. Aside from work, Mel had spent time with Morgana, keeping her sister calm so Violet wouldn’t suspect how angry she was about Violet being hurt, or that Orion hadn’t bothered to see her.
Naturally, the perfect time to bring it up was when he came home drunk from a night out with Jackson Corner. Mel was waiting in bed for him, deceptively calm when he stumbled into their room. “You are an arse,” she informed him in a pleasant tone. Unlike when he'd come home that day, her anger had turned cold.