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Post by Alastor Jude Moody on Aug 4, 2019 3:48:46 GMT
 Let the eye of vigilance never be closed
Knocking a stunned man out was highly unethical, but then so was ordering perfectly innocent muggle-borns to wear armbands like giant targets for their harassers. Alastor was fine to turn a blind eye to anything they needed, so long as it meant inching them ever closer to a sane wizarding world once more. This racist pureblood supremacy dragon dung was infuriating, and honestly in made Moody’s blood boil. If there wasn’t the chance that he’d be found out, he’d slip these two gits right into an empty cell in Azkaban without so much as a trial, and “forget” to tell anyone they were there.
Dormiens told him to search the Death Eater. Alastor didn’t need to be told twice. Sticking his large hands into the pockets of the man’s robes, he found very little of interest. A few knuts, balls of lint, and a scrap of parchment that looked like it had once been a price sticker. Alastor moved to the inner pockets. Here he found a wand, which was peculiar as the man had another wand held loosely in his unconscious hand. It wasn’t readily clear who the wand belonged to, but Moody assumed it was obtained under less than upstanding means. Finally, Alastor pulled the silvery mask away from the Death Eater’s face. “Recognize this one?” Aly asked casually as D approached. He looked over her shoulder as he stood to his full height as she named the Death Eater she’d unmasked as Crumpleback. “Fuckin’ cunt,” he snarled in the Ministry man’s direction. He turned back to Dormiens and the Death Eater who’s face was unfamiliar to the seasoned Auror. Not a Ministry worker and not one of the many seedy wizards who used the MLE jails like a revolving door. “He had this on him.” Alastor displayed the spare wand in the palm of his strong hand.
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Post by Alastor Jude Moody on Jun 24, 2019 0:01:24 GMT
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Post by Alastor Jude Moody on Jun 2, 2019 4:55:29 GMT
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Post by Alastor Jude Moody on May 28, 2019 5:53:43 GMT
Let the eye of vigilance never be closed
It had been two weeks since the Minister of Magic had announced the new statutes that were clearly aimed at breaking down the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy of 1689, not to mention ostracizing muggle-born wizards and witches, making them easy targets for Death Eaters and bigots. Every day, Alastor was seeing more and more shining silver M’s, marking people needlessly as they just tried to go about their lives, and every day he witnessed more and more occurrences of extremist hate focused on fine wizarding folk simply because of their parentage. It was disgusting. It was even more disgusting that the Order had yet to address the newly enacted laws. Alastor trusted Dumbledore as much as he could trust anyone, but the old coot was either so riled up about it all that he couldn’t control himself long enough to host a meeting and develop an effective plan to counter the obvious political corruption, or he was taking a rather lackadaisical attitude to what essentially was the beginnings of a second holocaust.
Patrolling the streets of Diagon Alley on a Saturday was normally considered the easy shift, but the attacks on muggleborn-owned shops was making even wizarding safe havens like this one not so safe. It seemed a quiet enough day today, that is, until a rush of people and screams began emitting from a dark turn that led into Knockturn Alley. As wizarding citizens ran away from the sounds of dueling blasts and shattering glass, Alastor ran towards them, drawing his wand and gripping it tightly as his huge frame squeezed down the tiny walkway, his large feet barely fitting on the stone steps as he took them two at a time. A gnarled wizard hobbled past him and up the steps, giving Alastor a clear view of the back of a cloaked figure with wand drawn, and a bit further up was Dormiens. Moody sent a stunning spell at the cloaked figure, hitting him in the leg and causing him to topple.
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Post by Alastor Jude Moody on May 27, 2019 4:13:53 GMT
Let the eye of vigilance never be closed
Alastor gently shut the door to Alice’s bedroom, having backed out silently on his tiptoes as the toddler slept peacefully. Ever since she turned three, Alice was a much better sleeper. He and Clarice now had the bed to themselves for almost a full week at a time, although without fail at least once a week they’d be woken in the middle of the night by crying and neither mummy nor daddy had the energy nor the heart to send her back to her own bed once she’d calmed down. At least she consistently went to bed without a fuss. A quick story or three, a lullaby Alastor always managed to butcher, and a dozen or so kisses, and soon Alice was sleeping soundly surrounded by a mountain of teddies. “Think we’ll make it a full week, this time?” he asked Clarice of their sleeping successes thus far as he stepped out into the living room. They were going on day seven of undisturbed sleep. He was probably jinxing himself just by mentioning it aloud, and Clarice hushed him and threw a couch cushion at him with a broad grin on her face. Alastor returned her teasing smile, but the look faded quickly as a letter appeared on the coffee table behind Clarice.
“What is it?” Alastor’s dark eyes scanned the words, which gave little clue as to the purpose of their meeting but anyone unaware of the recent advances the Dark Lord was making in the Ministry was either dumber than dragon dung or purposely shoving their head in the sand. “Albus needs to see me,” he answered, folding the letter and stuffing it into his trouser pocket. “Enchant the locks and don’t answer the door. I’ll probably be late, don’t wait up.” He kissed Clarice on the lips, his large hands tilting her face up to meet his, then rose and headed for the door.
Upon arriving, Alastor scanned his surroundings to ensure he was alone, then held up the invitation he’d received only a short time ago. The parchment turned to ash and the enchantments lifted, allowing Alastor inside. The room wasn’t even half full but there was a sour note in the air. Moody felt it, himself. “Albus,” he said, nodding to the elder wizard. “Andre.” He turned and headed to the left side of the circular table. “Ladies.” He nodded at the youngsters who were dressed up for going out, not fighting evil bastards, then pulled out the chair closest to Dormiens. “The Abersteens settling in well, D?” The Abersteens were friends of the Moodys, good friends, and muggleborns. They had three young children and were understandably scared about the Ministry’s new anti-muggleborn agenda. Alastor had asked for Dormiens to help them out in the same way she was helping the muggleborns Albus sent her way.
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Post by Alastor Jude Moody on May 27, 2019 4:07:48 GMT
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Post by Alastor Jude Moody on May 27, 2019 0:06:30 GMT
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PERSONALITY Boggart: A blackness that spreads over everything in sight, blocking out all light
Mirror of Erised: Himself with a glittering badge on his chest naming him the greatest Auror in the history of Britain
Patronus: Hyena - The birth of his daughter, Alice's tiny hand closing around Alastor's scarred index finger
Charismatic and charming, and despite the scars his many years working in the Auror department have earned him, Alastor is well adored by pretty much everyone - so long as they have nothing to hide. He comes from a long line of Aurors and takes pride in his work, striving to be the best in the field and having earned himself quite a reputation as a dark wizard hunter. He is known to be a little arrogant at times, especially when it comes to his work, so he assumes if a colleague doesn't like him it means they're up to something - it's best to pretend to be on good terms with him or else he'll have an extra close look into your background and you'd better pray he doesn't find anything untoward.
Alastor is a caring, doting husband. He and Clarice married for love and welcomed an adorable little girl into their lives only a few years ago. They have plans to grow their family more in the future but the rising tension in the wizard world has put those plans on hold.
Rather popular among his peers, Alastor has a large handful of friends, most of whom are in the Order or aligned with them in the very least. They find him to be a passionate and loyal man, not afraid to jump on stage at the local karaoke bar and sing a few ballads should the mood strike. He's not a big party animal, but he's no prude. His friends enjoy his company and welcome Clarice along regularly. The Moodys are quite well liked.HISTORY
Mother: Esther Moody, 71, Ravenclaw, pureblood
Father: Gregor Moody, 102, Gryffindor, pureblood
Siblings: Angus Moody, 42, Gryffindor, pureblood
Hamish Moody, 38, Slytherin, pureblood
Callen Moody, 27, Ravenclaw, pureblood
Partners: Clarice Moody, 35, Durmstrang alum, halfblood
Others: Daughter: Alice Moody, 3, halfblood
Alastor was born to two people in a year that is undisclosed although it has been called the greatest year of students that Hogwarts has ever seen. He was a Gryffindor and to this day, the professors that are still alive talk of the wonders of 'The Perfect Year Group'. Beautiful, sexy people that maintained perfect scores and played quidditch and joined clubs and were just all round beautiful people. Alastor, being a Gryffindork, was amongst the sexiest. After leaving school with his perfect grades he joined the ministry where he trained as an Auror. He also got married at some point. He also became a father to little Alice and put away a fuckload of bad guys while looking good doing it. He's a badass. He's sexy. He's smart. The total motherforking package. OOC Play By: Terry Fuckin' Crews Your Alias: Slither Pronouns: Her/she Age: How dare you! Other Characters: How dare you! Where did you find us: How dare you? |
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