Name: Alastor Moody
Format: Resolutions
Date: 1 January of 1985, 1987, 1988, 1992, & 1996
Relevance: Documents the end of Alastor Moody's career as an Auror and his subsequent retirement.
Warnings: My apologies to dial-up users.
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*growls* This year, I resolve... )
I'd be happy to get you started.
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*frowns*
It doesn't sound like a very effective weapon then. Not if it knocks you about and spoils your aim.
*holds up his hands in surrender*
Only, only if you hit the target behind you after aiming in front of you after having the arrow ricochet off a branch. *grins*
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Yeah... Used to have tests every so often as an Auror... Make sure you can hex in the right direction and all that...
*growls*
Well, you learn to compensate for it, beforehand. Then it doesn't spoil your aim.
*grumbles*
Well, then maybe I'll have to miss that target.
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*frowns*
Like compensating for the wind? Like that? Oh and you'll need to do that as well.
*grins*
Oh come on! Be a sport!
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Well, magic to help you aim would be cheating.
*nods*
*gruff*
Yeah, just like that... That should be pretty easy...
*scowls, looking particularly sour*
*grunts*
We'll see.
So sorry for the ridiculously long delay in replying. *shakes fist at work* I hope all is well with you! *hugs*
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I should warn you; it's quite a bit harder than it looks.
Who knows? Maybe you're a natural and you'll make me look like a piker at my own game!
That's quite all right! *joins you in fist shaking* Hopefully things will calm down a bit for you. I've been well, thanks. *hugs back*
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*scowls, grumbles*
I hate it when people cheat...
*nods*
Oh, I'm sure it does take a good bit of practice.
*smirks*
Who knows?
I do dream of it being calmer! Though I should be around this weekend as hex_files and cleaning my room are my only two weekend goals -- and who really wants to clean...? ;-) Glad you've been well!
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*smiles*
I'm going to have a shield charm ready just in case!
I'm quite looking forward to finding out.
UGH! Not me! I hate cleaning my room!
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*dryly*
I can only imagine...
*snorts*
*gruffly*
Always better safe than sorry...
*growls, a bit surprised*
Me too.
Me too! Hence, why it's in a particular state of disaster...
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I'm sure you can. I'd be happy to explain if you'd like though.
Wouldn't want to have an eye out out now. *raises his hand to his mouth* OOPS! I beg your pardon Moody. *sniggers*
When would be a good time for you?
OH BOY!! I hope nothing under the bed grabs you! ;)
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*gruff*
Please don't. Unless you'd like me to have more crimes for me to charge you with...
*glares with his good eye*
*growls*
Has anyone ever told you you're a regular laugh riot?
*shrugs*
Well, I'm getting older... Suppose there's no time like the present, if that'd be alright?
hee! Actually, an avalanche is more of the concern than anything lurking... ;-)
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*innocent*
Why NO! How very splendid of you to mention it!
Sure. Um, Hold out your arms. I'll need to know what size bow to have for you.
Uh oh! If you have books stacked up like I do...Look OUT! Wear your hard hat.
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*drawls*
Oh, really...
*growls*
What are these penalties, then?
*grumbles, jaw clenched*
So glad I could be the first to tell you...
*suspiciously*
Both arms? At the same time?
There *is* a book-pile! But it was the clothing-piles that were more structurally unsound... Though I made a lot of progress on it today!
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You just been dying to let me know haven't you?
*supremely exasperated*
For goodness sake Moody! I'm not going to use a tickling charm on you! I need to know what size bow to get for you! *humphs angrily*
Though no one was ever bruised by socks falling on them. :)
Hooray!! Good for you!
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I see, I see.
*rolls his eyes*
Oh, of course... Been waiting for just the right occasion to tell you...
*grumbles, under his breath*
A tickling charm was the least of my worries.
*louder*
I just don't like being touched.
*scowls*
Alright?
Quite right!
Thank you, thank you! And it's lasted for 24 hours! Woo-hoo!
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*still grinning*
Not waiting no. But I'm not going to let an opening like that just slip by.
*still exasperated and sarcastic*
Well it's not as if I want to hug you!
Fine! I'll just guess. And if you end up with a bow only a troll can draw it'll be your own fault!
HEY! That's longer than mine ever lasted.
I blame the socks. They won't talk! ;)
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