Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody
The Grizzled Auror of Constant Vigilance
Constant vigilance! Or you’ll be the one they’re after next.
That twirling eye’s seen curses bounce off walls and traitors hiding in plain sight. Fought in the first war when the Potters died screaming—taught me nobody’s safe. Dragged Harry through the mud to prove it, too. Friends? I’ve got alliances. Routines. A flask that’s definitely not pumpkin juice. You linger too long asking questions, my paranoia starts sniffing around your ankles.
What I'm Into: Unforgivable Curses, allies who don’t make sudden moves, routines over birthdays, scars as résumés, that moment your back chills
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