Chapter 1
The host sat at his desk looking over the papers for his next guests. Goeffrey Anderson, of the Anderson Tonight talk show would be interviewing the Moody family. Television and Talk shows were a new concept in the magical world, not brand new, but new none the less. The television had been adopted by the magical community only two years earlier.
There was a long black leather couch that could seat up to three guests with one matching leather chair sitting next to it. A glass coffee table sitting across from it and yet another leather chair sitting on the other side of the coffee table for the host. The audience quietly chatted as a man with a head set came out on stage.
“Five minutes Mr. Anderson.”
Geoffrey looked up at the stage manager
“Thank you Bryan.”
He said politely as he looked over the papers, making notes of questions and crossing others out. He checked his watch, one minute until show time.
“Ready in, 5, 4, 3, 2…”
The audience began clapping as a light shown over the host’s desk.
“Good evening everyone and welcome to another great segment of the Anderson tonight show, with me, your host, Geoffrey Anderson.”
Elizabeth and her children watched from back stage awaiting their cue. It had only been a little over a month since their father had passed on and since then his book had become wildly popular selling a little over one million copies in less than 48 hours of the old aurors death. Becoming more popular than Gilderoy Lockhart’s autobiography “Magical me.”
Alastor Tobias, now 40,stood watching in his family’s modern green plaid kilt, tie to match with a white shirt, black dress jacket, matching socks and dress shoes and sporran, his head was now bald at the top. The hair he did have was on the sides and was gray, almost white, same as his beard. He watched the host speak as he stroked his beard deep in thought.
Katrhine Imogen was now 44, her hair was short with all the beautiful red faded to white, her face was gently made up, a little lip stick and some mascara, wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. She wore a black blouse with yellow and white flowers printed on it, black slacks and flats to match. She placed her hand on her little brothers shoulder waiting.
Rosa Marie, now 35 years old, she held her mothers hand as she watched, her still dark brown hair done up in a bun, hardly any grey at all. Her face was done up much like her sisters but with more eye shadow and eye liner. She wore a black sleeveless dress that stopped just below her knees along with black heals. She hardly looked her age.
Elizabeth, mother, wife, teacher and now widow stood by her children. Now 64 years old, her once long, dark brown hair is white, wrinkles decorate her once youthful eyes and mouth. He smile never changing, her lips were a pale pink. She wore a black blazer, and underneath she wore a white blouse with black slacks with black flat shoes to match. Her wedding ring still on her finger.
“We have a great show for you tonight. As you know we recently lost world renowned auror Alastor Moody. He has fought many dark wizards and sent many more to Azkaban, he married, had children and became a teacher.”
Jr chuckled and shook his head.
“So! I’m pleased to introduce you to his wife Elizabeth and their three children, Katie, Alastor II and Rosa!”
The audience clapped and cheered as the four guests made their way out onto the stage, the siblings sitting on the sofa while Elizabeth sat in the leather chair next to them. Alastor II sat closest to his mother on the end of the sofa, Katie next to him and Rosa on the other end.
“It’s an honor to have you all here. “
Jr chuckled.
“Itsh good to be here. Da wash a fan of your show.”
“Oh we all are.”
Stated Elizabeth, with a smile patting her sons arm while Rosa and Katie smiled. The host raised his eyebrows and smiled, pleasantly surprised.
“Well that’s certainly good to hear. How have things been since his passing?”
Elizabeth sighed and shook her head.
“Tough and very slow.”
Rosa nodded agreeing.
“I understand very well. Now.”
The host shifted in his seat.
“I have read his book and have to say I’m a bit shocked about how detailed things are.”
Rosa raised her eyebrows and chuckled a bit and rubbed the back of her neck.”
“Daddy was never one lie.”
Katie shook her head.
“And lie he did not. “
The audience and the host chuckled. Anderson spoke up.
“So, I have some question for the four of you. And if we have time, I’m sure the audience would like to ask some as well.”
The audience clapped and cheered at that.
“Lets start with you Mrs. Moody. Is it alright if I call you that?”
Elizabeth smiled and gave him a nod.
“How did you handle negative feedback about your relationship with Alastor?”
Elizabeth thought for a minute.
“You know, I really never did. Most of it I just let go in one ear and out the other. Never fussed much about it. The age gap never bothered me, I know I was young when I started dating him but I was a grown adult woman, I had a job and could speak for myself.”
“Did you see yourself as an independent woman?”
“In a way, yes. I mean I was still living with my parents at the time. I had been recovering from a very…traumatic experience resulting in having to move out of my apartment and move back in with them. They didn’t seem to mind though.”
“Was this Jack and Anna?”
She nodded smiling.
“How long after that did you meet your husband?”
“Oh it was maybe a year, year and a half.”
“And how did your parents react to you dating so soon and to how much older your husband was?”
Elizabeth though about this for a moment.
“They thought I should have waited a bit longer. As for the age gap. My mother was a little more accepting of it than my father was. My father, as you know, was a muggle and he had no clue who Alastor was.”
Anderson nodded.
“Yes. I read somewhere in his book that your father handed him a bullet.”
Elizabeth nodded.
“That was dad. Overly protective.”
“Rightly sho.”
Added Jr.
“Your husband suffered severally from PTSD, correct?”
Asked the host. Elizabeth nodded.
“PTSD, Anxiety and Panic disorder.”
He nodded.
“How was that dealt with?”
“Very, very carefully. The first night I stayed at his house I woke up to him yelling. It startled me, I waited a few minutes and carefully went into his room, he was sitting at the edge of his bed, head in his hands shaking, tears rolling down his face. I asked him to tell me what his nightmare was about and he refused to tell me saying he didn’t want to burden me with this. I ended up getting him help but it took weeks.”
“Was he very stubborn?”
Jr laughed at that.
“Stubbon? Bloody hell! It was his way or the highway!”
Katie and Rosa nodded in agreement.
“Looks like it’s time for a commercial break! We will be right back after this!”