8 Vines and Designs
Alastor Moody, stifled a yawn as he leaned up against the wall of a corridor wall and waited. He was on a mission and hated early mornings, even more when he had not yet been to bed since the day before. He spotted the witch he wished to speak to and swiftly moved in step alongside her then as they passed a doorway he snagged her by the elbow and with a flick of a finger cast a silencing charm as he tugged her inside and firmly magically secured the door.
Minerva was furious and screeched but not a sound could be heard, she glared at Moody wondering what he was up to.
""You dispatched some paperwork to the courtrooms at precisely 19.46 last night?" He peered at her and saw her frown and then nod. "Who gave you the paperwork?" he asked harshly, never expecting what happened next.
Minerva relaxed and then began to smile. Not an innocent smile or one of warmth but a smile that meant that someone was about to have something nasty happen to them. Moody hoped it was not him. Minerva rolled her eyes as if guessing his thoughts, she waved her hand at her mouth and pointed at him. He cancelled his silencing spell.
"Bloody man, could you not have asked me that question without dragging me into this, this," She glanced around and shook her head , "storage cupboard?"
"Yes, but didn't think you'd cooperate with me."
"Did I ever not answer any questions you have asked previous or withheld information you requested?"
"No,". Moody huffed and had the grace to look ashamed. "I just wanted to know who had given you the paperwork?"
"That's easy, she is called Madam Umbridge, grey haired and her face looks like a squished toad. Why? What's she done?"
"That bitch has managed to get one of my informants sent to Azkaban for three months. They did not even get a trial and I was not even informed about it. Now, my undercover operation has been thoroughly cocked up."
"What was so special about your informant?"
"She was an Animagus."
Minerva smiled and morphed into her cat Anamagi. It was worth doing to see the look of utter astonishment on Alastor's face.
"Well, well, well, looks like I may be requiring your assistance Miss McGonagall in undercover work." He acted as if he did not know but in fact had had her personal file miniaturised inside his pocket for days.
"Minerva, please call me Minerva." She held out her hand as he returned the favour by asking her to call him Alastor, when off duty of course.”Oh and if I can help you to get that evil bitch put away - even better.”
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