There were two schools of thought on being ridiculously badass, as far as Moody was concerned.

Corner Conway -- and even the Potter kid, if he was going to give him any sort of props for anything -- were the kind of people who did stupid things in large, well-organized groups. Power in numbers and the ability to somehow pull of something completely ridiculous.

He himself liked to do things on his own when he was doing something very stupid. That was why he hadn't bothered to call in any of the Aurors that he knew were also part of the Order...or at least, it was part of it. The other reason he hadn't called any of them was out of a not-misplaced, semi-irrational fear that whoever he ended up calling was going to end up being another bloody Death Eater like Loftus.

Moody gritted his teeth and looked down at the ridiculous looking patronus in front of him, concentrating. He could follow the general direction, of course, and he wasn't completely daft -- he'd picked up a few useful skills in his time as an Auror, and that included being able to preform a basic trace.

He slipped under his invisibility cloak and closed his eye, taking a deep breath. Time to go, then. Moody fired off a blasting charm into the place more or less right in front of himself, since he assumed the Death Eaters would think he'd fire from, you know, across the room.

Doing stupid things on your own, remember?

Trap!

Christopher had little qualms about sitting in the dark for long stretches of time. He felt similar to solitary confinement. Impassive to swelling bruises and festering cuts, indifferent to his gnawing stomach that was so use to plentiful meals. But what he was especially proud of was his ability to completely refuse giving up information under capture; a skill that all aurors possessed, but him so especially. All of these combined made him possibly one of the worst people to interrogate, if he didn't say so himself.

But the real treat was that this was the Order he was dealing with. It had been easy to detect, with Longbottom being one of the more famous members and Moody right along with him. Oh yes, the little fuck Goldstein had called the Order. As aggravating as that had been, it really had turned into Christopher's best interest. The fact that Sebastian had yet to show his face here only gave him the one thing he needed to grasp onto to keep his lips zipped tight. They wanted death eater answers? Well Sebastian Goldstein himself would have to come here and get it from him. Even then--- Christopher was a lot of things, but he certainly was not a traitor.

Christopher snapped out of his daze as the lights above blazed on, his lips automatically moving to bare his bloody teeth beneath. He heard the door open and close, but the sudden flood of light temporarily prevented him from seeing who it was that had entered.

"Where is my brother in law?" Christopher hissed as a figure emerged before his blurred vision. He twisted his wrists in their binds behind his back as he picked up his chin to see who it was. Longbottom and Moody were in for another session of disappointment if they hadn't fulfilled his request to bring in Sebastian.

So---Christopher Loftus tried to attack me in my home, but I knocked him out and now have him tied up and unconscious here.

I'm not really sure what to do next?

Who: Veronica and Alastor
What: ...sigh.
Where: Alastor's apartment.
When: Tonight. Now.

( Goodbye, Veronica… )

"Say cheese!"

Alice set the camera on its timer and rushed forward to slide under Frank's arm. The room filled with a chorus of 'CHEESE' and a loud grumbling of 'No' as the flash nearly blinded everyone in the room.

"Goodness, Alice," Emmeline Vance mumbled, pressing her hands into her eyes. Alice blinked a few times to try and rid her vision of the rainbow-colored spots and hurried (well, stumbled, wow--that flash was very bright) back to the camera to catch the picture as it fell out of the front. Swiftly, she held it up to watch it come into focus and instantly her vision was cleared. Oh, see. They were such a lovely bunch, even if a few of them hated each other.

You were allowed to hate someone and still look lovely together, Alice believed.

"Okay! Well!" She waved her free hand around, anyone who wanted to look at the picture (though she could probably make copies! Ooh--) could come up and snatch it away from her...not without a fight, of course, "Food is---"

Alice watched as the group immediately dispersed toward the food and drinks and other activities she and Frank and Marlie had managed to set up in the Longbottom's rather expanse backyard. Yes, the Order, while amazing crime fighters, also had the keenest sense of of smell and taste--or was it just they were really hungry?

Who: Veronica Zeller and Alastor Moody
What: 3 Month Anniversary
Where: Veronica's flat
When: May 23rd
Rating: TBD
Status: Finishing in comments.

( He hadn't gotten sick of her, and he hadn't turned out to be gay. )

WHO: Alastor Moody and Veronica Zeller.
WHAT: A DATE! OMG! Or...you know...not. Totally a date.
WHEN: Saturday night. February 23. [Hella backdated]
WHERE: A restaurant.
RATING: NC-17! For kittens! PG.

( Alastor Moody was not ashamed to admit that he had not been on a date in quite a while )