Shopping With Moody
Summary: Joyce and Moody go Christmas shopping.
Spoilers: Some for Book 4, but it’s not direct.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Um, this is a pretty pointless chapter. I just wanted to add it because it develops Joyce and Moody’s relationship some more.
Thanks to Sally, my beta.
Feedback: I know you want to.Shopping With Moody
“I want to go Christmas shopping,” Joyce said to Moody.
“Sure. Tonks loves shopping.”
“I was hoping you would come with me.”
Moody hated shopping. Especially for Christmas. Why? It was all propaganda. People should never feel perfectly safe and secure. We all need to watch our backs.
He could change though, for Joyce.
“Now,” she grinned and quickly frowned when he sighed in defeat. “If you don’t want to go-”
He felt horrible. She looked so happy and then he made her stop smiling.
Moody stood up from the kitchen table, pulled Joyce up with him and kissed her on the cheek.
Moody always hated muggle vehicles but Joyce convinced him to drive with her in a taxi. He kept a close eye on the driver.
Joyce pointed at muggle clothing and compared them to what she used to have.
“Before I had two kids. I’ll never have that figure again,” she said, a little depressed.
Moody didn’t know what to say. “You look very beautiful.” That came out of nowhere.
She smiled and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
After the ride, Moody and Joyce walked down the sidewalk up to a brick wall. Alastor tapped a few bricks and the wall opened.
“Where are we?” Joyce asked as they walked in.
“Diagon Alley. We can go to some muggle shops if you want to.”
“I have never seen wizard shops. Let’s go,” she giggled a little. Moody looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “I feel like this is another adventure. It’s not dangerous too, which is a bonus.”
Did Moody want to tell her about the disguised Death Eaters? The evil that lurked in the dark corners of the gloomy part of the Alley? No. He would protect her. At all costs.
“There’s a good shop,” Moody pointed at a broody shop.
“It looks kind of anti-Christmasy.”
“I want to buy my own gifts,” he smiled lightly. “I’ll only be a few minutes, I promise.”
“Okay,” Joyce said reluctantly, reaching out for his hand. He looked at it and shook his hand, instead putting his hand on her shoulder. No one could know what he felt for Joyce. That could put her in more danger than she already was in.
Inside, the store seemed darker. There were mirrors all over the walls and in glass cases there were little devices.
“These are Dark Detectors,” Moody began, “they spot enemies. I was thinking I could buy some, as gifts. Go ahead, look around.”
Joyce nodded and looked at some books on shelves. There were books about curses, jinxes, charms, creatures, dark arts and a ton of other things. A book about defense against vampires caught her eye.
“I doubt you need that, since your daughter fights them. I’m done shopping though,” Alastor said, pointed at his bag filled with sneakoscopes and a few books of his own. “Did you want anything here?”
“Not really. I wanted to get Dawn an owl, so she could write to me.”
“Sure, be we have to tell her the dangers of having letters intercepted-”
“For a simple ‘Hey Mom, I’m fine’?” Joyce smiled when she was out of that dark shop. Fresh air felt a lot better.
Moody began to speak until Joyce noticed a nice dress robe in the window.
“Dawnie would love that. She looks wonderful in green.”
Moody said nothing. His magical eye was whirling out of control. Behind them, there were three known Death Eaters (at least, known to Moody). One of them was none other than Lucius Malfoy.
“What do I owe the pleasure, Alastor?”
Moody glared at the long-haired man. Joyce even thought she heard him growl.
Malfoy gently took Joyce’s hand and kissed it.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Lucius winked at her. Moody was about to pounce.
Summers just stood there, frozen.
“I’m glad to see that you are doing better than last June. You seemed a bit shaken up,” Malfoy said in a low voice.
“I wasn’t quite myself
,” Moody said, in a dangerous tone, “but I’m a lot better now.”
“That sounds good. I wish I could stay and enjoy your company but I’m very busy.”
“I bet,” Moody muttered as they walked off.
He looked at Joyce, who looked pale.
“What’s wrong?” He asked as he patted her shoulder. He longed to kiss her and get rid of her problems, but people were watching. People would know.
“That was the first person I met that’s a, you-know-what.”
Moody was a bit proud that although she was shaken up she wouldn’t talk about Death Eaters in public.
“Besides Snape, but…”
“Are you hungry? I’m starving.”
A/N: I thought this chapter was a bit fluffy... Oh well. Review now.