Authors Note: Just a little story I did when I was bored. And the characters may not seem like their cannon selves (personally, I think Moody reminds me of Sybil in this story). And I must stress that this story was not checked by a beta, so I apologize for any errors.
Disclaimer: Alas, they are not mine. All rights go to Miz Rowling for her outstanding ability in the imagination department. ~applauds politely~
Now, onto the story.
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Breakfast had just started when the doors of the great hall opened and in came Alastor Moody, looking slightly put out. He slowly limped his way up to the staff table, both eyes scanning the chattering crowd of students warily. Upon sitting down, he began investigating his food with a purposeful manner, seemingly checking for some absent substance. When he could no longer prolong his hunger, he cautiously began piling food on his plate precariously. He paused only to sniff the eggs.
"Alastor, are you feeling well today?"
"Well Minerva, to put it mildly... Hell No!"
Several teachers and students looked up to glance at Moody, before returning to their breakfasts again.
"Please Alastor, keep your voice down." Albus asked.
"Would you care too tell us what it is that has you so upset?"
"I haven't found the sixth conspiracy yet."
"The what?"
"The sixth conspiracy Minerva!" Alastor repeated vehemently.
"What?"
"The sixth conspiracy to murder me."
Minerva turned to glare at Albus. It had been his idea to hire Moody as the Dark Arts teacher again. She had been entirely against it.
"Why would someone want to murder you?" Albus inquired, struggling to ignore Minerva's death glare.
"That's the question!" Alastor exclaimed. "I have yet to answer it though. But, every morning, I never cease to find six traps set to kill me."
"Why six?" Minerva asked, having given up on her glaring at Albus.
"No clue. But I do have a theory. Six it the number associated with the devil. Obviously, the person behind all these schemes is a devil worshipper."
"Hmm, that sounds..." Albus trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
"Horrifying." Minerva finished for him, trying to hold back her amusement.
"Indeed it is. And I have failed to find the sixth conspiracy. So, if I am dead before the end of the day, do not be surprised."
"Oh how I wish Sybil would say that." muttered Minerva.
Alastor turned back towards his eggs, the only uneaten type of food left on his plate. He suddenly turned toward Albus and Minerva, grinning madly.
"Look at my eggs." He said, pushing his plate toward them.
"Excuse me?"
"Look at my eggs. Don't they appear green to you. Food poisoning, that's it. He or she was trying to poison me."
Albus stared at Alastor blankly.
Minerva quickly turned away, failing to stop the snickers that were escaping her.
"I live."
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