The rough voice growling at her from around the column immediately put her on the defensive. Her back pressed harder against the solid stone as the dagger she'd been nervously rubbing her thumb against was out in her hand before the man limped into her vision. His remaining eye stayed fixed on her face while the large, magically enhanced one spun around in its socket twice before staring down at her weapon. He frowned as he leaned against his walking stick,"Too slow, girl."

Muiri flinched at the quiet reprimand as she stared at the heavily scarred face. Her mother had shown her pictures of her father, the famed Mad Eye Moody. However, they couldn't really compare to the real thing. He had a presence about him, reminding her of some of the semi-ferals she worked with, that hadn't really been captured by the photos...she liked him immediately and immensely. However, she was raised to be careful and asked without hesitation,"What was the first letter I coherently wrote to you?"

"Depends what you mean coherent," he said as he committed her voice to memory. A very precise way of speaking, as if she had to concentrate a little harder than others on the words she formed. Low, soft, cautious...predominantly Irish accent with a couple of vowels he could tell she was trying to keep from expanding with the little bit of Welsh in there," Either about the pet mooncalf or asking me about defensive spells. Choose another."

She floundered at the second reprimand in such a short amount of time, biting her lip as she went through a list before landing on,"What was the first defensive spell you tried to teach me?"

He nodded approvingly,"Rictusempra."

Muiri let herself relax only slightly as she pressed her weapon back into it's sheath, but didn't let it go completely nor did she pull away from the column. She found herself feeling restless as she tried to savor the moment she'd been waiting years to have. A moment she'd written to her ata bout, either begging him to come see her or trying to be sneaky to make him say yes only to be denied with each owl. It was marred now. She'd always seen herself coming to meet him with her ma by her side. He didn't seem too concerned about her silence, though, and for that she was grateful. His eye kept darting on her here and there as he seemed to be taking her in. She did the same. Her eyes narrowed, though, when two other red heads came into view at that moment. Having let the two have their moment, they stepped up beside Moody to introduce themselves with friendly smiles. However, she surprised them when she nodded at Mr. Weasley.

"Mr. Arthur Weasley," she said softly. At his surprised look, she explained after a quick glance around,"Ma kept a picture of the old...organization. She said you weren't in it but you helped out a great deal when you could. She has a picture of you three and your sons…"

Arthur beamed and stepped up to shake her hand,"Great pleasure to meet you, my dear! This is my wife, Molly. Her brothers Fabian and Gideon were probably in that old picture."

"Ma'am," she said with a respectful nod, trying to smile. She managed to lift the corner of her mouth before she stopped trying. She couldn't find it in herself to give something genuine at the moment. Mrs. Weasley didn't comment, feeling her heart ache the more she watched Siofra-Muireann. She could smell the trauma coming off of her the moment she turned to Alastor with the defensiveness of a cornered cat. Her eyes were darting to each of their faces, muscles tensed as if she was prepared to run as she rubbed her hands from Arthur's enthusiastic shaking. Figuring a bit of movement would help, the older woman beckoned her forward so they could start moving towards the exit. Siofra hesitated for a moment before gently peeling herself away and sidling up to her side.

"That picture must be old! The boys in it are already off if it was just my older ones," Mrs. Weasley laughed as they walked and took out a more recent picture, pointing to each person,"I believe Bill is going to stay in Egypt for a while and Charlie is staying permanently in Romania with this dragons. My three other boys are closer to your age and my youngest one just started school last year. I hope he doesn't get in as much trouble, he has his sister to look after now that's she's joining them!"

Muiri had leaned over to look at the picture with curiosity, then her eyes went wide as she counted them all together. Mrs. Weasley laughed and patted her arm,"Don't worry, they're a nice lot. The twins like to prank everyone under the sun, but they are sweet boys-"

Moody started to tune her out as a pressing concern made itself known. His magical eye was going crazy in it's socket as he was keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious as well as looking his daughter over a couple more times, getting frustrated as his search kept coming up empty. He could only see the two holsters on his Sparrow and they were both for her invisible daggers. There was no holster for her wand...in fact there was no wand for her to holster.

"Siofra," he finally rumbled, moving a little closer to her to cover her vulnerable areas. What the hell was she thinking not keeping a wand on her person? He struggled to find a nicer way of putting that, despite it not being in his nature to sugar coat things but damn it! This was his daughter and he knew his earlier reprimands must have been a little much for a first meet,"Where's your wand?"

Muiri froze in the middle of the walkway as her mind immediately went back to what had happened to her wand. A plethora of emotions ran through her head ranging from another bout of anxiety, a hot stab of almost primal anger, a lurch of nausea, and a gaping maw of fear that made all color run from her face in a matter of seconds. She didn't realize she was swaying on her feet nor that Mrs. Weasley had steered her gently to the side where she and the rest of the party watched her with concern. They watched as her face twisted into all sorts of faces before her eyes turned glassy.

"It bwoke," she whispered hoarsely. The implications in those two little words had Moody blanching as badly as she had as the Weasley's shared a nervous look.