Moody And Minerva

1960, December 14th

Again did Minerva find her in a bed that wasn't hers. Sleeping around wasn't her kind of desired relationship, but it wasn't like it was that bad. Until she remembered it was practically her bed. Beside her, a young (specially twenty five), surprisingly handsome Alastor Moody slept. "Ah, you." She rolled over to her left side, giving a slight smile as the cold wind of the winter hit her bare skin. She was still wearing a pink nightgown, but it didn't give her full protection from the harsh conditions that year provided for them.

Minnie pulled the blanket closer to her chest, her emerald orbs shining with the small light of the candle; it was still nighttime. "Shite, I didn't mean to wake you. Didn't realize why it was so cold. Quite pretty, though." Although distracted, she couldn't shake the feeling of something on her back, until she realized that her hair was let down. Minerva hadn't let her locks down in years, and with the consistency of it being tied up, it was now curled. "Would you look at that?"

Minerva felt a hand on her hair. "Your eyes have a little green in them." Moody remarked, his eyes slowly opening. Blue shone in the darkness, like the sky during the summer, tiny twinkles of white in between the lines of light sapphire shade. His face also presented a tired smile, his skin a sun kissed color of bronze. "You should let your hair down more in the winter, it'll keep you warmer."

Minerva only rolled her eyes and shuffled a little more in the bed. "Yes, but I'm used to styling it up, Alastor. I don't think I'll be letting it down soon, yes?" Moody shrugged. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say. Sleep some more." She huddled in, wrapping her arms around him and falling asleep.

Note;

This is out of character for Minerva and honestly they only knew each because of work and how famous Alastor was for being the best Auror, but I somehow feel like a friendship was possible when they were younger lmfao