Carry Atropine

It still wasn't enough of an endorsement for him to take the other's hand.

He nodded and grumbled out, "Just get it over with."

Following him to the interrogation room, Fenrir noted the hooks on the table and floor. Empty, for now. Compared to some of the other times over the last decade, Fenrir was glad that he still had use of his hands and wand instead of the Department's silver shackles that they loved to use. Sue him for making them do their job of investigating.

"So, just have some basic questions to run through about your whereabouts last Thursday evening" Amos hating interviewing people. Really it was the worst. Amos had spent most of his life trying to build rapport and easiness with people. Questioning people was the complete opposite and made him feel anxious. "Could you tell me where you where between the hours of 8 and 11 PM"

Fenrir hummed as if in thoughtful consideration, "Sleeping with your girlfriend." He intoned seriously, hand gesturing towards Diggory.

Fenrir shrugged, a bit uncomfortable so at admitting that he can't keep steady work. Unless one counted the Dark Lord, which obviously should not be mentioned to the Auror. "I pick up the odd job here and there. Got a night shift tonight."

She listened and nodded her head understandingly. "You should get the proper rest, then" she hummed softly.

He hummed in agreement. A flicker of excitement to hang out with his friend was igniting in his heart. Genuinely relaxing with friends wasn't something he'd done since Hogwarts, just before his world had crumbled the first time he woke up after a full moon with his own blood under his claws.

Alecto mirrored his grin. She could see herself on him, at least some part of hers. A deeply hurt and misunderstood creature who struggled to make meaningful connections ith others. She was glad to be his friend.

She listened and almost made a joke about her feeling that way whenever she was on her period, but she didn't now if he would appreciate that. Hesitantly, she pushed two strings of his hair away from his face, her touch was gentle and tender. "That sounds like a nightmare" she said sympathetically before grabbing her purse and looked inside.

A hand reached towards his face and he tensed before leaning towards it. Fenrir hoped she hadn't noticed that particular weakness. She tucked stray strands of hair behind his ear before disappearing. He opened his eyes, unsure when had he closed them, and watched Alecto pull out yet another meal container.

Instinct or years of practice reading the body language of repressed purebloods, made something in Fenrir uneasy. Not fearful, but rather aware of the high-wire he'd be walking in this conversation, he grew excited to see how this would go. Either Other Carrow will change his mind about Fenrir or he'd get a kick out of being a bother from the man who stole the only available seat in the damned pub. He'd just have to ensure that Little Carrow kept her brother intact at the end, no need to make her mad.

"Long day at work," Amycus said with a shrug. "I'd say I assume you understand, but maybe you don't. What do you do for work again Greyback?"

It was a fairly busy place so it wasn't until the body had stilled next to him, did Fenrir pay closer attention. Nostrils flared to get a better sense of who this was, body tensing with a caress towards his wand.

Then the scent hit and he realized exactly who it was. Not his name, but the tawny brown wolf who played at being a hunter with him. So much could that younger wolf learn if he joined his rightful place in the pack.

"I believe we have met," a finger tapped the side of his nose, "Here to work? You should sit down." Here his voice slipped into alpha, less and invitation and more demand.

At Remus' continued hesitation, Fenrir realized that the other wolf truly had no clue. He knew he had turned the other, but wasn't sure when. A pang swept through him at the thought; something akin to regret for not taking the boy to be raised among them, before it was swept aside for the usual simmering rage at humans. Remus' ignorance about werewolves was surely the fault of the witch and wizard who raised him.

"Looks like that's the last booth over there. I'm here to sit, drink, and judge if you want to share for a bit." He said awkwardly twisting the icy glass.

He said following the other man to sit.

"He," Fenrir tilted his head, "won a Gobstones tournament and is going over, in detail, about it."

They rounded the last small cutback to the river and entered into a cozy little clearing. His breath came easier to him, turning his face up to the sun. "Alps? Very nice. I'll have to owl you. How much of a heads up do ya need?" Transfiguring a blanket, Fenrir carefully sat himself down and patted the space next to him.

"It's been a very long time though" she hadn't gone to the mountains in a while. Her father was still alive and she wasn't as broken as she was now. They finally reached to the clearing and she inhaled slowly as she took it in. "Please do, I'd love some company" she said and she meant it. Her family home was too big, too many ghosts playing mind tricks on her. "Not much, really, maybe the day before?" She wondered.

He hummed in agreement. A flicker of excitement to hang out with his friend was igniting in his heart. Genuinely relaxing with friends wasn't something he'd done since Hogwarts, just before his world had crumbled the first time he woke up after a full moon with his own blood under his claws.

Fenrir shrugged, a bit uncomfortable so at admitting that he can't keep steady work. Unless one counted the Dark Lord, which obviously should not be mentioned to the Auror. "I pick up the odd job here and there. Got a night shift tonight."

Who: @dashing-diggory

Where: Ministry- then—Dept. for the Regulation & Control of Magical Creatures

Fenrir had read and re-read the missive and couldn't summon the usual blistering anger. Instead, his chest was ice cold. Apparating to the designated time and place at the Ministry Atrium, he waited in line at the security desk. The guard actually sneered at him for having a wand to register being in the building. "Basement, Level 4, Beast Division, Werewolf Registry." The guard read off the missive before a witch behind Fenrir complaining meant that Fenrir was allowed entry with a visitor's badge.

Making his way to the stairwell, the lifts made him motion-sick, Fenrir made quick work of getting to the basement. He may not have wanted to be there, but the sooner he was in, the quicker he was out.

But with the evidence that had been given to him when he was told to take this interview, Amos really didn't have much to go on. It was a little embarrassing sometimes. Though it was obvious that they'd given this to Amos as a punishment for speaking against a department decision last week that he deemed cruel. He could see how the war was starting to make the people in charge panic and in his opinion, make stupid rash decisions.

"Mr Greyback" Amos came into the hallway, introducing himself with a handshake, though he wasn't sure if the man would reciprocate the gesture "Just through here." Amos also didn't like doing what he considered a basic interview in a full questioning room but orders were orders "Just a few questions to ask today, so this shouldn't take up too much of your time."

@alphagreyback

It still wasn't enough of an endorsement for him to take the other's hand.

He nodded and grumbled out, "Just get it over with."

Following him to the interrogation room, Fenrir noted the hooks on the table and floor. Empty, for now. Compared to some of the other times over the last decade, Fenrir was glad that he still had use of his hands and wand instead of the Department's silver shackles that they loved to use. Sue him for making them do their job of investigating.

He scoffed lightly at the money comment, "Wish I could say the same. Thankfully, no, nothing broken."

remus shuffled forward as if he were part of a hive when his name was called for his tea order. the cafe was the only place he could work lately since he felt like he had too many distractions at his place or his friend's and finding an actual library seemed too quiet. so the cafe it was and remus found his usual table. as he passed some people, he suddenly stopped. it was like the air clenched around him, a strange invisible string pulling hard at him. remus didn't know what it was. he blinked and without realizing, didn't know he was staring at someone. "sorry-i thought-nevermind, you just...looked familiar."

It was a fairly busy place so it wasn't until the body had stilled next to him, did Fenrir pay closer attention. Nostrils flared to get a better sense of who this was, body tensing with a caress towards his wand.

Then the scent hit and he realized exactly who it was. Not his name, but the tawny brown wolf who played at being a hunter with him. So much could that younger wolf learn if he joined his rightful place in the pack.

"I believe we have met," a finger tapped the side of his nose, "Here to work? You should sit down." Here his voice slipped into alpha, less and invitation and more demand.

He could almost feel whole just breathing in the aromas of the shop.

"He's a charmer" she smirked playfully.

"Languages and a green thumb. A many skilled witch," Fenrir paused, "I'd like to see that, if you'll have me."

He was trying to feign indifference if she was making a "polite invite" that wasn't really an invitation. He hadn't had a true friend that wasn't pack in years and, of course, that didn't bother him at all. Now how to actually feel that way without whiskey and blood burying his heart.

The red head smiled at him. "I would love that" she said and she genuinely meant it. Alecto liked Fenrir, he was good company and she liked being around him, he brought her a sense of ease that not many people did. "Just let me know when you are available" she then added with a smile.

They rounded the last small cutback to the river and entered into a cozy little clearing. His breath came easier to him, turning his face up to the sun. "Alps? Very nice. I'll have to owl you. How much of a heads up do ya need?" Transfiguring a blanket, Fenrir carefully sat himself down and patted the space next to him.