Fenrir Greyback

A lazy smile graces Selena’s lips at the sound of his laugh, finding the sound to be soothing and exciting all at the same time. Her hand slides away too as she stands up in one graceful movement, out from under the silly little spell he seems to have cast on her. Metaphorically, she has to remind herself from time to time that magic is in fact real and she must be careful with her phrasing. “Of course I remember, it hasn’t been that long since I’ve made you tea.”

It doesn’t take very long for her to make the tea; their kettle heats up quite fast on the stove, and she’d gotten used to making tea for the two of them even if it has been a tad bit. Before long, she’s walking back to the couch, carefully balancing their two teacups. She sets Fenrir’s down in front of his before taking her seat and cupping her own tea in her hands, taking a small sip and closing her eyes. “Mmm. Tea here is so much better than regular-I mean, muggle tea.”

That gentle laugh was quickly met with a smirk, amusement filling him as his eyes returned to Selena, watching her get up; lingering possibly a bit too long once again, but who could really blame him? Only a blind fool would be able to ignore her beauty. “ Long enough for me to feel the need to remind you, I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to relax --- or to have a drink that didn’t continue some strain of alcohol. “ Fenrir thanks her as she returns, taking his cup with a small nod of appreciation. His large hands fold around the warm drink, taking in the warmth of it before lifting it to his lips, taking a sip. “ I enjoy both, but there is definitely something different about tea that is crafted from a wizard’s hand, magical ingredients or not. “ He ponders over it, never really considering the difference between the two worlds beverages until that moment. “ --- so long as I can use an obscene amount of sugar and cream, I’ll take either. “

Her eyes locked on his too, his gaze making her feel a little breathless. She hoped he wouldn’t notice, or maybe she hoped he would. She could never decide. The twitch of his lips caused a lazy smile of her own, though hers lasted as she hung on his next words. She gently squeezed his shoulder, making note of how warm and big his hand felt on top of her own, and her smile grew wider. “Thank you, that means a lot to me. I feel really safe with you around.” 

Just as she’s hoping he doesn’t notice the blush that’s cropped up on her cheeks, she notices his teeth gritting together and she frowns softly, opening her mouth to ask about it before he interrupts her train of thought. “Oh, yes, tea. But now I don’t want to get up, curse our comfy couch.” She laughs softly, really though she just didn’t want to move her hand. “Alright, let me go so I can put on some tea,” she says, looking back up into his eyes.

--- A laugh escapes Fenrir, one that most would find unfitting if they didn’t know him. It was a soft sound that left him, gentle and filled with both kindness and love. His eyes lingered upon Selena’s for a moment longer before looking away at the same time he pulled his hand away from hers, a faint smile painted upon his lips; something only she seemed to bring to him lately, the world otherwise feeling quite unkind. “ You recall how I like mine, yes? Opposite of how most see me. Almost too sweet for most people’s tastes, and definitely a shade that would make most English upturn their nose. “

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When she saw the look of disappointment on his face, her heart twinged and her lips pursed into a small frown. She looked first at her bedroom door, then back at Fenrir, then at the floor, before finally settling her eyes on her…whatever he was to her, he was important. She crossed the room to sit beside him, placing a gentle arm on his shoulder and giving a sigh that betrayed her true feelings. She thought to pull her hand away, maybe she was overstepping. But, no, she was comforting a friend. No matter what else happened, he’d always be her friend. 

“I…I don’t actually want to be alone, right now. I just thought…” she trailed off, not quite sure what she thought. “Well, I’m not actually busy. If you still are, I’ll make you a cuppa tea so you can focus. And if you’re not…” she bites her lip nervously, looking down at the floor again. Why did she lose her composure around him? “Let’s spend a moment together.” 

It’s a match… FENRIR GREYBACK!

You smelled… “WOOD BURNING, WET GRASS & BAKED GOODS”

You described yourself as… “Do you like someone who can RUN A GROUP? I’m the man for you.”

You told me… “I’ll PROTECT you from anything but be CAREFUL I can BITE.”

And you are looking for… “someone who ISN’T AFRAID to STEP ON ME. I DON’T always want to be a LEADER.”

Grizel thinks your perfect match is… is someone who will certainly TREAD ON YOUR TOES. You need someone who will let you TAKE THE BACK SEAT, while they’re in THE DRIVER’S SEAT and LOVE being there too. You were matched based on your SIMILAR NATURES and desire for DANGER and the LACK of a POWER STRUGGLE WITHIN A COUPLE. You both were fond of DARK WATERY SCENTS and BURNING WOOD which are dominant when you brew a love potion. 

You will be… going on a date to a favoured spot by PURE-BLOOD families, BAMBURGH in NORTHUMBERLAND! A favourite of fancy families due to it’s SECLUDED NATURE, I have booked you dinner at a favoured restaurant amongst sorcerers overlooking BAMBURGH CASTLE by the fire in your own PRIVATE DINING ROOM! Afterwards feel free to take in the BEACH, venture into TOWN for more DRINKS or use my name to book into THE BAMBURGH CASTLE INN, you sound like you might want to let off some steam. - Grizel Hurtz, xoxo

It had felt like forever since she had last seen him and she could clearly tell it was just as hard for him as it was for her. Whether this was a smart choice or not, she knew she had to make it at some point.  He looked more intense – more put together – than she remembered. “Thank you for coming here, didn’t think you’d want to see me but I’m glad you did,” she cleared her throat and realized soon enough this sounded more like a business meeting than what she was hoping for. “Don’t worry I’m not going to yell at you or anything, I just think it’s time we officially sat down and talked to each other.”

The accusation hurt like a bruise. Stunned into a temporary silence, Rosalie knew far better than to defend herself. In spite of it being an insult if she’d ever heard one, such prejudice couldn’t be expected any less from a Flint. Her lips pursed together. Clearly he wasn’t going to provide information without some influence. She would simply not be a Flint if she didn’t know how to persuade others, but it was obvious to her that the usual bat of her eye would do her no good. “Then what is the price you are willing to bargain with?” It was a dangerous game to start playing. The urgency in her voice proved that she was not leaving empty handed yet again. She would not back away. “Whatever it is, I can make it yours. Just say the word and I will ask nothing more of you.”

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Selena sighed as she trudged to her apartment, tired after a long evening’s work. She had a lot weighing on her mind, had for a while, and was recently beginning to feel like she had to bear this load alone. A thin frown was still etched onto her soft features as she unlocked the door, pushed it open, and walked inside. It was dark, she didn’t see that Fenrir was sitting inside until after she’d already locked the door behind her. As she turned to face him, she painted a false smile on her face-she was getting really good at that, lately-and spoke softly. “Hi, haven’t seen you home in a bit. I’d stay and chat but I have some. Um. Paperwork.” She cringed inwardly at her own bad lie-what kind of barmaid does paperwork? She thought she’d be excited to see him, she’d been looking forward to it, but instead she just felt like being alone some more. That ached more than actually missing him.

Lately it had seemed as if the weight of the world had been crashing down both around them, and on top of them; their pack seemingly managing to get right in the middle of everything that was going on. Fenrir found himself with his head in his hands, mind reeling as he worked to figure out what exactly he was going to do about everything that seemed to be coming out of the wood works as of late. A grunt escaped him as he heard Selena return home, his head lifting to look towards her. They hadn’t had any real time together in awhile, with everything happening seeming to pull him away from those he cared most about, and the idea of being able to share dinner together or even a drink seeming like a dream he could only wish for. His mouth opened to offer to make them a meal, only to close quickly as she spoke. His lips fell into a frown, met only by a nod of understanding. “ --- I see we are both busy then, but if you do find the time... I would enjoy having a moment with you. “

Who: Fenrir @alycanthrope​ Where: The Fountain of Fair Fortune 

Hella tapped the table nervously, eyes darting up as each body passed on by scared that one of them is going to be her brother. She had already downed one drink and another one was instantly placed in her hand – it had been since he had robbed her place that they had even been in the same room together. Hella stared at the liquid in the cup as she was transported back to that time, when all her hard work to help her brother was gone – taken – by none other than her brother. That when the sound of a chair being pulled back and the breath of another person (of a familiar person) caused her to jump back into reality. “Fenrir.”

Finger tips tapped against his thigh as he entered The Fountain of Fair Fortune, a place he wouldn’t personally have chosen to meet had it been his choice. The air immediately felt strange to him, almost tense, as if he didn’t belong there; and he clearly didn’t. His lips twitched, his attempt to retain a stoic expression faltering just ever so slightly as he surveyed the room until his eyes landed upon his sister, Hella. Hesitation. Old memories rushed back, buried emotions bubbling up. Fenrir quickly worked to shove them down again, swallowing hard as he made the few strides over to where she sat. Another breath, deep, before he tugged on the empty chair near her, pulling it back. “ --- hello, Hella. “

There was never an occasion prior that demanded her seeking out the likes of Fenrir Greyback. Everything between her and Jonathan was kept away from the curious eye of everyone. But she couldn’t sit idle in the maze that was the Flint estate when there were questions keeping her up. She needed Jonathan. If not for answers, then to simply find comfort in knowing his absence was not at all linked to her own disappearance. She prayed for his safety. “I’ve been looking for a member of your pack. I came searching for you in hopes that you might have some information. ” She concealed her affection beneath the stone expression she wore, not letting a single crack through. Rosalie had perfected the facade of nonchalance. Even when talking about someone she loved. “Do you have any word on the whereabouts of Jonathan Reeves?” 

She could never become accustomed to that reception. The hauntingly stunned look that would cross others expression at the mere sight of her. It made her feel like something phantom, as though she shouldn’t be there. But there was no backing down from the situation. Her determination to find Jonathan would not be hindered by the simplest overreaction. “I’ve been searching for you.” Rosalie admitted, biding her apologies a farewell as her focus settled elsewhere.

LOCATION: Knockturn Alley. FEATURING: Fenrir Greyback. @alycanthrope​

Leaving The White Wyvern empty handed and dissatisfied, Rosalie ventured out into the back end of the alley. She remained discreet as she made her way around the cobbled streets, wandering aimlessly in all her accumulating woe. It would come as a great surprise that luck should soon find her. Turning into another street with her head down, Rosalie collided with someone unexpectedly. Taking a step back as she uttered her apologies, her sights soon landed on the person she had been at her wit’s end searching for. “Fenrir?”

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where: the white wyvern  when: soon after the Yule Ball ended

Rabastan sat quietly in the back of the bar. It was after hours and the music had been switch off, shutters closed and darkness filled the room. The only light source in the room came from the floating orb of light above him, Lumos Maxima. He sipped on a glass of whiskey which he had helped himself too. He looked up from his glass when he heard the footsteps approach and offered the chair opposite him to his guest. Rabastan was still in his Yule Ball outfit, shirt untucked and tie nowhere to be seen. 

‘Do not fail me again’ were the words that rang in his mind, Bellatrix’s own raging voice echoing the sentiments. “Fenrir.” This mind game Rabastan was about to play was a dangerous one. He had no idea how much Fenrir knew and it would be ignorant of him to think that Fenrir knew nothing. He slid the bottle forward along with a spare glass, “Whiskey?”.

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“I know how that feels.” Remus agreed, taking another drag. “Feels like half my office are in there so I have to be on my best behaviour.” He laughed, between exhaling the smoke. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to give so much information to a complete stranger but the alcohol coursing through his veins had made him feel less cautious this evening. “Sure you must know what I mean by that. You Ministry as well? Or one of the alleyways?” He asked.

Another roaring laugh, Fenrir was enjoying the presence of his fellow wizard. “ Best behavior. A pitty, I would love to see everyone here enjoy themselves without any pressures of work or society --- wouldn’t that be a sight to see? “ He took another drag, leaning back against the outer wall of the Crystal Pavilion while doing so. “ Hmm --- I’ve been focusing on starting my own small business, nothing too well known yet. " His shoulders raised, rolling in a slight shrug. It was an amusing half lie, one that range mostly true but became twisted so slightly that it sounded simply innocent. “ I don’t enjoy being tied down --- not in that way anyways. “

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“Bit of both.” Remus replied, handing him the cigarette. “I think I’ve had that many fire whiskeys that if I didn’t stand still outside I would have keeled over in front of half the ministry.” He added with a chuckle. “Yule though, time to eat, drink and be merry and all that.” Taking a drag from the cigarette, Remus held it for a moment before exhaling the smoke into the air, wrapping his free arm around himself and his coat to shield him from the coat. “What about you, are you out here avoiding the crowds or on your way out before I caught you?” 

Fenrir took a purposeful, slow drag of the cigarette and held it for a moment before exhaling. It gave him time to muse over the question, a simple one, but when it came to Fenrir nothing could ever really be that simple. “ Cooling off. I find inside becomes excruciatingly warm after lingering around so many active bodies for so long. “ His smile grew, pulling into a sharp grin that was met with a loud laugh. “ Of course, that could be the alcohol speaking though. “