Believer;

In a way, Remus was relieved it was Daisy who he had run into. She was one of the kindest people he’d ever met, and would no doubt be understanding of his absent mindedness. On the other hand, however, Remus felt incredibly sorry for nearly knocking her over. “It’s alright, Daisy, really. It was my fault.” He waved away her apology as he glanced down at his shirt. A drying charm and another for stain removal should do the trick to fix the spill on his shirt, and as long as no one was hurt, everything was alright.

“I don’t know how any of you walk in those things.” He gave her a quick smile as he reached into his pocket for his wand before shrugging off his jacket. “Especially in the grass? It must be hard enough to balance without me walking straight into you.” Remus lifted his tie, inspecting the stain and wondering over the best way to remedy it. He wasn’t very good at household spells, and wracked his memory for a simple one. “You don’t happen to know if stain removal charms are easily cast on oneself, do you?” Remus asked with a huff of self-deprecating laughter. “I can’t seem to remember.” 

Daisy knew it wasn’t totally her fault, but she still felt bad. She didn’t know how long it took Remus to get dressed up for the occasion, but if it took half as long a she did then it was definitely something worth saying sorry for. “We’ll meet in the middle and say it’s both of our faults, or maybe it’s the place’s fault. Those darn walls.” She scrunched her face up before returning to her normal smile.

“Clearly I don’t know how to walk in them either. I don’t know how some people walk around like it’s no problem.The grass is definitely hard. Walking up the stairs is a nightmare. Thank Merlin my apartment doesn’t just have stairs.” Daisy joined the werewolf in inspecting the stain. She tried to remember some cleaning spells, but she was coming up empty. It took her a minute before she replied to the boy, “No, but I know the muggle way of removing stains and it’s pretty effective.” Soap and water usually fixed most problems, or at least it has for her.

Hades could’ve laughed the moment it was none other than young and naive Daisy the one standing right in front of Goldstein. Maybe life hated her so much she had put her in his very own presence, or maybe it loved him. Either way, Hades wasn’t about to waste an opportunity like this, whatever Samantha and Daisy were, if anything, was bound to hit a rough patch by the end of the night. “Adorable,” The words genuine sounding while coming out of the blonde’s lips, but absolutely empty as for him it was more pathetic than anything. “Thank you, I spent some time trying to find the right one, you know? This one just kinda spoke to me. But enough about dresses, how are you? Are you having a good time?” 

Daisy was happy she finally got the nerve to converse with Samantha. She had always wanted to befriend the girl, and apparently all it took was a wedding for it to happen. She beamed when Samantha called her outfit adorable. She knew she needed to look nice for a wedding, so getting compliment made her feel accomplished. She nodded along as the girl spoke. “You really did a good job. You might even have upstaged the bride.” She wink, clearly joking. Eliza looked too gorgeous in her wedding gown to be upstaged by anyone. “I’m good! I’m having a good time here. My friend Tilden brought me along as his plus one.”

“I heard Eliza really likes her chocolate.” Bones chuckled. “Err… I don’t know, maybe it’s on his collar?” He tugged gently at the little bowtie they’d put on the dog and moved it enough to read the name on the name tag underneath. “Spike, looks like. He’s a bit of an energetic fella, isn’t he?” He huffed in amusement and pat the animal’s head. “I prefer my pets calm and independent. Do you have one?”

“You’re going to have to keep me away from it before I get a sugar high.” Daisy chuckled, already imagining herself running around the wedding area from having too much chocolate. Well, she probably wouldn’t get very far with those heels on. “Spike.” she said the name in a whisper before she grinned. “You’re a very good boy, Spike.” She continued to pat his head before glancing at her friend. “I only have my owl, Hector. I don’t think he’d like a companion. He’s not very friendly towards others.” 

“Good, actually, thanks Daisy,” he responded, lying a bit. He would generally have a better time at events like these so it wasn’t too hard to do it. She certainly looked cheerful and he was loathe to ruin anyone else’s mood with his own tired, sour one. “Quite the lavish event to have these days. But love is love, I suppose. They just couldn’t wait to tie the knot.” He allowed the dog to turn all his attention to the affection woman. Bones had to admit it was a joyous sight to watch and his mood improved.

She loved weddings. Daisy had always wondered what her own wedding would look like. It was sad, but in the middle of a war she didn’t think that was something to be thinking about. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t happy for Ezra and Eliza. It was nice to see some happiness during these days. The two of them were truly in love, and Daisy felt blessed to be witnessing it. “It’s very fancy. I’ve seen two chocolate fountains, Ed.” She ran her hand along the dog’s fur. “What’s this dog’s name? He’s very cute.”

Date: July 13th 1979. Time: 2:30pm Location: The Macmillan Wedding.

For every downside, there was always an upside, especially when it came to being disguised as someone else. There was a way he could make this even more fun in the wait, deciding to wreck Samantha Goldstein’s reputation and relationships alike, he knew it was bound for some fool to believe it was no one else but her, continuing to hold the hurt and grudge even after the whole charade would be up– If they could survive the night, of course. However, as impulsive as sometimes he could be, Hades was well aware he couldn’t jump right to it so he managed to only keep conversations with his fellow Death Eaters, counting the minutes away until their sign was given. He had been so lucky to last long enough without any friend or familiar of Goldstein’s approaching her to catch up on whatever happened in her life, until he wasn’t anymore and he noticed someone clearly recognizing her, he attempted to play dumb and pretend they weren’t there, but it was to no avail as they walked in her direction. Game on. Quickly plastering a wide smile on her face, the blonde was first to talk. “Oh, my God! You look stunning. Just– wow.”  

Samantha Goldstein had been a face she’s seen many times, but had never actually interacted with. She had admired the girl from afar, but had never worked up the nerve to actually go over and make conversation. Daisy was usually good at talking to people, but there were some people that she felt were on a higher level than she It was like that with Benjy as well--- just someone Daisy admired from afar. This, however, was slightly different in the sense that Daisy somehow found herself walking over to the girl. Maybe it was because this was such a social event, or maybe it was because Daisy had a few sips of champagne in her system. Either way, Daisy approached the girl. She beamed when the girl complimented her dress. “Thank you! My mom got it for me.” It was a graduation gift. She had never gotten to wear it before, so this was a nice time to finally try it out. “You look great too. Your dress is truly stunning.” 

Who: Remus Lupin & Daisy Hookum When: June 14th, 1979. Where: The MacMillan Wedding.

Remus wandered around the exterior of the manor home, admiring the architecture. It amazed him how intricate pureblood homes were, the designs reflecting the long history, immense wealth, and power of the families who lived there. He’d read once that wizarding architecture often complimented protective enchantments, and Remus had to stop himself from running a hand along the old stone to see if that was true. He imagined so, as his gaze followed the lines of arches and decorative stonework.

His attention turned upward, Remus hardly watched where he was going as he rounded the corner of the home and ran straight into someone else. “Oh I’m sorry!” He said, reaching out a hand to steady Daisy, and cringing as he realized her drink was currently soaking into his shirt. “Are you alright?” He asked, looking her over for any sign of injury and feeling rather stupid. 

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Daisy had boasted earlier about how she was managing to walk in heels, but that luck may run out soon. She had stumbled a couple of times now, but luckily there was always a person around to hold onto or a chair to sit down to avoid a fall. Her worst nightmare would be to spill some food or a drink onto the bride and groom. Daisy wouldn’t get over the embarrassment of ruining the bride’s dress or making the groom have to go change tuxes. She’d have to move away to avoid the story--- even if a quick stain removing charm could be used to fix the mess.

She had wandered to a part of the estate she’s never seen before. Someone had handed her a glass of champagne as she walked by, so now she was casually sipping the alcoholic beverage as she glanced around the place. This was a lot bigger than any house she’s ever been to. It amazed her that a person could live in a place this vast. Daisy had trouble keeping up with her little apartment, and that was probably the size of one of their bathrooms. She was too busy admiring the house to watch where she’s going, and before she knew it the witch felt herself trip into a body.

“Stupid heels.” she murmured, glancing up and frowning at the sight of her drink all over Remus’ shirt “Oh Remus, i’m so sorry; I wasn’t looking where I was going and these heels are hard to walk in.”

Date: July 13th, 1976 Location: Ezra Macmillian & Eliza Abbott’s Wedding Availability: Daisy Hookum @baesyhookum​

“Hey, little guy,” Bones murmured, bending down to pet the small poodle mix that had padded his way over to him. He could tell the dog just wanted the mini sandwich he was holding but it was nonetheless pleasant to have such calming company. Bones had always wondered whether or not he should get a dog. But with a Kneazle and an owl at home, perhaps it wasn’t the best idea.

He almost didn’t notice someone coming up to him until he heard the tiny excited sound that came from Daisy as she bent down in front of him. “Oh, Daisy,” Bones noted, huffing in amusement as he watched her happily pet the dog. “What a surprise.” 

Daisy was enjoying the wedding so far. She’s seen a lot of people around that she was familiar with, so she was mingling a bit more than she expected. Her connection to Eliza and Ezra wasn’t strong, but Tilden was familiar enough with them to get an invite and take her as his plus one. She hadn’t been to too many weddings, but the happy and romantic atmosphere made her dream about her big day--- if that were ever to happen.

She got knocked out of her day dreams when she spotted a a wagging tail a little bit away from her. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the hound, and she shuffled over to see the dog. A small squeal escaped her lips as she knelt to the ground to pet the animal--- completely unaware of the wizard until he spoke up. 

“Ed!” She exclaimed, smiling as she stroked the head of the puddle mix. “I didn’t know you got invited to the wedding. How are you enjoying it?”

“Well, these are pretty but I think maybe…” Bones reached up for some yellow daisies and brought a bouquet down. He smiled, taking some little white, decorative flowers to add into the bouquet. “Here. Daisies, just like your name, and some meadowsweets to compliment them. Get the lillies too, my present.” Bones smiled at her, offering her the other bouquet as well. “One for your kitchen and another for your room or anywhere else. Just let me be a good friend and help you brighten up the house, hm?” He let out a small chuckle. “I insist.”

Daisy’s eyes widened when Edgar offered to buy the flowers. She did need some stuff to brighten up her new place, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to allow him to pay for it. That was his money. He should use it for something more important. “Oh, no. I can’t let you pay for it all. If anything, we can split the cost--- or you let me buy or something in return.” She tucked the daisies against her chest as she spoke. She did adore the flower she was named after. It was her mother’s favorite, and one of Daisy’s favorites as well.

Wasn’t the old folk take about the girl with the basket of sweets traipsing along to her grandmother’s house just that - a tale? It appeared far too real here, now, looking up at him as if he were the cause of the spilled sweets now rolling unobstructed through the grass. His brows twitched together at the sight, this strange vignette out of a fairy tale gone entirely wrong, inching forth by just a step toward the unconscious wolf cub who, even as a child, was much larger than the woman before him now. Another step, and he was close enough to stoop - eyes always darting cautiously between his wolf and the girl - to snatch up a pastry as it came to settle at his feet. There was little purpose in it; he wondered if perhaps he should have simply crushed it beneath his bare heel. But he held it between cautious fingers as if it might shock him, inching forth by another mere breath, just enough to emerge from the shadow of the trees. 

It was a strange cacophony of the familiar and foreign, this feeling of instinct and conscience - the latter which never had played a note upon the landscape of his animal mind. “He –” he began, rolling the pastry about in his hand as if he might throw it at her, at any given moment, “– is fine.” The young wolf was a fool, to follow his nose so close to a human; Fenrir wished to go to him, to sling him over his shoulder (with gentility reserved only for the youngest), and disappear into the wood once more, but they had been seen, they had been engaged by a civilian, someone who surely would run in horror and tell anyone she could what she had seen there, so close to civilization. It was one thing when Fenrir himself, donning the human visage he wore so well, mingled with the witches and wizards - it was a different thing entirely to be seen with a child-wolf who knew no boundaries. 

But despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of concern. In one swift motion, an animal reflex, he sidestepped, hastening swiftly to the wolf. With free hand, he bent, stooping over his unconscious face, turning his muzzle upward and exhaling sharply when he felt warm breath against his palm. He would need to carry the child from here - but not while human eyes watched. And so Fenrir stood again, stepping between the wolf and the girl; an imposing sight, it would have been, had he not still had a pastry clutched between his calloused fingers. For a moment, he merely stood, a hulking figure over the unconscious wolf, gaze critical upon the girl before him, who seemed inexplicably to care for the wellbeing of the beast before her. He’d have expected her to run, to scream, to show anything beyond the simple curiosity that adorned her features now. 

A pause – and then with stiff uncertainty he extended his hand, holding out the grassy and half-crushed pastry in offering. “He’s breathing just fine,” he observed, voice pinched in quiet uncertainty, as if this was something deceivingly nonchalant not to be discussed with a stranger, “A daft idiot, that one - it’s always the youngest without any damn aim.” A huff escaped him, but then he swallowed it as quickly as it appeared. 

“Unsafe to stand so close,” he mused again, voice much more serious all at once, “Unsafe to be in the woods alone.” You don’t know who you might meet. 

It was funny--- Daisy hadn’t expected anything to happen today. She considered her life to be rather plan in comparison to others. She didn’t grow up with some childhood trauma. She didn’t have anything super special about her. She was just a halfblood with two loving parents. She was just a girl who brings sweets with her on her way to her parent’s cottage in the rural area of England. The last thing she expected was to come across a wolf in the woods. It was like that fairy tale she read when she was younger. This version, however, would not result in her relative getting eaten. Her parents were safely tucked away in their home, and her grandparents are away in Scotland enjoying their retirement. No, this version would have a better ending. Less death, less blood. The way all endings should be.

She watched as one of the pastries rolled over to the man. Her eyes were wide with curiosity as she watched him take the fresh pastry into his hands. Surely he wasn’t going to eat something that had fallen on the ground. Maybe if it had happened inside, but the forest floor was littered with dirt and debris. Her body winced at the sound of his voice. So rough, compared to the gentle nature she was used to. It reminded her of the way the purebloods spoke to her during school-- and even now on certain occasions. It wasn’t anything he said, but just the voice itself that momentarily brought back memories.

Daisy watched as he shifted to face the wolf. She knew she shouldn’t be concerned with the animal, especially since she was sure the wolf has fought worse things than a tree, but she couldn’t help herself. she couldn’t imagine seeing her owl Hector like that. She loved Hector more than life itself, so even seeing a disheveled feather caused her heart to hurt. It was probably different for the man and the wolf, but she still felt like the same concept applied. Her eyes laid on the wolf as the man inspected him. her body relaxed upon hearing him say that the wolf is okay.

“That’s good.” She nodded, shoulders deflating. She gingerly took the dirt covered pastry from the man’s hands. Her fingers traced the shape of the pastry, gently brushing off the loose dirt and small leaves that got stuck to the sweet exterior. “I’m sure he just smelled the food.” She muttered, kicking one of the pastries that was now half buried in the mud. 

Her brows knitted together at his last comment. “It’s quicker this way, and my parent’s home is right there.” she pointed past the clearing towards a small home in the distance. 

Bones huffed in amusement, always delighted to encounter the girl’s sweet and lively demeanor. She was like a breath of fresh air in an otherwise war-stenched world. The two of them, Daisy and Tilden, represented the brightest and warmest of wixen-kind for Bones. He wanted nothing more than for people like them to survive the ravaged world they were currently living in.

“Nah, I don’t want to alarm him. I just wanted to check up and see how he’s doing but, as usual, he must be busy with those strange concoctions of his. The ones he’s always experimenting with.” He smiled down at her. “Were you looking for him too or a lovely assortment of belladonna lilies? These definitely look great.”

Daisy always liked Edgar. He was always closer to Tilden than her, but since she was often around Tilden she got to know the wizard fairly well. She liked to think of him and Ted as the older brothers she never had. She grew up an only child, but those closest to her became like a second family. Mary, Alice, Edgar, Ted, all of them had a special place in her heart.

“He does like his concoctions.” She nodded. She always liked learning about Tilden’s experiments. She loved her work, but it wasn’t like they tried anything new. Maybe a new type of ale, but that was about it. “I was! I usually visit him on my time off, but I forgot he doesn’t work today. Now i’m just browsing for flowers.”

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“Daisy,” he greeted, a smile on his face as he made his way over to her. Bones had been hoping to catch Tilden at Dogweed and Deathcap but after a quick chat with his friend’s co-worker he found out Tilden didn’t work that day. Disappointed, Bones was debating whether to just leave or look for some useful household potion ingredients when he noticed Daisy in the store. As someone who constantly made a point to look after Tilden and check up on him from time to time, it was unavoidable to see or at least hear about the young girl. He’d always liked her and it was impossible not to notice the reasons why his friend was smitten with her. “Did you know Tilden didn’t work today? I’ve been looking for this bloke everywhere. He still hasn’t answered my owl.”

Daisy had forgotten it was Monday. She knew Tilden didn’t work on Mondays, but the past few days had gone by in such a blur that Daisy was beginning to forget things. She had been working the night shift at her job because the usual workers had all either used their vacation days or gotten sick. It wasn’t like she disliked working at night, but she was used to being in bed by 10pm so getting off work later than that was taking a toll on her body. She had wanted to see Tilden and chat with him, but since he wasn’t there she decided to just browse through the store. She was eyeing an array of lilies when she heard her name being called. She hadn’t expected Edgar Bones to be in the shop, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. “Edgar!” She grinned, waving him over. “I forgot he usually has Mondays off. Work has me a bit scatter brained.” She nodded, plucking one of the lilies and twirling the stem around her finger. “Have you tried his apartment? He’s usually there.”

Too often he lost control of the youngest; they were smaller, faster, more wild than he, and not even the Betas could wrangle them easily when the full moon approached with unrelenting force. Running in the form of the beast made it far easier to track them, just as much as it made the anger much more difficult to swallow. He worked so very hard to elevate them above the rabble, to teach them more refined forms of savagery, and yet they insisted upon ruining it all in the name of the freshest scent of blood they could find upon the wind. And here they found it, something fresh, something raw, some form of game they’d not yet encountered here in the wood. Fenrir himself thought the scent foreign and unusual; too sweet for his tastes, he decided. Almost sweet enough to rot. 

He was forced to linger at the tree line as the young wolf burst into a clearing, promptly smashing into the tree closest to the house that inhabited it, for what was perhaps the smallest human figure he had ever encountered crossed his line of sight. How long had she been there? Had she seen the others, too, where they lurked in the trees, watching her approach the unconscious wolf? He could picture the boy now, so petite and uncertain in his beastly nature; surely he would not remember this tomorrow. 

Rising onto his two feet, dissolving into the palatable visage of humanity, he emerged from the shade of the trees and into the sun. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he cautioned, voice a boom in the empty silence of the field. She had reached for the wolf, as if it were some sort of house pet; what sort of naivety stood before him now? What sort of person would simply approach a beast of the child’s magnitude without knowing its origin? The child was volatile at best; Fenrir had done his best to calm the boy, but it was a journey far too long to be meeting a human now. 

“Step away - slowly.”

Daisy jumped at the sound of the man’s voice. The fright had made her spill her basket of sweets all over the ground. She frowned, thinking about what she paid for the assortment of goodies that now were covered in dirt and whatever else littered the floor beneath her. She always aimed to bring a present when she visited her parents. This was only the second time she made the trip over to their home after finally moving into an apartment of her own, but she still anted to repay them with something to say thank you for raising her. It may sound pointless to other people, but she didn’t think it was pointless. Being kind and expecting nothing in return wasn’t pointless.

Her eyes flicked between the man and the wolf. The wolf was huge compared to herself, and the man seemed to be as well. She had a few questions running through her mind as she stared at the pair. Was the wolf his? Was he also a wolf? What had the wolf been doing before he got knocked out by a tree? She would ask, but she didn’t want to appear nosy so early on. Instead, she merely followed the man’s orders and took a couple of steps backwards--- her eyes never leaving the wolf’s form.

The wolf truly was a beautiful creature. Its grey coat shined in the sunlight, its body moving up and down in a steady pace as if it were merely sleeping. She always had a fondness for dogs, even though she never truly had one herself, so in her mind this just seemed to be a bigger, more wild version of a dog. She knew the stories that entailed wolves tearing people apart or biting them and leaving them to perish by themselves, but she never truly judged things by stories--- she preferred making her own judgement calls

It took her a minute to get drawn out of her thought process. Once she realized what was going on, she glanced to the man that she now stood beside. Her eyes focused on him before glancing back at the wolf and the spot that impacted with the tree stump.

“He could be injured.” She paused, making a correction. “---Or she. I don’t want to misgender it.”