#edward1

Cygnus Black could not think of many people who bit at his nerves as deeply as Edward Bones. The Blacks and the Bones families has been feuding for quite some time, but Cygnus felt that his particular hatred of Edward ran personal, on a level even deeper than their historical family dispute. They had been schoolboys together, which was where their animosity was born. In the same year, they constantly competed in regards to their academics. Cygnus despised Edward, and that feeling only increased for every exam that Edward got a better grade, or when he earned points that Cygnus had not made for his own house. Cygnus had considered it a personal affront to his beliefs, and to wizarding society in general, when Edward had dared to steal a respectful pureblooded woman right out from under the nose of a respectful -- at the time, anyways. Merlin knows he wasn’t respected now. -- pureblooded man. 

The two had butted head occasionally, though less often, when they left school. They both worked in government: Edward, as a rule-following order, far below Cygnus’ pay grade. Cygnus, as a member of Wizengamot, a man with real, and true power. Cygnus had never forgotten his dislike of the former Ravenclaw, and when the two men were forced to share a space together, it usually resulted in the exchange of sharp barbs and nasty words. On this particular night, Cygnus was feeling antagonistic. His wife, his partner in all things, truly his best friend, had been taken from him. Every time he thought about it, he felt an icy hand wrap itself around his already cold heart. He had shed tears for the first time in what seemed like a decade, hidden in the privacy of his bedchambers. He’d slept next to a picture of her. She wasn’t smiling, which was how he liked her. She looked every bit the part of an aristocratic lady. He was lost without her, it felt like, and he would have to find some way to adjust to this new normal. 

He was sitting and contemplating such matters, though all strong emotion kept itself safely under lock and key. He was stony faced, one leg crossed over the other, in the common area where the visiting parents were houses. The fire flickered in front of him, and the area was empty and quiet, save for the sound of him shifting on the couch. He heard the sliding stone panel open, and he heard the heavy footsteps of a man. Absentmindedly, he turned to see who it was. To his unhappy surprise, it was Edward. Without even thinking, -- and Cygnus did not do many things without first putting thought into them -- he turned to face his oldest rival. 

“I knew it was you without looking, Bones,” He drawled, practically monotone as he looked at Edward, “I could smell the stench of bloodtraitor.”

ＵＴＨＡＥＲ black panther : male : logan fairfax

Those with cats are thought to be intelligent, charismatic, cunning, perhaps a little untrustworthy; those with great cats are all this with power and ambition to boot. They speak either little or loquaciously, and have a tendency to look down on those they consider lesser than them - arguably, this is an attempt to hide an innate inferiority complex, or perhaps just personal arrogance. Machiavellian by nature with a strong desire for independence, they do especially well in the fields of law, politics and government. 

ＡＲＩＡＤＮＥ raven : female : edward fairfax

Often attributed to witches and warlocks, bird daemons enjoy an extended breadth of separation from their individual. Smart, resourceful and able to travel long distances without suffering harm to their bond, they are the consummate survivor. Ravens in particular are granted a sense of gravitas by the stereotypes assigned to them - often, they are considered omens of ill fortune or even death, and this can pass on to their human.

ＡＳＴＲＡＬＩＳ  silver fox : male : madeleine fairfax darlington

Foxes can tell when fortunes will fall in their favour, and when it’s better to let something slide. Capricious and discerning at the same time with an innate sense of sophistication, they are careful with their own skins long before anyone else’s and are reluctant to involve themselves in a situation if there’s nothing in it for them. Nevertheless, they are engaging and effusive, and within moments of stepping into a room they can have all occupants charmed. 

Ela não deveria ter posto o pé para fora do seu buraco naquela noite. Estar entediada em casa seria muito melhor do que estar naquele estado. Seu peito doía, sua respiração estava acelerada, podia sentir seu coração quase arrombando seu peito e suas mãos tremiam loucamente. A pulsação nas suas têmporas era familiar, daquelas que tinha o início de tudo. O cheiro da erva estava grudado na sua roupa e na sua pele, e a cena dos jovens naquele beco era vívida em sua mente. Ramona tinha decidido dar um pulo no Habbit Hole, em nome dos velhos tempos, mas ela esquecera que como toda recém-reabilitada, não deveria estar no meio da tentação. Entrou no estabelecimento sendo invadida imediatamente pelo cheiro do cigarro. Teve que dar as costas e voltar pelo caminho que viera, ou perderia o controle. O seu erro foi ter resolvido pegar o atalho mais rápido e mais sombrio. Jovens se drogavam, jogados nas paredes apertadas da viela; Alguns pareciam inconscientes, outros falavam obscenidades dirigidas à loira que saíra andando o mais rápido que conseguia.