nicodemusprewettâ:
who: ailith greyback && nicodemus prewett when: december 22, 2025 where: the white wyvern, knockturn alley
untouchable. there was no doubting that nicodemus prewett viewed himself as such. he came from a good family, he had the right name, the right blood. and with the state of the world being as it was right now, he could nearly do no wrong. it was a good feeling, one he relished. it was almost dulled, though, being away from hogwarts for break. the feeling of superiority of his peers, glints of fear in their eyes â it would be a lie to say he didnât miss it.Â
what that fact said about him wasnât one he cared about.
most of his days away from hogwarts had been spent doing little. he spent time with his parents, some time with orion lestrange, too. nothing seemed significant, at least not to nicodemus. perhaps it could be said he wasnât the best judge of what was or wasnât important. did that really matter, though ? it surely wouldnât when power and control was his. when that happened, anything he wanted to be important would be.Â
everything else would be of little consequence. trivial trifles.
the sound of the glass moving across the bar pulled his attention from â what else â himself towards the woman beside him.
â clearly, itâs mine, ailith, unless maybe the bartender has taken a fancy to you, maybe ? â he smiled. it was mocking.
he took a long, lazy glance around them before reaching for the drink. no one else was nearby. whether that was because of the state of diagon alley now or because who she was couldnât be decided between.
he was aware that she was a werewolf, more than knowing of the fear that she could strike into the hearts of those who knew of her name and reputation. it didnât seem to bother him.
â what were you drinking ? â he nodded towards the stein she held. â iâll buy you another. â
Ailith, generally speaking, held the same disdain for wixen that they held for her. The number of wix she had truly known before the pack allied with the Wraiths was few; those that had fallen on Fenrirâs bad side and suffered for it did not count, Ailithâs.... acquaintance with them always being rather brief. So this sort of conversation----casual and shallow as it might be----was new to Ailith, who altogether, preferred her own company to anyone elseâs. Her preference for solitude did not mean she was oblivious, however; you didnât survive as Fenrirâs (unenthusiastic) right hand without some keen observation skills.
âDonât worry, Prewett, youâre much prettier than me; if anyoneâs caught his fancy, Iâm sure itâs you.â
Nicodemus Prewett no doubt thought she was no better than the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, same as any of the mudbloods he fought against; the difference was, she was useful to the Wraiths, and therefore to him. She wasnât afraid of him; he was, after all, still a teenager. But neither was she blind enough not to recognize that Nicodemus was higher on the proverbial totem-pole than she would ever be. And so if this was what he wanted to amuse himself with---buying her a drink and pretending to want to speak with her----she wouldnât kick up a fuss by saying no, no matter how much she wished to be left alone. It could be worse, really.
âKnotgrass mead. But if youâre buying, make it firewhiskey, neat.â There was a pause; Ailith hated small talk, âEnjoying your break?â
