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Curiosity Killed the Cat || Owen & Albus

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 “Humpty Dumpty can keep his mouth quiet.” Owen replied simply, not raising his voice. He’d been somewhat tolerant (not really) of Albus and his chattering until now, then there’d been a minor outburst but Owen was determined not to let that happen again. This wasn’t the time for idle conversation, not a time to form any sort of relationship with the kid even if it was a negative one. The less he talked, the easier it was going to be for Owen to do what he had to do. Of course, no sorts of feelings had gotten in the way so far asides from anger. He did extremely well in containing any, especially on a day-to-day basis. However, this was a slightly personal experience and earlier thoughts about this all kept trying to creep back into his brain. Which, obviously, was not helping in the slightest and was only hindering his ability to keep calm and not care about this whole thing.

Owen paced one length of the room silently, his eyes locked on his feet and occasionally Albus to ensure he wasn’t taken by surprise. Then again, with the kid’s reputation Owen wouldn’t exactly be surprised by any move he made. Still, he wasn’t taking any chances – especially not now. He was so close, and there was no doubt that he’d get hell if he somehow managed to lose the kid. Now that Albus knew this area of the Ministry, he would be capable of getting back here and attempting to help the other unfortunate souls who happened to cross the Ministry. One more reason this all needed to happen, Owen told himself.

When the boy started talking, Owen listened but he wasn’t bothered about replying. He wasn’t going to reply to something that would start up an angry conversation between the two – stress wasn’t the best thing to put yourself through on the night of the full moon. But he thought about the request to have the bite somewhere inconspicuous and nodded to himself before taking a look at Albus from what he could see, figuring out a place most likely to not be seen. “Fine. Pick a place.” Owen gave in. It wasn’t something that really mattered and he wasn’t going to get in trouble for letting the kid have the bite in a place less noticeable. After all, it wasn’t the biggest ask and the whole thing wasn’t going to be pleasurable for Albus so what was the harm in saying yes? “But, if you try anything I will bite you somewhere people can see.” He needed to assert the fact he had control of this whole situation despite letting Albus have something he wanted.

The creak of the smaller door didn’t bother Owen; he knew what was happening without even looking. Soon enough, by his side was a smaller vampire with a bowl of the solution he asked for along with a rag of sorts and a vial full of wolfsbane potion. He’d never seen the girl before, but she’d known to go through the right door that Albus wouldn’t think about going back through, and she’d managed to get through there with ease so it was safe to assume she did this often. “Thanks…” Owen trailed off, hoping for a reply from the girl including her name.

“It’s my job.” She said coldly.

“Right.” Owen kept his attention on Albus. “You’ve got another choice. You can apply this thing yourself, save her from staying, or she stays and applies it. And if you choose the first one and don’t apply it because you’d rather die, we’re also fine with that option. Saves us from keeping you around. Though, it’d be a shame for you to just disappear and no-one know what happened to you. I’m sure your family would try and find out, and maybe they’d end up in this position too. Wouldn’t that be a pity?”

The vampire sharply placed her elbow in Owen’s side with a pretty big force, indicating for Owen to shut up and get on with things.

“You have approximately five minutes to make a choice before I have to make one for you.” He would have to go in five minutes, to the other room where he’d transition. Before that, though, he needed to drink the potion the vampire handed him. Which he did quickly. “Time’s ticking, kid.”

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When Owen gave in and let Albus choose where to have his bite, he felt a rush of relief for the first time since he'd been caught. It gave him a sense of control, being able to make the small decision. He thought for a moment, picturing his body and what he normally wore. What would be inconspicuous, where wouldn't people normally see? And more importantly, what area would hurt the least? It was almost like picking out a place to put a tattoo. Except a tattoo could be removed, being a werewolf... Well, that was permanent. "A scratch can do it, too, right?" He asked, looking up at the other man in the room. "Just scratch the side of my thigh." It was always covered by either pants or shorts, so no one would be able to see it. Albus didn't want the opportunity to flaunt a moment where he'd been taken captive and forced into something   he didn't like the idea of not having control over himself and his freedom.

He watched Owen talk to the other woman, snickering to himself when she replied cooly and when she jabbed him with her elbow. "I'll do it myself," he replied, not wanting to be touched anymore than he had to. A scratch was enough. Albus didn't have any intentions not to put it on, either; he liked living too much. Besides, if he did things the right way, waited a while, he could use this to their advantage   their being the Resistance. That was the only way he'd be able to live with himself, anyways. "I mean, unless I black out... Then she can do it, whatever." 

Owen made his way into the adjoining room, leaving Albus alone with the woman. He purposely looked away from her, down at his hands, and started picking at the skin around his nails out of boredom. His stomach was in knots, twisting his insides. Anxiety was running through him, and not for the first time he wished he had his wand. If he hadn't been so tangled up with his cloak, he could have fought them off and ran back to the Auror department. James was there. James. Albus felt his stomach tighten, and he ran a hand through his hair, then propped his chin up with the same hand on his knee. When would he see him next, or Lily, or his parents? How long would he have to stay away from them? What if something happened to them?

He bit at the inside of his cheek, worrying away. There wouldn't be any opportunities in the coming weeks; months, even. Albus would have to wait it out until it didn't seem like he was getting on with the wrong side. After some time he heard the woman move closer towards the corner of the room, and heard the small door Owen exited through open again. Albus set back, breathing quickly. He pulled his pants off just enough so that Owen could get his thigh, bracing himself against the wall.

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How do you get through the day without using one? Sometimes I wonder if you really are a wizard.

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Well, sometimes the fumes smell nice - and I like smelling nice things.

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How can you be used to it? It’s horrific.

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We spend all day inhaling potion fumes, I think I've gotten used to the slight bad smell compared to what I've had to deal with in the past.

I really need to start using that noseplug spell.

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Curiosity Killed the Cat || Owen & Albus

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Owen shook his head with a small smirk. “Come this time next month you’ll be feeling the same way.” He wasn’t going to listen to Albus’ jeers without making a remark back, otherwise Owen knew he’d keep at it and there was no point in letting that happen. This was all Owen’s responsibility now, though he knew that teaching Albus the basics of his new powers as well as transformations was going to be a rough ride. So he was going to let someone else do it – at first he’d thought about Annabelle, seeing as she’d deal with this situation sympathetically and Albus may have listened to her… but the Ministry didn’t trust Annabelle with important tasks like this, they knew where she really wanted to be and seeing as Albus was previously a resistance member, Annabelle would probably have teamed up with Albus to devise a way out of this ordeal. Perhaps Michael would have a solution to Owen’s problem.

When Albus slumped to the bottom of the wall, sitting against it, Owen almost felt sorry for him. Only for a split second, then his features hardened as he remembered what needed to be done. He listened to Albus speak, knowing he was quite right. Owen hadn’t been in Albus’ position; if he had done maybe he would have empathised with him. But Owen had picked this for himself due to a need for family and belonging among all reasons. Of course it didn’t seem like a problem to Owen – his life had only improved since he’d been turned. Instead of replying, Owen kept quiet and Albus spoke on. “Where’s the humanity in slaughtering thousands, Albus?” He retorted. “I think you’ll find we, wizards, were well on our way to doing that before we positioned a new Minister. It started out as only a small army, one that would keep people at bay. A bluff. Then you lot had to come along, didn’t you? This time, we actually needed to grow an army. We had a limit, we didn’t need more people until we had a war on our hands. And if Ackerman had kept his god-damn rebellion fantasies locked away, we wouldn’t be in this state. It’s not a good thing, no, but we need stronger soldiers and sometimes people get in the way – so we use them.” Owen tried to keep his voice low and monotone, not wishing to show any signs of anger. But that had been lost in the first question he’d asked.

He rolled his eyes at the next thing Albus said, electing to ignore what was coming out of his mouth. It was only made to irritate him. Owen was really starting to wish a vampire had found him, that way he wouldn’t need to join the werewolf pack one he was turned. Which would honestly have made Owen’s life a tonne easier, not to mention less stressful at this current moment in time. There were plenty of other things on his mind that he needed to get done: paperwork, letters, shopping. It seemed he’d get none of that done before tomorrow which was highly inconvenient to say the least.

Owen would have laughed if he hadn’t just been placed into a foul mood. “You have no choice in the matter.” Just like this whole situation. It was easy to see how Annabelle, his only lycan friend, had felt in Albus’ position. Though Owen suspected she would have been bawling her eyes out. Don’t think about it. After this, Owen didn’t plan on doing this ever again. It was tedious, not to mention being alone in a place like this left his brain to wander and dwell on things he’d never usually spent over a second of thought on before pushing it to the back of his mind. At least when Albus talked Owen had something to focus on, which was why he was starting to be thankful Albus was rather chatty given his position. “I have been a trained Hit Wizard, not to mention a werewolf, for many years.” Owen answered, pacing the room now, adding: “You’re a kid who tripped over his own invisibility cloak and ended up getting captured. Do you really think that’s a likely occurrence of events?” He shook his head, listening to a rattle on the door. “Occupied.” Owen called.

“Aware.” A familiar voice Owen soon recognised as Mack’s replied. “Permission granted, go ahead. I’ll tell Michael why you’re not there tonight.”

“Alright, got it. Thanks.” Owen nodded even though Mack couldn’t see him. This was going to be a challenge – Owen had never spent a night by himself in werewolf form, always surrounded by other members of the pack. “Hey, Mack, can you get the powdered silver and dittany ready? And we’re going to need a vamp, unless Humpty Dumpty over here wants to apply it himself.”

“No problem. And I’ll see about who’s willing to help out and send them your way.Tell ‘em to piss off if you don’t need ‘em. See you tomorrow.”

Owen didn’t reply, instead he looked to ensure Albus was still sitting where he had been.

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"I think you're forgetting the fact, Owen, that half of us didn't show up until you started forcefully turning people. I being one of them." Which made for an ironic fate, but fighting for a cause such as the one Albus fought for always left room for repercussions, and him being forcefully turned was one of them. "You may not be slaughtering people, but putting the curse on people who never asked for it and would rather live their lives without, say, being immortal or having to change once a month, is certainly bad. You may as well be those people who blindly followed Hitler and sat back while he experimented on the people in those camps. It doesn't make you any better than them." The comparison might not have been a good one, seeing as it had been a muggle war, but it had effected Britain all the same. "Or like Voldemort and his army of death eaters. The only thing that makes a difference is that your dictator doesn't discriminate based on religion or blood, you turn whoever will be of use, or whoever gets in the way. But it still makes you bad people and if muggle Hell is real you'll certainly be there for standing by and letting it happen."

The more Albus spoke the more pissed he was, but he couldn't help it. For so long he had been with holding his anger because there was never a time where he could speak freely about it, or as freely as he could then. At that moment he could let it all out, all of the anger and the frustration that the Ministry allied people caused him. They didn't see it, the man in front of him didn't see it, but Albus could and he hated the fact that they were all so wilfully ignorant and bigoted.

Albus felt a chill run down his back as a knock came on the door, and listened intently into their conversation for any knowledge he could use to escape. Nothing. "Can humpty dumpty over here choose where the bite is or is this more of a wheel of fortune type of deal?" He asked once the other hit wizard left them alone. Albus thought about what Owen had said about it being an unlikely occurrence that he could knock the other out and escape, and silently agreed, although grudgingly. It hadn't been a real offer, he knew that the werewolf wouldn't take it but he was still trying to get more time to find a way out of his situation. Unfortunately for him that meant talking to the person who was trying to change his life forever when he'd rather have punched him in the face. "I mean, a bite to the ankle or something would show, I'd rather not promote the fact that you took my humanity away by force. Might look like I actually wanted this." Everyone knew it was hindering in the least, being a werewolf, what with the changing and having to take wolfsbane and always being known as a public displeasure. Of course with Alexandra's reign she had changed that, but it didn't discount the fact that it was still troubling and a bother to care for. If it really did happen, if Albus was left a lycan, he wasn't sure if he could handle it. But he'd have to, it was that or die because those who couldn't control themselves were dispensable.

"You blokes think this is all fine and that the ends justify the means but I swear they don't... They just don't." Albus had leaned forwards during his earlier speech and as Owen's partner spoke through the door, and he then slumped back against the wall to look back at his hands. They were shaking from his frustration. And, a little from his fear. If this happened he'd have to go back on everything he knew, and for at least a few months he couldn't dare contact any of his family or friends aligned with the Ministry. Where would he go? He was currently living with his parents while he looked for an apartment and he couldn't and wouldn't be let out to go back to them. Albus would have to stay away from everyone he knew, except perhaps his best friend who he knew was neutral, until it all blew over. And that was only if he could show them he'd really chosen their side. Which was something he'd have to work extraordinarily hard on to prove, with his outbursts to both Adrianna and now Owen. Albus had dug himself a grave and he'd now have to dig himself out of it one handful at a time.

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Curiosity Killed the Cat || Owen & Albus

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Owen kept his eyes locked on Albus’ hands, ensuring they reached the back of his head rather than reaching out for the cloak or the wand. He thought about taking the kid’s belongings with him but had decided against it once he acknowledged that he was going to try and escape and these objects would only aid him in his attempt. So he moved them across the floor with his foot over to one side – no one would touch them and hopefully Mack would come to pick them up, or Owen would have to get them himself as soon as he was done with setting up an area to contain the boy for a good set of hours.

If this hadn’t been extremely sensitive information they were dealing with, Albus’ joke may have prompted a reply from Owen. But this was serious. And, if things went the Ministry’s way, Owen doubted there’d be many laughs from Albus here on out. It was going to be completely exasperating to have Albus as part of the pack, others were going to receive the same displeasure from having him there and he didn’t doubt Albus would go off on one about what they’d done for days. His own fault, really. The rebels –resistance, they liked to call themselves- were only getting their own people into trouble because they felt the need to do reckless things and send in someone clearly inexperienced. The invisibility cloak had been a nice touch, though. If he hadn’t had stumbled over, Owen knew he would have simply ignored all the signs pointing to a person being there – smells and whatnot.

He and Albus walked down the halls, slowly becoming duller and less appealing. This was the side of the Ministry he tended to avoid, though he had known the rooms were here and more often than not they were used for interrogations and changing. A special room had been set up for the lycan changing, mostly because it needed extra precautions than what vampires did. Vampires had it easy; they could turn someone whenever they pleased, it was a piece of pie for them that took a maximum of 2 days. Werewolves… well, sometimes people could be held up to three weeks in one of these cells waiting for this to happen. It was tedious for both the Ministry and the person on the other end of the bite. 

Once inside the room, Owen sealed the door and rolled his eyes at Albus’ position against the wall. “There’s no way you’re getting out of here unless I want you to, you know?” Owen shook his head, moving across the room and leaning against the other wall adjacent to the one Albus has taken to. His wand was still firmly pressed in his palm in assumption Albus would try literally anything to get out of here. He’d heard about it before, people trying to escape through all sorts of methods: the most common being hand-to-hand combat, which always ended up with the wizard or witch on the floor and/or in pain. It was a wonder they put up a fight seeing as werewolves and vampires were stronger.

“Right. You’re going to stay here until my partner comes back. When he comes back, we’ll see where we go from there. Until then, you may as well get yourself comfortable.” Comfortable may not have been the right word, considering this was practically a jail cell but with more room. And the only reason the room was there was because a wolf needed to walk through here with ease. “None of the furniture moves, by the way, in case you planned on throwing something. That door,” Owen pointed to the smaller, squarer entry, “is not a way out. The other side will be highly secure as it’s a holding cell for werewolves.”

Owen moved away from the wall, standing straight. “I think that’s all. If you have anything to say, I probably wouldn’t say it because I’ll just get irritated. My name’s Owen, I’m a member of the pack here but you’ll be answering to Michael once you meet him. Clear?” Now, all Owen had to do was wait on Mack to bring the news.

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You might as well get comfortable. Right, like Albus would idly sit back and wait for the night to come. He had a few options, some of them more desperate and others a little far fetched, but he was in a bad position and anything he'd try to do would be hard to get past the trained professional. Albus decided to speak, if only because getting the other guy irritated seemed like a wonderful way to pass the time until he thought of a decent plan, and because it was the only way he'd keep himself under control for the present situation. "Do all werewolves have anger problems or is that just you?" He asked, slouching down to sit against the wall. Whatever the guy had said had to be true, there was no other reason for a second door and it seemed unlikely that anything else would be behind the door but the thing it was that would turn him. Albus hoped that if it came down to it he wouldn't get any bite marks in noticeable places.

"It must be so irritating to hear people plead for their lives. I can't imagine how annoying that would be. Merlin, people actually caring about their fate? Who would have thought." Albus wasn't looking at Owen, but rather at his own hands as they rested on his knees. He had them pulled up against his stomach as he sat. The only things he could hear in the area were other muffled sobs from people waiting the same fate and the steady, quick beat of his heart. "But you see this as a good thing, right? Why not force people to become something they never asked. At least in my situation there's a reason, I get that, but turning innocent people? Where's the humanity in that, Owen?" Albus decided he wouldn't give the other his name, mostly because he knew that Owen already knew his name and he didn't think someone sided with the Ministry deserved to speak to him in pleasantries.

Michael, though, Albus knew the name. He was the pack leader and had more say in the Ministry than most. Albus had seen him before but only from afar, and he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to meet the person who ran an insidious pack of werewolves. "Why me? I'm not too important of a person, it might be better to keep me out of the limelight." He thought for a moment, and suggested, "might make more sense to just keep me here." He had always been good at keeping himself under the radar. Albus silently cursed himself for being silly enough to forget about how big the cloak was and being overconfident in his own abilities. James could have been a hall away from him and he'd have never known that Albus was taken away to become a lycan.

"What if I don't want to join the pack? I've always been more of a lone wolf." Albus asked, relishing in his own pun but still not sparing a glance at the other person in the room. They'd obviously force him, it was that or he'd end up dead which wasn't an option Albus had in mind. In the right place, at the right time, he could be a martyr, but not in a situation like this. Albus briefly thought of some of those he knew who worked for the Ministry as spies. After a while, when things calmed down, if he didn't get out of the holding cell a human, he could join up with them. Once he got under the radar again he could help with the resistance, work with the spies and make the situation count. But only if he didn't escape, which he was still hoping to do. "If you released me now we could pretend I somehow beat you. I'll make your wolfsbane potions for you if you?" It was a ridiculous bargain but he was still trying for time.

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Nice come back, Potter. 

Yeah, right. Even if he did “shock” us. The only surprise I will have is that he was actually doing some work. 

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There's always one guy like that, at least he doesn't smell.

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I doubt that. He’s more likely to find another use for calming draught but it’ll a pointless use.

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You'd know, Carmichael.And it's that exact thought that will lead to him shocking us all.

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Curiosity Killed the Cat || Owen & Albus

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What was ridiculous was the fact he had to put up with this guy. Anyone would have been better than being paired with him for the day. Of course, Owen had sucked it up and decided not to make a fuss about it – his job was to hunt down the ‘bad’ guys, not to act like a child about his partner choices. But every time he opened his mouth Owen gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to physically hurt him or something equally as likely to shut him up. Apparently he didn’t seem to notice that Owen was clearly displeased about this placement, as he rambled on and on about stupid crap. He’d kept up a discussion –one sided, obviously- about his owl for at least an hour, which Owen blanked out on not even half-way through. It wasn’t really easy to understand why he’d been given a place as a Hit Wizard; okay, that was a biased lie – he was pretty effective on the field, though Owen didn’t like to admit that to himself. Perhaps he was a little on edge with Mack because of the approaching full moon, which often got to his nerves.  “Yes, Mack?”Owen sighed in reply to Mack asking if they could talk about something important.

He went on off on a form of rant, something about veelas and the Ministry’s new proposition to  employ them. “We’re going to let those things work here?” He finished it. Owen was honestly disgusted… things? Merlin, did the man have no respect?

“Why wouldn’t they? With the resistance growing in numbers, we need all the help we can get to enforce our position. Bishop needs to stay where she is and turning people isn’t exactly in favour by many. At least veelas were born that way.”

“They’re not human, Owen.” Mack replied as if it was the most obvious answer, as if what he was saying wasn’t incredibly rude.

“You know you’re a werewolf, right? You know that, technically, you don’t count as human either? But the Ministry is giving you status, equality. You owe it to the veelas to pay the same respect. They’ll be more than beneficial to us, you must know that.”

“We change once a month, Owen – they change whenever they’re off their heads.”

“Shut up, Mack. They offer abilities that we can use to our advantage. You must see the benefit to that.”

“Not really. I feel like they’re going to weaken our forces if anything, make us appear like we need the help.”

“We do need the help. And the veelas will be a success, I know they will.”

Just as Mack went to open his ignorant mouth, a loud thud caught their attention. Owen and Mack turned to the door, both drawing their wands. Immediately they assumed work positions, no longer bickering about matters they weren’t supposed to talk about. Owen nodded to the door, his want pointed ahead as it swung open. If he hadn’t been half-covered by an invisibility cloak, Owen may have ignored the whole situation and assumed the boy had simply tripped. However, the cloak suggested he had been snooping. How much information had he heard? It wasn’t supposed to be let out, especially if the resistance picked up on their knowledge. “Wand down, stay on your knees. Don’t even think about sneaking under the cloak.” Mack barked.

“Albus Potter,” Owen let out a heavy sigh as he caught a glimpse of who had been scrambling around at their feet. “What are we going to do with you?” He would usually have ignored Mack in this situation, pretending he had it. But, honestly, he had no idea what he was supposed to do in this position and turned to his partner in hope of a suggestion.

A grin crept upon the man’s face. “Guess what tonight is?”

“We haven’t got per-”

“I’ll get it. Now, take him and I’ll get back to you later.”

“Alright.” He nodded. “On your feet, hands behind your head otherwise I will stun you and this whole thing will just be a lot easier for me. But I have a set of rules to stick by first.” Owen had never been in this position and honestly would rather not have done this – but, his loyalties were set in stone and he would do anything to repay the Ministry for what they gave him. Even if that meant doing this against the boy’s will. Though, Owen did consider it a gift more than anything. “Walk.”

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Albus was remarkably calm for being stranded in the middle of the hallway, half covered by his invisibility cloak and his wand still in his pocket. Entirely defenceless and never having really been in a situation where he was caught snooping or eavesdropping, Albus wasn't entirely sure what the best course of action was to get himself out of the situation at hand. He decided to roll with whatever the two Ministry employees told him to do, and figured he'd have a chance to escape soon enough. However, they looked like professionals - he was definitely sure they weren't aurors - but they were working together, so they had to be somewhat similar to his brother's job. Hit wizards, maybe. Albus repressed a groan, knowing that if they were he'd have a difficult time outsmarting either of them. At least he had his Slytherin cunning on his side.

When one of the two said, "Guess what tonight is?" Albus felt a chill run down his back. The full moon. They were planning on turning him into a lycan because he knew this secret - he had to get away.

He stood up, hands behind his head and his face set in apathy. Being stunned would only make the situation worse, at least this way he could somehow distract the two and find the time to grab his wand and stun the guy who had taken to moving him somewhere else. Albus knew he'd overheard something that was obviously important if they were considering, or already planning, to turn him. If he could get away unscathed he'd have to stay at the resistance headquarters from then on, but at least he'd be able to tell them about the veelas and make staying in hiding worth it.

Albus kept moving, eyes on his feet as he walked stiffly with the other wizard. He wanted to say something, but the smarter part of his mind told him if he egged the guy on he'd only end up stunned and unable to do anything. But he needed to make some sort of distraction. "Are you, like, attracted to veelas, or something? Is that why you support them?" When his question elicited no reaction and he was turned down a route away from everyone else, Albus felt his heart rate quicken. The hallway was full of rooms and white light but there weren't any pictures or paintings, the walls were blank, grey canvases with nothing to show. He wondered if it was the place where all the other lycans had been forcefully changed, or if other horrors usually took place in the area.

He was directed into a room, and the wizard closed the door behind the two. Albus stood back against the closest wall to the door, watching the other closely, and trying to find a time to make a run for it as he set up.

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That’s because Westley is useless and doesn’t do anything. I think his record for not breaking a cauldron is the only reason he still has a job.

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It was definitely my own place, it was my landlord who kicked me out.

One day he'll discover the cure to dragon pox and then we'll both be shocked.

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Curiosity Killed the Cat || Owen & Albus

The gleaming white floors and posters plastered to the walls, full of propaganda, had always been reason enough for Albus to stay as far away from the Ministry as possible. But he had family members who worked there, old friends and others who always ended up calling him over on his days off for lunch and other things. It was one of those days, and he had just finished eating with a friend as he walked through the department of magical law enforcement. Albus hadn't seen his brother James in a while and he thought it would be nice to stop in and see how he was doing. That was, permitting he wasn't on call. As he made his way over, Albus walked slowly. He was in no hurry, as it was his day off and he had his parents house to return to. He didn't exactly feel an urgent need to go back. Albus turned a corner and heard voices, deep but quiet. As a member of the resistance, he took it as his cue to try and listen to whatever it was that was spoken in hushed conversations in the Ministry. One of the voices spoke above their whisper and Albus could hear him. "We're going to let those things work here?" The voice sounded somewhat incredulous. Albus stopped abruptly to press himself against the nearest wall. There was more of the conversation, but he could only hear bits and pieces.

"They'll be more than beneficial to us, you must know that." Another voice responded. Albus quietly pulled the invisibility cloak he usually had on his person out of his bag at that point. Unfolding it and looking over his shoulder to see if anyone had seen him, Albus wrapped it over his body. He stepped out from where he hid and moved closer, seeing through a crack in a doorway that is was two men who were conversing. The one who had last spoken went on. "They offer abilities that we can use to our advantage. You must see the benefit to that." Albus, straining to find out what they was, kept moving closer. There was a moment where he thought to turn back, that if he kept trying to hear more he might put himself in danger, but the cloak soothed all his worries. They couldn't possibly see him, so he was safe. But that didn't mean he couldn't fall victim to his own bad luck. He moved closer, not noticing how the bottom of the cloak pooled in front of his feet, and fell over with a loud thump - just as he reached the door, and as the voice said, "the veelas will be a success, I know they will." The cloak had fallen off, and one of the two men swung the door open to see Albus on the floor, half invisible and struggling to get up and pull his wand out of his pocket.

[adriannaselwyn-blog]

There are some things that you cannot find out by asking around or digging dirt. The easiest way for you to find out would be me telling you, but that won’t be happening anytime soon.

[althepotioneer]

As you say.