it was a good day. “it is a good day.” he mumbled to himself, feeling the grass underneath him and the winder soft breeze waving the black lake “it is a good day.” he repeated, notebook open, barely healed cuts on his hands trying to hide under his jacket as he repeated once more “it is a good day.” a small smile appeared in his features but the sound of steps made it disappear “you know i enjoy my peace and quiet, right?”
Bellatrix sat in a more secluded part of the bar, also the only empty seats in the entire room was at her table. Most people turned way as soon as they saw her, but for some odd reason, someone chose to sit right across from her. Bella took a slow sip of the beer in her hand as she stared them down. She slowly leaned back and raised an eyebrow.
“So just because this seat happens to be empty, you assume it is up for grabs? Interesting.”
“quit the crap, bella.” fenrir spoke, his usual numbness not moving an inch as he saw her assume her threatening expression. it had never scared him, he didn’t quite understood why so many people feared it. he raised his hand to sign the bartender to bring his usual “such poor taste in drinking, it amuses me.”
amelia had her arms full of candy from honeydukes. she’d been saving her money up for this very moment. she spots a friend and makes her way over to them. “i’m going to be having such a sugar rush” she grins. “would you like to join me? i’ve always got room for one more” she tells the other.
fenrir stared at the girl in quite a maze as he tried to find a moment where amelia had ever spoken to him. he couldn’t recall. the only words that left his lips were cold and slow “i don’t like candy.”
Hestia had been sitting in front of that cupcake for a good 5 minutes, waiting for it’s owner to come retrieve it. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t eaten all day, or the temptation of the sugary treat that was almost too great to bear, but before she knew what she was doing her hand reached out and swiped the cupcake. Before someone could take it away, she took a huge bite, the regret came later when someone approached, “T-that wasn’t… wasn’t your’s w-was it?”
it wasn’t costume to fenrir eat much at meals but when a feisty scared hufflepuff had asked him to keep his cupcake safe, he went for pure curiosity. wasn’t long, of course, until he got bored and observed who became closer to take it. of course it had to be Jones and his lips curved a small smirk as the prophet hid his features “a very cute first year is going to be so mad at you.”
fenrir jacob william greyback before he became an absolute monster ( or more wolf than man ) story /statistics
seventeen years of silent treatment and judgy eyes. seriously.
one thing to know about fenrir is that HE DOESN’T CARE. when he does care, he pretends he doesn’t. typical, isn’t it? he likes his cigarettes, drugs and peace. he sounds like a match made in heaven, doesn’t he?
he grew up mostly by himself because his father killed his mother after his birth and he was pretty much greyback monster. he bite his son when he was very small but fenrir doesn’t really feel much about it. he carries it like ‘a small bump in life’. he has decent grades because HE JUST DOESN’T CARE but he has a very powerful magic inside of him. he is starting to control the pain and how to transform due to it
he feels like he doesn’t need friends, but he isn’t very much against it either. he likes his peace & quiet too much, so he might give you a death glare when you annoy you. but not much further than that.
he doesn’t really care for blood purity. he is in slytherin merely due to his ambitions. he is, in fact, a halfblood and won’t really judge you for your blood. he does care for small actions, due provoking huge earthquakes.