ariadne eris selwyn - 43yo, quarter veela, death eater.
wolfgang "wolf" gupa - 25yo, werewolf, secretly death eater.
penned by mori. part of hqcruciatus.
“Looking at it with wizarding laws in place, no doubt it is, in fact, illegal, then.” Severus had spent time with people who spoke in circles before. They hoped to distract or confuse enough that their conversation partner simply wanted to get them out of their hair.
“I didn’t intend to dock points, I intended to have you removed from the premises. Particularly after your confession to illegal acts.” He didn’t want Rosmerta in trouble because of something a stupid kid did on her property. “I don’t believe I have to answer to you on why I’m here, but if it satisfies you, Rosmerta is a friend.” When things got too crowded or too much - particularly like they had during the lunch rush, during the time where everything that was going on had gotten to be overwhelming - she let him use the back hallways as a place to calm himself down again.
he watched snape for a moment, eyes sharp and brow frowning. “ --- i’m not stealing, okay, let’s get that out of the way, “ he said, quick to feel a little offended. well, maybe it wasn’t what the professor was suggesting but it was an option. “ .... i need a new discreet place for quick meeting, no big deal. just... checking my option, you know ? “ he shifted in place a little. wolf wasn’t ashamed of things he did to survive, but he also didn’t really wanted to share this with snape, not when the man seems to be ruthless when needed and wolf didn’t wanted to give him ammunition.
“ .... oh, “ he couldn’t help but blink, taken a back. he thought he will get polite, nice worded fuck off instead of real answer. “ that’s great ! “ he needed to bite himself before he said something wrong. “ now i’m curious, but also kinda like all my limbs attached to my body... “ he started in normal tone to turn it slowly into muttering.
When: Late at night, corner of Knockturn Alley, few feet from Diagon Alley
“If my brother in law makes one more snide remark I honestly will murder him” Bellatrix muttered, rolling her eyes as she replayed the last interaction she’d had with Lucius in her mind. Him alone almost made her reconsider the succesful prision break out. Although she was enjoying some of her new found freedom, even if it mostly meant hiding out at Malfoy Manor. Today, she was risking venturing out, although it was late a night. She pitied the poor person that might try to take her on at night.
she couldn’t stop the chuckle to save her life, eyes moving over the street slowly. eris shouldn’t be here, not in pale pink dress and white glowes, looking too sweet and innocnet to be so close to knockturn alley ---- not to mention the aurors on her tail. and yet, who will stop her? “ did he ever do anything more than bark? “ she answered in low voice.
He’s taken by surprise by the scent, not having expect to run into another werewolf in the Leaky Cauldron. Their kind tended to prefer places that ran a little further under the radar, and someone being this out in the open usually spoke of a boldness that cause Remus to immediately proceed with caution. His glance around the room was subtle until his eyes landed on one of his former students, managing to pull a smile from the man. No longer feeling as wary as he previously had, Remus approached the younger man and sat directly across from him. “Mr. Gupa,” he greeted warmly.
it was a good night. with his body relaxed and pocket full of gold, wolf sat here, a plate full of food --- where was the last time he could eat and not be hungry after? he couldn’t really remember, people were a little wary since the whole azkaban thing which made it hard for werewolf to find... buddies.
he almost purred as the meal warm his belly, only tilting his head a little at the scent of another were in the room. they smelt familiar and close and wolf smiled brightly at the sight of lupin’s - could he call him remus now? - face. “ hello here, prof! “ he said after swallowing, quickly moving his hand to gesture around. “ bloody hell, no, don’t call me that, call me wolf, everone does. and help yourself, for once i have plenty to share, “ he couldn’t stop the wink, catching his mug and drinking the hot hot tea, even as it burned his tounge. “ would you like a tea or something? “
It wasn’t too large a stretch of land that made up Kingsley’s backyard before he hit forest. A row of thick fir trees lined the lower border of his garden and with nothing hindering his view, it wasn’t that difficult to see the short, rather naked, man who tumbled forward and ended up on his face. He didn’t move for a moment and Kingsley was quick to reach for the blanket off the back of his sofa and hurry down the field in his navy blue pyjamas.
As he got closer, he noted that the boy was young - college years at hogwarts, perhaps, and he fanned out the blanket before lowering it onto his clearly exhausted body.
“There we are.” He soothed as he turned the other over and picked him up - easily as he would his wand. He carried the shivering man back to his home, and laid him on the sofa. He sat at his kitchen table with a cup of green tea and waited for the sun to rise properly in the sky.
wolf fucked up. and he knew that the moment his eyes landed on the house that should have not been here if only werewolf would run in the right direction. but nope, of course no, he did end up here, like an idiot, too worn out from the change to do anything as his body hit the ground.
he loved running, the scent of forest and night air. he loved change and full moon, all pain that comes with it and scares and taste of blood in his mouth --- his, mostly, but he might have eat something along the way. the point was, wolf was careful, as much as hard it was to believe it. always calculate where he go for the change, having the spot for his clothes and leaving a strong smelling point on tree right by it ( with his blood and well, he did pee on it too, don’t look at him, it works. )
but today, with pain still making his body shake, and nose already full of blood scent, he made a wrong turn somewhere and landed... here, whenever it was. wolf whined, honest to god whined like a wounded dog, when someone touched him, soft voice in his ears even if he couldn’t make out the words. he tried to lift his hands, weakly, protect himself, but he couldn’t. fullmoon was always hard when he was alone, leaving him drined and wanting to just... crawl into a hole and sleep.
wolf wasn’t sure how long he slept, not long as the world around was still in the greyish light of early morning, but it felt like a blinking. he slowly moved, a grunt of pain escaping from his lips as he sat up, the blanket - soft and nice smelling and warm - falling down to his legs, covering all places that should stay private. ( not like he really cared ) eyes moving around, he frowned just a little.
“ where the bloody hell i am? “ a scratchy whisper left his raw throat.
Time: Two weeks and two days after the prison breakout
- - -
He was a well hidden person despite his tall, broad figure. In dark clothing, he fit in amongst the rest of Diagon Alley’s less desirables. He was here on a mission - intel having told them one of the breakoutee’s would be here. They didn’t say who or even specify their crime list - only that they would be around and that he was to keep an eye out for them.
He was getting to the point of turning and leaving, thinking that surely no one was stupid enough to be out in the streets when they were so crowded with back to school shoppers. A flash of blonde hair had him zeroing in on an unfortunately familiar silhouette. No, he thought, not stupid; bold. Selwyn was bold.
He followed her stealthily, keeping to the shadows and retaining his eagle eyed view on her confident strides. He only spoke up when they both entered an alleyway together, at which point he said:
“You’re not supposed to be here, Eris.”
eris knew she was being watched --- felt it on her skin, sees the shadows moving just out of the corner of her eyes. ariadne, on the other hand, wouldn’t have a clue, so she made step after step, smiling to people around. the point was to not change her rutine, so she used the same shortcut aria always did.
her heart pounded but not in fear ---- excited to maybe, just maybe, taste blood again ; no no no, she couldn’t, she needed to keep her head low low low and quiet like mouse, tuck herself in a corner like a prey, not hunter.
the voice didn’t surprised her, thought she made her body flinch, jump slightly and turn, one hand open and rised in stop gesture, the other quickly moving to her own chest. light eyes open wildy, chest moving quickly in breaths, face fulll of fear.
“ ---- merlin ! “ she half-shouted half-whined, looking in the men’s face. oh. him. “ and you shouldn’t sneak behind a lady like that. you scared me, mister, “ the veela said, letting her hands join on her chest, taking deep breaths to calm her heartbeat.
“ .... eris? “ she added in a whisper, blinking once and making a step towards the men. “ do you know where she is? is she here? “ she asked quickly, fingers twisted into fabric of her robe, eyes full of quiet terror. “ ----- she is here for me, isn’t she? “ there was fear in her trembling whisper, chest again moving in quicker breath.
eris was a good actress and ariadne was her favorite role.
it didn’t take much for molly to fluster. she had seven kids, after all. but with the recent azkaban breakout, molly was flustered. she thought she wouldn’t ever have to do this again, this worrying about whether her family would survive a war. but she knew the signs, she knew that’s where this was headed and she didn’t like it.
digging through her purse to find her wand, she couldn’t help but to laugh. “my youngest is about to start her sixth year at hogwarts and i still pack my bag like i have a baby,” she said as she continued pulling things out to find it. she had forgotten she had stuffed it down the front of her shirt for safe keeping instead of putting it in her pocket.
she smiled in the soft, warmth way her sister was known of, shaking her head a little with a chuckle. “ some habits will never go away, “ eris said, hands moving to gently wrap a small jar in light-colored, decorative paper. slytherin, she hated that thing. how ariadne could keep everything so bright and sweet and soft --- the shop, house, her clothes itiching eris’ skin even though before azkaban she did walked around in white too -- now it just made her want to throw it out and burn burn burn.
“ on the other hand, you are always prepared, so it isn’t such bad thing, isn’t it, mrs weasley ? “
“well i’ve got alcohol and money. so order whatever you want, it’s on me.” the young gryffindor stated grimly. the one thing his parents seemed to leave him with. money that he didn’t want. the bartender was still gawking at harry, skeptical of the boy who lied and clearly an avid supporter of the prophet, “though maybe you’ll have better luck with the bartender. he hasn’t stopped staring at me long enough to refill my drink.” bright orbs flickered to finally look at his companion and maybe dragged up the sight of his physique, pink blush tinting his cheeks as he buried his head in the remaining remnants of his firewhiskey. he knew who wolf was. he’d seen him around. he was hot. everyone thought so. did harry trust him? not in the slightest. suspicious that he might be a death eater.
“ you sure know how to treat a man, potter ! “ he smiled --- easy and bright, tapping his glass. dark eyes watched the golden boy attentively, taking in the tried but still handsome face, pinkish dust on cheeks making him looking even more attractive. ( which, not fair, wolf could almost hear the rush of blood, a faint scent of --- no, descrabing this would take a lot of energy, too many smells around to being sure this one comes from gryffindor and werewolf was sure it would make him look... suspecious. ) must have been nice, have money to just throw around. on the other hand, wolf wasn’t so sure he would like to pay the same price potter did to have this. his parents might have not be the most loving sort, but they cared and were there for him... and now he felt the rush of missing his pack so much, missing having around people who got him, his needs and habits. nope. not opening that box now, he thought, quickly moving hairs out of his face and turning slightly to look at bartender. “ now that’s just bloody rude. and unprofessional, fuck that guy, “ hufflepuff said with genuine upset in voice, frowning. “ --- gimme a moment, gryffie, i will be right back, “ he wiggled his fingers at potter’s face, smiling again with a little sharp edge to it and winking as he slip off the chair, making his way to the bar. aftera quick, low-spoken conversation, ha came back to the table, putting two bottles on it with a wicked grin. “ i got the firewhisky and daisyroot draught, which one do you want first ? and yeah, it’s on your tab --- thank you, by the way. “
He had gone two decades. Two decades without thinking about the harm he had caused, about the mistakes he had made, thinking he was forgiven and Scott free. But on the night of the maze task, his forearm had burned. The snake which remained stationary for so long, began moving again, beckoning him to the meeting that occurred. He didn’t go.
He paced now, outside the back room to Madame Rosmerta’s, and he worried. He knew what would be asked of him when he was called forth. He knew he would be asked to join the dark lord once more. He would be asked to spy and report back, to be as close to the man who had killed the one woman he asked him not to kill as he could be. To somehow not walk around feeling sick to his stomach the entire time.
A noise disrupted his mind, and he turned toward it, looking further down the corridor. “You shouldn’t be back here unless you’re staff.” He said, eyes narrowing slightly. He wasn’t at Hogwarts Just yet, but he still had the stern professor voice he had spent years perfecting.
“A public space until you walk past the door that states ‘staff only’.” Severus agreed with a characteristic brow crinkle. His mouth down turned at the corners. He didn’t much approve of loitering. He didn’t think he would much approve of anything at the moment - not with the inevitability of his future weighing down on him. He was too old for this now. Could he say that at 40? That he was too old? Is anyone too old before 50?
“I suggest,” He said after a moment. “That you leave the staff designated area and return to whatever trouble you were causing elsewhere.” It would be wiser for him. Less memory charms if he were to overhear something a student shouldn’t.
“ now, professor, don’t be like that. just because i might or might not have came here to find a way to get some gold in a way that might or might not be legal --- depends how you look at it, really --- doesn’t mean i’m here to cause problems, “ wolf lifted his hand, moving it around as he talked. “ a necessity to feed is not causing problems, okay, that’s basic human need, that i am experiencing too. like everybody ! “ the rambling wasn’t good. it was opposite of good, and wolf knew that, he wasn’t stupid, no matter how he sometimes let it seems like it. it was his hufflepuff’s charm, that was it ---- and painfuly, he did realized that snape wasn’t a person that seems to be charmed by it.
“ ---- wait, the school didn’t really start yet, you can’t punish me or dock points yet. plus, you are not part of the stuff too, so you shouldn’t be here anyway, “ he frowned, before adding quick, respectful “ --- sir. “
“ok but where are we going?” luna asked, her eyes and face full of wonder when she walked alongside the other that had a destination for the two of them. “it’s been ages since i’ve been on an adventure, what else should a summer be filled with if not excitement.” the blonde witch beamed as she looked at the person beside her. truth be told, as much as she enjoyed school the summer was nice to get a little bit of downtime and freedom to do as you please.
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it was so easy to fall step by step with lovegood --- all you needed was a comfortable shoes and a little bit of positive attitude. wolf flashed a smile, making bigger step and turning, walking backward as he made gestures with his hands, watching the witch with bright eyes. “ okay, ready ? you see, the thing is --- i have no idea ! “ he laughed. he was in such great mood, for now at last. “ we can make a game of it. let’s say we walk to the next streen and go tow times right, then left, then... something... and see where we end up ? what about that, miss lovegood ? “
He had gone two decades. Two decades without thinking about the harm he had caused, about the mistakes he had made, thinking he was forgiven and Scott free. But on the night of the maze task, his forearm had burned. The snake which remained stationary for so long, began moving again, beckoning him to the meeting that occurred. He didn’t go.
He paced now, outside the back room to Madame Rosmerta’s, and he worried. He knew what would be asked of him when he was called forth. He knew he would be asked to join the dark lord once more. He would be asked to spy and report back, to be as close to the man who had killed the one woman he asked him not to kill as he could be. To somehow not walk around feeling sick to his stomach the entire time.
A noise disrupted his mind, and he turned toward it, looking further down the corridor. “You shouldn’t be back here unless you’re staff.” He said, eyes narrowing slightly. He wasn’t at Hogwarts Just yet, but he still had the stern professor voice he had spent years perfecting.
He had gone two decades. Two decades without thinking about the harm he had caused, about the mistakes he had made, thinking he was forgiven and Scott free. But on the night of the maze task, his forearm had burned. The snake which remained stationary for so long, began moving again, beckoning him to the meeting that occurred. He didn’t go.
He paced now, outside the back room to Madame Rosmerta’s, and he worried. He knew what would be asked of him when he was called forth. He knew he would be asked to join the dark lord once more. He would be asked to spy and report back, to be as close to the man who had killed the one woman he asked him not to kill as he could be. To somehow not walk around feeling sick to his stomach the entire time.
A noise disrupted his mind, and he turned toward it, looking further down the corridor. “You shouldn’t be back here unless you’re staff.” He said, eyes narrowing slightly. He wasn’t at Hogwarts Just yet, but he still had the stern professor voice he had spent years perfecting.
there were few things wolf realy wanted to avoid while in hogwart, aside for the whole ‘he is a werewolf!’ thing. ( he saw what happened with lupin, who, by the way, was pretty good teacher. no, thank you, wolf didn’t want to feel that frist-handed. ) in the first five was getting on the bad side of professor snape --- which seems to be really easy to do. of course, being a nice, invisible puff was giving him pretty good chances of not doing that --- but apparently his luck flew out of window as he tried to sneak past the black-clothed terror. ( the scent was weird, all herbs and worry and no no no and --- wolf bit his tounge, the smell of blood overpowering anything else just for a moment. )
“ ---- technically speaking, it is a public space...? “ he said, his brain connecting with mouth without filter. “ ...professor snape, sir. “ wolf added quickly, with a small nod of head. well fuck, there goes staying safe.
he wasn’t one to say “i told you so” that was more up hermione’s alley but still, it was rather frustrating to see how him and his friends saw this coming and people were still walking around with their heads up their arses. the firewhiskey was strong but did little to tame his anger as he read the daily prophet, once again villianizing his godfather who did nothing wrong. with a huff, he crumpled up the paper and threw it as far away as he could, accidentally hitting someone in the process, “er…sorry.” he murmured out awkwardly, ducking his head into his drink.
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he could catch the paper, feeling the itch in fingers, but let it hit his chin and bounce off ---- right into his drink. well, there goes his last ‘party’ sickles. “ i realy want to say ‘no problem’ but now i’m without alcohol and money, “ wolf said, frowning just slightly, though his voice was light and little amused. “ what was the crime for such violent punishment ? “ he asked, fingers moving in the drink to get that shit out. he throwed the wet paper in the nearst bin and without hesitation sitting his ass down by the same table that ------ oh fuck, he should have look up earlier --- mister boy-who-lived sat. and yes, he still downed his drink in one go as he waited for answer.
Send an emoji below + three (3) different characters / muses that my muse must pick from! Some choices are considered ns / fw.
💍 - fuck, marry, kill.
💎 - unsex, divorce, revive.
💋 - hug, cuddle, kiss.
💫 - fight, tickle, insult.
🦋 - befriend, adopt, ignore.
🥊 - pinch, slap, punch.
✨ - summon, banish, absorb.
🔗 - handcuff, tie up, pin down.
🦷 - lick, suck, bite.
🗳️ - vote for, vote against, run against.
☕ - get coffee with, go out to dinner with, steal their food.
💤 - sleep with fully clothed, sleep with in underwear, sleep with naked.
💰 - rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops.
🚦 - be stuck in an elevator with, be stuck in traffic with, be stuck in the apocalypse with.
🎉 - hang out with, party with, ghost.
🔛 - make love to, have a quickie with, be rough / kinky with.
🍪 - make cookies for, make a five-course meal for, burn all their food.
🔪 - protect, attack, fight side-by-side with.
💬 - SEND IN YOUR OWN THREE OPTIONS NOT LISTED ABOVE!
I know you all too well, your sister love, your brother misery
Come a bit closer Got a secret inside
I don't mind all the chaos It keeps me alive
Just 'cause I look like a good girl
Don't mean I won't do things that hurt
Beware evil
I'm the Devil's worst nightmare
sarah paulson : cisfemale : she/her : owner of dragon’s apothecary ( unemployed ) :
devil’s worst nightmare by fjora ϟ
did you see ARIADNE ERIS SELWYN ?
you know , 43 year old quarter -veela who was formally in slytherin.
some say she can be quite +patient but are known to be -manipulative .
they are secretly aligned with the death eaters.
maybe that’s why they remind me of
an echo of innocence, ripped apart
- are monsters born or created? ;
sweet smiles & destructive thoughts ;
hidding in plain sight.
DEATH TW, MURDER TW, CHILD ABUSE TW, VAGUE ALLUSIONS TO R*PE TW
eris and adriadne were a result of an affair --- almost a reason of breaking their father’s marriage. and yet, when he come with a new children and new woman to his house, his wife wasn’t having it.
mrs. selwyn knew that the killing cure wasn't the only way to get rid of the whore that took her husband --- and made sure to use this knowledge. and yet, even being furious, she couldn’t kill two little girls. she agreed to raise them as her own -- since she couldn’t have biological children. she never forget nor really forgiven her husband, but tried her best to not let that touch girls... not always succesful.
the twins were identical in looks, but their ambitions and hobbies were different. ariadne was crying a lot, hidding and just wanting to be left alone to play with flowers and watching birds. eris was like the older one -- keeping ariadne safe from mom, rumors, rules of purebloods’ world. she was the bitch, the typical mean slytherin, quick to hurt with her words and wands, just to keep attention on herself and letting ariadne being the soft, loving girl she was. she knew they weren’t wanted nor loved by their “mother” and made sure to keep ariadne in dark, in the naive thinking that mom is that way, a little cold.
when the war was coming, adriadne was quick to say she didn’t want to have anything with it -- an option she didn’t knew wasn’t on table. of course, eris did what she needed to make sure they will live trough this all.
eris did not belived in any blood purity nor she minded the muggleborns, but made sure to make it seems like she did. keeping close these that could be useful and fighting to hide ariadne from the cold truth - they need to pick side. and well, voldemort seems more likely to win.
eris took the mark and calculated her chances. don’t ask how she ended up in bed with the dark lord - she isn’t sure. it wasn’t love, it was plan. in the end, she got pregnant and that... was good. he may have not care about her, but his child? his powerful, pure child? oh yes.
she told her sister about it -- the little kid in her belly, about making sure they were taken care of, that if anything happens, she, aria and baby will be safe and away, she just need to know aria will help with child. ariadne was watching her with that weird look but she hugged eris, telling the ‘i will always love you, sis’ and ‘thank you’ and all little thing that made eris sure that no matter whats happens around, they are family and will always have each other backs.
and then, the end came. she give a brith to this sweet girl, in middle of attack, and named her delphini, before putting her in rodolphus lestrange’s hands, too weak to save them both. he might have been a basterd on many fronts, but she could trust him with his lord’s heir, sacred.
she kept silence when they took her, said nothing whne they screamed at her and “checking out if she is okay”. eris belived that this time ariadne will came to her, get her out by using the storytelling skills, they will find delphi and run, not looking back.
“ i hope you will rot here, selfish monster. “
azkaban was cold and hurt hurt hurt and she couldn’t fucking think and she was freezing and ---- bitte her tounge, listening to bella’s screams and and and --- wasn’t she right? she tried to remember --- why she was loving ariadne? why she was doing things she didn’t wanted for her why why why --- her child. where is her child.
it was FUNNY. so FUNNY. the imagines of her daughter kept her pretty sane, even with aurors’ unwanted touch and these creatures and cold ; her mind seems sharper than ever.
and then --- HE came back for them. got them out, didn’t he? oh yes, he did! and eris knew what to do, where to hide ----- she had a goal, she wanted her child back and needed to make sure nobody will see her coming.
ariadne was such naive, idiotic girl, even after so many years. watching her made eris feel disgusted ; so much potential, wasted away to be this... doll. her home not safe enough, it was so easy to slip in and past traps. it was so easy to smile, coldly watching how life escapes’ aria’s eyes. so easy to clean herself out, choose new clothes and smile, sweet and shy.
“ hello, my dear. my name’s ariadne, how are you? “ eris said, her voice soft as honey.
I'm a coward, I'm a freak
The scum of the Earth A liar and a cheat
I'm such a sinner
Yeah have been since birth
Have an adrenal full of lust
But I could be so much worst
I thank God that I'm not you
avan jogia : cis male : he/him : 7the year student at hogwarts :
thank god i’m not you by himalayas ϟ
did you see WOLFGANG “ WOLF ” GUPA ?
you know, 25 year old half-blood ( werewolf ) who is in hufflepuff.
some say he can be quite + practical but are known to be - secretive.
they are ( secretly ) aligned with the death eaters.
maybe that’s why they remind me of
big smile full of sharp teeth ‘ i don’t bite, not now anyway ‘,
chest vibrating from laughter
and furious growls & sharp claws.
TW CHILD ABUSE, TW KIDDNAPING ( MENTION )
& TW MURDER ( & CHILD MURDER )
( i tried to be as much vague about it all as i could, but it is still there so be careful! )
wolfgang was born into greyback’s pack at it’s prime --- with the dark lord by their side, they seem untouchable. along with him, there was seven kids born that time & in the greed for power, they were given to pack leader and his closets to turn. way too young, wolf barely gets out alive of that experience, unlike the rest of his ‘ siblings ‘. but even though they mourned them, the pack kept strong --- it wasn’t like only kids born to the pack were there, wasn’t it? muggle had a lot of teenagers that liked to walks alone.it was useful for the pack.
after voldermot’s falls and taking the leader to azkaban, the pack hid away & stayed low. one could say they got a little wild, but they made sure to educate kids and prepare them for the world.
wolf was risen to being proud of who he was --- never remembering being anything else than werwolf, he loves the energy itching under his skin, getting more intense as the full moon approached and he learns to find the satisfaction in bond-deep aching after. having others around for a change was also making things easier.
nobody was really surprised when wolf’s got his hogwarts letter -- he had his ‘accidental’ bursts of magic all over his childhood & it wasn’t pretty. but he got there, with his head up & mouth shuts about who/what he is - he may be proud, but he also wants to have freedom, okay.
( here is place for the first hogwarts years & dealing with full moons that i need to figure/plot out xd [ the worst i swear ] )
he isn’t thrilled to be part of death eaters or something but if the pack joins, he joins too.
quick to jump into people’s beds and even quicker to jump out of them, not really caring. he isn’t a flirty type, has more of a casual approach to it. it wasn’t like he is going to ‘ take a mate ‘ soon anyway, right? ( if you want, you can totally assume that your muse & wolf slept together at some point )
likes to talk about his family and cousins etc, but doesn't call it a pack nor gives away any important pieces of information. it’s more of cracking a humorous story there and here. rarely gives away names or places though.
he likes that he is in hufflepuff ; it’s a great house and - what is more than convenient for him - they are mostly overlooked & ignored by the rest. suit him just fine.
