Raven Fawley

Second in Command, Private Security, Werewolf, 30 years

[ravenwolffawley]

informally detained ||R&R

“Look, I didn’t do anything wrong. You can ask my client, or any of the dozen witnesses who saw what happened. Those scumbags attacked first,” Raven said, sitting back in her chair. She had tipped it back, so it was only resting on two legs. Arms folded over her chest, one leg crossed over the other, Raven raised her eyebrows at the Auror across from her. Fuck, but she hated being in these shitty interrogation rooms.

“And if anything happens to me or my client while we’re here, I’m holding you and this department responsible. I’m not letting my reputation suffer if you can’t keep a person safe within your own walls.”

She was still a little hyped on adrenaline, but then taking down three men tended to do that to a person.

“Anyway, I didn’t hurt them. Much.” 

@auror-scrimgeour

[ravenwolffawley]

at a distance || R&F

For all that Raven enjoyed her work, she did not enjoy the part that required her to sit around. Patience was not her strongest virtue, and she was pretty short on virtues to begin with. 

What made it worse was that this guy wanted his protection unseen, meaning she had to hang back and follow. He was trying to draw his enemies out. Apparently Mr. Woodrock had made some people very unhappy by inventing a new cleaning potion. Why that would make anyone mad was beyond Raven, but hey, he had provided her with the potion for free in addition to paying her for her services. 

It was easier for Raven to provide protection when she was up close and personal. But what really annoyed her was that he got to go into a nice restaurant for lunch, and she was left out in the cold. Literally. At the very least, the guy could have allowed her inside the damn building.

 Grousing to herself, Raven pulled up the collar of her coat, and settled further down onto the bench. She sniffed, and crossed her arms over her chest. Sniffed again. 

“I know you’re there,” she said, seemingly to no one. “Aside from being able to smell you, I got wind of those meat pies you have a mile away. What, you trying to tease me?” she grumbled along with her stomach.

@bloodmoongreyback

[ravenwolffawley]

OPEN STARTER Where: Diagon Alley When: Present (in-game)

For all that Raven was the responsible one of their pack...that wasn’t saying all that much. When you grew up with criminals, with people who took what they wanted when they wanted, you tended to pick up at least some of their habits. And Raven was between jobs right now, making those idle hands playthings for the Devil rather than any force of good.

She leaned against the wall in Diagon Alley, casually surveying the crowds around her and seeing how she could best get into trouble...or stay out of it. With the nicer weather, more people were in the streets, especially around Fortescue’s. There was something about spring and summer that made people want ice cream cones. 

Her attention was taken away from a child excitedly bouncing in the lineup to the sounds of a vocal curse and a clattering. They were faint, and not audible to normal ears, but Raven’s body was a finely honed machine, all of her senses constantly on alert. Interesting.

Curiosity might have killed the cat, but Raven was a wolf. So she pushed off from the wall at her back and casually made her way in the direction of the noise. Combat boots scuffed on the cobblestones. She turned her head, cocking it to the side to hear better, and heard a muffled groan. 

The dark haired woman sidestepped a harried looking witch and found the alley she had been looking for. A person sat on the ground, packages spilled around them, looking rather put out, but otherwise uninjured. 

“Do I even want to know?” 

[ravenwolffawley]