Most Disappointing || Cassandra and Fenrir
March 1st 1979 Burke Family Manor @cassandraburke
Over the last few weeks he had been kept a very busy werewolves, barely able to find the time to breathe, let alone indulge in his usual pleasures or social interactions. As the war grew more aggressive, as sides fought more viciously than before, Fenrir and his very particular skill set were in almost constant demand and not only for those on the side of the Dark Lord. He smirked as he walked through the Burke family manor, having finished a meeting with the head of the family, thinking about those on opposite sides who still did not want to get their hands dirty and dispose of their enemies themselves.
Nose of a blood hound, he found Cassandra quickly in one of the family’s many sitting rooms. It was lavishly decorated, with a large mirror at one end of the room that he suspected may have been conjured by Cassandra herself, as draped over several of the chairs were outfits that screaming ‘wedding day’ to him. He knew that women usually went a little crazy when they approached their wedding day, although he only knew this through word of mouth, from conversations he had overheard and had never seen it first hand. He stood in the doorway, watching her whilst she believed she was alone and had not yet spotted him lurking. After a few minutes, he grew bored and cleared his throat.
“I would ask if your wedding plans were coming together, but your father already informed me as such” he said, he tone of voice indicating that he hadn’t asked and didn’t care in the slightest. He thought she was making a mistake, but she was still his pet and he still cared what happened to her. “Rosier’s a bad choice”.

















