Resented Reunion
Hogsmeade Village June 2017
Fenrir leaned his shoulder into the brickwork of the building as he stared down at his phone and squinted at the little screen as he tried to read the messages popping up against the glare of the sun. Glancing up and about the square in Hogsmeade there didn’t seem to be many other places that offered shade besides ones that were currently occupied, or the currently over-crowded stores. Fenrir was not a fan of the village in the summer time; all the local wizarding children were on break from school, and Hogsmeade was just as if not more crowded than it was during the winter holidays. That, and it was terribly hot outside.
He hated having to leave home, but the last time he sent someone else shopping for food, they came back with more candies than real groceries. So he’d had to come do it himself. Well, not all by himself; technically he’d brought along one of the older kids to help him carry things back home. Not keeping good track of the teen had led to losing sight of them. Though Fenrir figured he’d know where to find them.
Responding to the last couple messages sent Fenrir shoved his phone into his pocket and headed directly towards the candy store, weaving through the slow moving groups of people that lingered about the main square of Hogsmeade. Honestly, a couple old buildings, a dinky bar and sub-par candy store wasn’t anything to gawk at. Fenrir didn’t really understand how the place drew so many tourists. Regardless he pushed his way into the too crowded candy shop and looked over the crowded aisles, looking for a familiar head.
Once he’d corralled the younger werewolf and practically dragged them from the candy store, they could finally go food shopping. The boy was less than pleased, walking briskly towards the grocer with a sour face. Fenrir trailed after the child, not feeling a need to keep pace with him. His eyes scanned over faces as they often did; there wasn’t much else to look at, being so tall. An oddly familiar face made the man look twice, and he slowed his pace until he stopped entirely.
Was that. Lyall’s boy? Remus? Fenrir stared; it was odd, how strikingly the boy looked like his father at a younger age. The boy he’d bitten well over a decade ago. A warning, more like punishment, for Lyall’s foul words against his kind. It was strange to see that face, so many years later. No longer a terrified little child. Of course. He could be mistaken. It could just be someone who looked like Lyall’s son. Really, what were the chances?
Curiosity was getting the better of him though. Fenrir began to approach the man, pushing his way through the groups of people to make his way towards Remus. By the time Fenrir had made his way to Remus, the child that had been with him had found his way back to Fenrir. Looking just as sulky, now mad that he’d not only been dragged from the candy store, but that this whole grocery ordeal was being stalled.
The child scowled up at Fenrir when approaching, then looked at Remus with a squint. “Who’re you?” The child asked Remus, glancing between the two. Fenrir gave the boy a light shove on the shoulder for his blunt question before asking Remus himself with an almost mocking grin, “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? You’re Lyall’s son, right? You must be just as stubborn as he is, still alive and kickin’.”
