http://runawayalot.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] runawayalot.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-06-25 02:42 pm

dual pup post

This is SO COOL.

There is a CASTLE in New York.

Totally worth sneaking out of the tunnels and risking evil plants to check out. Because, CASTLE! Right there!

Laura is not going unarmed, of course! She has dragged Mudkip along, who is being jumpy about every little thing.

The two are currently in the entry hall, generally being impressed. (Laura is hoping to find big, fancy beds. That would be awesome and tons more comfortable than piles of rags. Also less stinky. Mudkip is hoping not to find any monsters.)

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-06-30 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Mudkip has a reason to be jumpy.

The man who enters the entrance hall after Laura is large, his muscles not hidden underneath his long black robes. Personal grooming has never entered his mental vocabulary: his greyish-brown hair is matted, his pointed teeth are stained yellow as are his long nails.

Fenrir Greyback thought he smelled someone...young.

The corners of his amber eyes crinkle in a smile. "I always loved the ceiling," he comments, with the raspy voice of someone not used to speaking.

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-06-30 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
His hearty guffaw is very reminiscent of a dog's bark.

"Didn't your mother teach manners?" He doesn't sound like he minds one bit, though.

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-06-30 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dearie me, how awful," rumbles the man who most obviously doesn't think that a lack of mother is awful.

"I lived here once upon a time. Recently revisited." And saw the death of one of the wizarding world's greatest fighters for the side of good. He smiles at the memory.

"Or I did...back where I come from. It was quite a shock to find Hogwarts...wherever here is."

Knowledgeable about Muggle geography, Fenrir is not.

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's an awful lot of questions, missy, and us not even knowing each other's names," Fenrir continues pleasantly.

He can afford to be patient. Get to know the girl a little.

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Laura and Mudkip," Fenrir repeats, gaze flicking first to one, then the other (and lingering on the first one). "You can call me Mr. Greyback, Laura."

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenrir's smile twists to bitterness at the comment about his name.

The smile returns when he talks about the castle. "It's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where young witches and wizards learn to do magic.

"I suppose they have a different school in America, that's why you haven't heard of Hogwarts."

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenrir snorts in amusement. From his sleeve he produces his wand - long, of a dark brown wood - and points it, after a moment's deliberation, at Mudkip.

"Levicorpus."

Mudkip should finds itself dangling from what passes for one of its ankles now.

[identity profile] herd-u-liek.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"KIIIIP!" Mudkip is not happy about this. Mudkip is flailing.

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenrir likes this one.

"Magic," he says, tone shading to puzzlement. "You've never seen it before?" How can a Muggle see Hogwarts? Has being transported to New York dispelled the magical protections?

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The toothy smile grows. "Whatever the lady wishes." Fenrir points his wand at Laura. "Langlock."

Guess whose tongue is stuck to the roof of her mouth?

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"What's that? Sorry - couldn't hear you."

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenrir is too chuffed to bits at his wit to bother stopping her.

When you've had one of your kids try to rip your own throat out, when you serve a Dark Lord that'd Crucio you at the slightest mistake - a kick to the shin is child's play.

His laugh booms across the abandoned entrance hall. "Now, now, missy...little girls must be good before they get their reward."

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenrir has a pretty high tolerance for pain, but this is getting annoying.

Scowling, he thrusts her back with the hand not holding his arm. Fenrir knows his own strength, and is rather gentle with the wee one. Just enough force to get her away - unless (or until) she decides to charge him again.

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Is she accomplished at fleeing adults who can wave their wands, say, "Locomotor Mortis," and make her unable to move her legs?

Because, yeah, that's what Fenrir does.

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, fear. Fenrir's stomach rumbles and he takes a step forward.

...Oh, right, he was doing something else.

Still pointing his wand at her, he says whatever words one says to undo the tongue-sticking jinx, then undoes the Leg-Locker Curse.

"Now you can run along wherever you want, missy," he informs her. Smilingly.

[identity profile] likessoftskin.livejournal.com 2008-07-01 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenrir's bark-like laughter echoes after her. He doesn't follow.

He goes to get something to eat, instead, mindful of the perils of dealing with small children on an empty stomach.