dual pup post

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

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.)

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[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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.

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

Bwuh? An adult!

"What are you supposed to be, some kinda bum?"

She hopes! Bums are neat!

Mudkip is not as excited. He is cowering back by Laura's legs and watching the creepy newcomer.

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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.

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

"I don't have one," she informs him. "You live here?" She does not think he looks like he would, but there's all sorts of stories about princes/paupers and royalty in disguise.

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

"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.

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

"New York," she supplies helpfully. "Were you a prince or something? Did an evil witch curse you?"

Normally, she would not be asking this. But, after guy with animal powers, strange creatures, and general weirdness, she's quite willing to accept that a fairy tale prince would be here and cursed.

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

"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.

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

Shifty. On the other hand, it's just her name. "I'm Laura. And this is Mudkip."

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

"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."

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

"That's a weird name. So, is this really a castle? Is it enchanted?"

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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."

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Her expression turns smug as the dig hits home. "Yeah, right. I bet you're making it up. If it's really a magic school, show me some magic." She crosses her arms and gives him a challenging smile.

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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.

[herd-u-liek.livejournal.com]

"KIIIIP!" Mudkip is not happy about this. Mudkip is flailing.

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

"Whoa..." She waves a hand over the ankle, searching for, say, hidden strings. "Cool! How'd you do that?"

To Mudkip, she adds, "Don't be such a baby!"

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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?

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"Not like this. This is like what's in movies!" Only not fake! "Do something else!"

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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?

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

!!!

fdjsklfsjkl!

Flail!

Flail!

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

"What's that? Sorry - couldn't hear you."

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

Laura is seven years old, and as such does not always display very good judgement.

Such as when she decides to kick a person who is larger than she is and also capable of using magic.

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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."

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... a kick didn't work.

CLEARLY SHE NEEDS TO HIT HARDER!

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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.

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

There is much glaring. And angry noises. The magic has ceased being cool and started being really annoying.

She goes for running off, grabbing Mudkip out of the air on her way. Laura is practiced at fleeing adults!

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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.

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

That would be a "no." She's especially not used to falling down like that. Legs are supposed to function!

The "mmph"ing goes up in pitch and intensity. Laura's going from mad to scared.

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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.

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

"You... you BUTTHOLE!" she spits, hugging Mudkip close as she scrambles up.

She's definitely running now, though deeper into the school.

[likessoftskin.livejournal.com]

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.