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[pi_wakawaka]

From the Great Hall of Hogwarts a small and quick bird flies down and almost hovers with darting motions.

Tiwa had been divebombing students outside Hunter and now she's here.

This doesn't feel like a prank but maybe it is. She zips and darts around, pecking at all the things she can find, seems almost of the Dreaming.

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[likessoftskin]

There's a very large, very magical person who likes to skulk around the New York Hogwarts. Now that he has no werewolves to incite into rebellion or wizards to terrorize, Fenrir finds himself gripped by nostalgia.

That's the hallway where Jeremy Sims hit him with the Burping Curse, that's the stairway where he used the Trip Jinx on the prefect who caught him paying Jerry back....

He walks into the Great Hall just to wander around. He blinks at the bird, frowning a bit. It won't be much more than a mouthful even if he can stun it.

[pi_wakawaka]

He smells like a shifter so Tiwa hides behind the chair at the big table to change and tries to look nonchalant as she comes out,

"Hello."

[likessoftskin]

There is some blinking, then his stare sharpens. Oh, for the power to change at will....

His voice is tight when he rasps, "Rather young to be an Animagus, aren't you?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"I'm a pooka not an anime thing though you're not."

[likessoftskin]

She gets treated to a flat look, the beginnings of anger twisting his features. Now, now. No need to bite the young lady's head off just for one comment.

"And how would you know what I am, girl?" he says. He's trying to be polite. He was good at acting normal once, but those days are long gone - so trying is all it is.

[pi_wakawaka]

"You're a shifter, gives you a certain look. Not as cold as a vamp and all sorts of anger."

[likessoftskin]

Fenrir is grudgingly impressed; his grin grows savage as she remarks on his anger.

"That is some useful magic, little pookah."

[pi_wakawaka]

She shrugs at that and perches on the back of a chair,

"Just me and you be nice else my Mum will hit you with a spoon."

[likessoftskin]

There's a glance around for the aforementioned parent.

"How nice, that you have your family with you." Fenrir misses his boys and girls, but damned if he'd tell a stranger that.

An amused snort. "Does she often use cutlery as weapons?"

[pi_wakawaka]

Actually her Mum isn't here but she's not going to tell him that,

"She runs the best cafe and bakery in Kelburn and we're all sorts of tricky, so she has to so we behave."

[likessoftskin]

"And is she a pooka like yourself? Or is this some sort of...magical curse?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"No, she's a boggan and not a curse at all just who we are."

[likessoftskin]

Fenrir immediately associates the word boggan with Boggart, then shrugs the association away, since those sorts of Dark creatures aren't known for bearing children.

"A most unusual family."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Just us. Are all of your family shifters?"

[likessoftskin]

"Yes."

His boys and girls are his family - not those he's related to by blood.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Then why are you so angry?"