Who? Remus Lupin (and guest) What? It's all about control. When? grownhp6words timeline. Why? Because there's more than one reason why he snarled at Deputy Headmaster Wilkes.
Fenrir isn't a patient man, per say, but he knows how to wait. It's part of the hunt, and for this one? His heir. His pride and joy? For Remus, Fenrir can wait till stars burn out.
He's resting against a wall, half-smiling. "...you should have killed him."
"Wilkes? Severus?" A beat, and a corner of his lips quirks in the slightest, humorlessly. "The man that called my son a half-breed?"
Another flick of the cigarette, and Remus turns to watch the ashes fall. His stomach twists again as Remus hears just how detached his voice sounds, but he suddenly finds it hard to really care.
Fenrir continues to watch Remus, before pushing off the wall, and beginning to shuffle in place. Waiting, biding time, so close to a full moon...it was...difficult. He was hungry. His whole body pulsed and rolled. He wondered how Remus could appear so cool and collected.
But at least he was talking sense now.
"But you know, there are better ways to make them suffer." He looks up, flexing the fingers of his disfigured hand. "There's better ways...of making them 'see the light.'...I would have thought a teacher would know that."
Watching Fenrir move about makes that quirk of the lips tug slightly higher, but this time in amusement as a certain glint in his eyes starts to shine. A glint that hadn't been there before. One that doesn't belong to a Marauder, or the kind professor everyone knows.
If he would have followed Fenrir, this is what he'd look like; with that dangerous expression of someone who's ready to snap, yet collected enough to weigh and measure his prey correctly before striking for the kill.
"...you never taught me. How should I know?" He takes another drag of the cigarette before standing. In the room just steps away from them there's some noise, noise of claws scratching roughly against the door as the wolf keeps insisting on getting out, and Remus turns back to Fenrir with a tilt of his head. "'Better ways,' hm?"
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Fenrir isn't a patient man, per say, but he knows how to wait. It's part of the hunt, and for this one? His heir. His pride and joy? For Remus, Fenrir can wait till stars burn out.
He's resting against a wall, half-smiling. "...you should have killed him."
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Another flick of the cigarette, and Remus turns to watch the ashes fall. His stomach twists again as Remus hears just how detached his voice sounds, but he suddenly finds it hard to really care.
"Who should I have killed?"
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Fenrir continues to watch Remus, before pushing off the wall, and beginning to shuffle in place. Waiting, biding time, so close to a full moon...it was...difficult. He was hungry. His whole body pulsed and rolled. He wondered how Remus could appear so cool and collected.
But at least he was talking sense now.
"But you know, there are better ways to make them suffer." He looks up, flexing the fingers of his disfigured hand. "There's better ways...of making them 'see the light.'...I would have thought a teacher would know that."
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If he would have followed Fenrir, this is what he'd look like; with that dangerous expression of someone who's ready to snap, yet collected enough to weigh and measure his prey correctly before striking for the kill.
"...you never taught me. How should I know?" He takes another drag of the cigarette before standing. In the room just steps away from them there's some noise, noise of claws scratching roughly against the door as the wolf keeps insisting on getting out, and Remus turns back to Fenrir with a tilt of his head. "'Better ways,' hm?"
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