RP: An Overdue Visitation

[pb_fenrir]

Characters: Fenrir Greyback, Draco Malfoy
Date: 8 December 1999, Night
Location: Diagon Alley, Contego Terrace
Summary: Fenrir's overdue for a visit, sees what Draco has been up to.
Status/Warning: Private/None
Completion: Complete

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[pb_draco]

He was counting the achingly slow stirs he made to a bubbling cauldron, eyes focused on his work. Six, seven, eight - very important to get exactly twelve-point-five stirs without stop, or the pale orange color he was after would shift to milky and he'd have to start over.

Nine, ten, eleven - his spine tingled, the wards on his stairs activating and alerting him. Far too late to be Granger, his father would have come through the Floo, no one else visited him. He dropped the stirring rod into the cauldron and gripped the table hard, cursing under his breath as the potion's viscosity changed with a sad bubbling sound. Greyback. Like he'd told Lucius, the wolf would just return over and over again.

Draco swore again, slamming the table hard with the sides of his fists. He had lessons with Granger the next day, and she would know it if he was distracted, unsettled, if lack of sleep or alcohol was affecting his work. Bastard couldn't have waited a dayHe slapped open the door to his lab, snapped his wand at the front door hard

[pb_fenrir]

Fenrir heard the movements inside the apartment fairly clearly. From what he remembered of the layout, Draco had come out of one of the rooms into the den with the sofas. He grabbed something... probably something to defend himself with. A silver dagger? More likely his wand... most wizards felt naked without them. The silly sticks were merely instruments of magic... the real power lay in the person, or so Fenrir believed.

A soft landing. He'd flopped onto one of the couches. Great. He would have to deal with Draco being pissy tonight.

Fenrir spoke loudly enough that Draco would be able to hear him through the door, "If you're trying to pretend you aren't home, you're doing a piss poor job of it slamming doors and running about. I would like to remind you that your drapes have been open for at least an hour. You might want to take care to shut them, don't want anyone looking in to see us, do you? Use your wand if your hands are shaking too much."

[pb_draco]

Draco glanced at the door, a shudder running down his spine. He'd meant to snap it open, startle the wolf and set him off balance, but instinct had set him to seal it closed instead. Now they were starting off their meeting with Fenrir already irritated.

He burned a good inch off his cigarette in one long drag, holding the smoke in his lungs as he flicked his wand at the door to open it. In the same movement, he twisted his wrist and pointed at the door to the kitchen, and to the bedroom, where he'd left a candle burning steady under a charm since the day Fenrir had first broken into his home. "No one can see us," he said, ignoring the shake in his voice as those two doors closed. "Unless you plan to hit the bedroom, and I don't recall your tastes running that way except for toddlers."

[pb_fenrir]

Fenrir watched the door open, ignoring Draco. He looked around the apartment. The doors were all shut. Interesting. Draco wanted him to stay here, in this room. After softly shutting the door behind, his instinct to explore and remain free kicked in and he started walking around the room. The place was somewhat tidy, as if a cleaning service had swept through the room. There was something in the air though, and it wasn't almonds. Sniffing slightly, trying not to give away to Malfoy that he'd caught onto something, he edged across the room looking for its source. Fenrir's acute senses honed in on the chemicals in the air coming from a specific door. He smelled something faint... bitter... almonds? Almonds? Perplexed, he let it drop for the moment and just stood at the door he'd found. Whether it was a potion or a girl, putting himself between it and Draco would probably be advantageous