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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.

[likessoftskin]

Fenrir raises an eyebrow at that. "I get angry when people keep asking me questions."

Especially about people who aren't here and, for all he knows, might never come here.

[pi_wakawaka]

She hops off her chair and starts walking around the castle,

"Then I'll leave you be, but no eating me allowed."

[likessoftskin]

His laugh is short, bark-like, and somewhat bitter.

"We've only just met and you think I'll eat you? Wolves don't eat birds, little girl."

[pi_wakawaka]

She puts her hands on her hips and does her best to copy her mum's look of don't mess with me,

"But you're not a wolf, you're a shifter. And you were thinking about eating me when you thought I was a bird."

[likessoftskin]

Fenrir's face tightens, for just an instant, when Tiwa says he's not a wolf.

"That was before I knew you for a...something close to human, girl. I don't like my dinner to talk back."

Fenrir would rather not have her think of him as a threat - she might warn others she meets.

[pi_wakawaka]

"What's your iwi?"

[likessoftskin]

Fenrir's expression clearly says What?

[pi_wakawaka]

"Your tribe or clan, must have one, all the shifters I know are proud of theirs."

[likessoftskin]

Fenrir's thoughts about werewolves aren't terribly sophisticated - there's 'his' and then there's 'not-his'.

"My wolves are twenty-eight strong, all across Europe," he boasts. "And, oh, does the world know of us," he murmurs fondly, beginning to get lost in memories.

[pi_wakawaka]

"What do they know of you?"

[likessoftskin]

"That we can change the world."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Always dangerous trying to change the world. Better to just give folks bit of light."