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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2016 15:00:02 GMT
Graham had never wandered the streets of Knockturn willingly. It was a place for low life, criminals and dark creatures. Men of class like him avoided such places. However he no longer was that man. Now he resembled the looks of a low class and he was a dark creature. Seeing his own reflection in the windows made him frown. With scars like this he could pretend all he wanted but anyone who studied past their third year would be able to tell where those scars came from. It was useless, what idiot wanted to hire a werewolf? Surely he wouldn't. Not only did he hate werewolves (even or rather especially after being attacked by one) but werewolves were also less efficient. Graham knew he was more exhausted and stressed ever since he was turned. He never felt well the week before the full moon and the days after were needed for recovery. So why in Merlin's name would someone hire a werewolf if they could hire a human. All his years of experience, the respected jobs he did were worth nothing anymore. If those things really outweighed the fact that he was a werewolf, he would still work at the Ministry. It was better to keep a low profile. Remaining Death Eaters were still looking for him. He didn't know how far the Order knew about his former affiliation with the Death Eaters but Graham was wary of any party. He may have betrayed the Dark Lord (twice) but that didn't take away the terrible things he had done. The graying-blonde haired man sighed. He was fretting again and talking himself down. Instead of lingering in the past he should start taking movements to fulfill his promises to Catherine. First: finding a job. Graham gazed at the dubious looking shops. Urgh he really couldn't see himself working in a shop. He didn't want to deal with people who'd only give him a headache. The man sighed and decided to give up, another day was wasted. He pulled the collar of his coat up to hide his face as well as he could. Graham also lowered the hat he was wearing so it'd form a shadow over his eyes. One would say he was way too heaving clothed for this weather. However Graham never went out without his protection. He was still ashamed of all the scars he bore. His sight limited and his gaze on the pavement, he didn't notice he was running into someone. When he felt the impact his first best guess was that he was being hit by a pushing spell. Out of immediate reaction he pulled his wand and pointed it in front of him. The movement caused his hat to fall off. Graham was battle ready, his heart was pounding in his chest. After a good few second his brain finally progressed what his eyes saw. clothes |
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Post by Corey King on Jul 12, 2016 19:43:02 GMT
Corey stood out like a stubby, sore thumb among the sparse crowds of Knockturn Alley. It wasn't just the Muggle clothing, light colored button down and trousers standing bright against dark masses of robes and heavier, concealing clothing - it was also very much the curious, if slightly perturbed, look on his face. Corey was simultaneously both fascinated and disgusted with the sights and sounds (not so much the smells, those were just plain disgusting) of the Alley. He'd visited the space less than a handful of times in his life, mostly just a quick in and out as a dare in his younger years. Looking all around as he was, distracted as a gnat, he was inadvertently making himself a very easy target for the eyes watching him from scrubby windows and dark alleys. And while Corey could transfigure a git into a groundhog in less than the blink of an eye, he wasn't exactly the world's best duelist.
But, his husband needed bones. And as a faithful husband himself, he would fetch said bones for D'Angelo, even if it meant getting mugged (hopefully, nothing worse) in Knockturn Alley. Not surprising to anyone, Knockturn was one of the only places a person could buy bones these days. His husband promised him it was for an art installation and not any sort of Dark magic and that was good enough for Corey, and so he now found himself toting a sack of bones down Knockturn and back toward Diagon Alley. As he walked, he found himself intensely distracted by a shining, flashy sign across the way - did that say 'tattoos'?? Intrigued, Corey veered off path without looking where he was going at all - and promptly ran smack dab into another Knockturn dweller. His bag of bones went flying, but Corey managed to stay upright (being so close to the ground did have its advantages), causing him to grin with pride as he turned to apologize to whomever he'd bumped. The wand he found suddenly pointing in his face didn't give him anywhere near as a warm, fuzzy feeling.
"I'm very sorry," he spoke, voice surprisingly deep for his short stature. He put one hand out in front of him and the other to rest on the pocket that held his wand. "Please. I meant no harm." He eyed the man, once possibly handsome but now terribly scarred, hesitantly. Corey could pretend to have all the confidence in the world but it was sucked right out of him with a wand in his face.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 21:15:48 GMT
These streets made Graham paranoid, they held nothing but bad memories. Once a man of upper class he felt disgusted by his surroundings even if he now could fit in just well. A werewolf now living from day to day because he allowed his wife to kick him out of his family home and live of his hard earned money.
Graham examined the person who bumped into him. In his eyes everyone was an enemy in disguise until they prove to be different. Bones flew around from the unknown man’s bag. “That’s messed up,” he hissed as he eyes the bones, still keeping his wand pointed at the other man. The werewolf scoffed when the stranger claimed he meant no harm. “That’s rich coming from a man carrying around human and animal remains.” He’d seen bones used before for potions and dark arts. Was this one involved with the Death Eaters? He’d never seen him before but there was such thing as disguises. Graham waved his wand, casting an anti-magic charm towards the stranger. Any form of disguise should fall. Nothing changed.
“Who sent you?” Was this one of the snatchers? Graham approached to check for scars but he couldn’t see or smell anything wolf like. “Hmmm….” The blonde werewolf growled and lowered his wand. “Get lost.”
He passed the man by, calling things safe for now. He walked a few steps before he suddenly lost his balance, Graham just managed to grab himself onto a street light. He blinked and blue eyes searched for a point of focus but failed. His head was foggy and he felt cold despite it being summer and him being over dressed. When was the last time he’d eaten anything? “Fuck...” The world started spinning but Graham couldn’t allow himself to faint. Still holding onto the street lamp, leaning against it, he turned to the man he bumped into before. “You bone-man, buy me some food. I’ll pay you back later.” Despite looking like a working class man who seemed borderline broke, Graham still had access to the great fortune he once made (and herited) . He’d have to write Ashley to send something over but he was an honest man who paid his debts.
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Post by Corey King on Jul 19, 2016 3:57:20 GMT
The man with the wand seemed quite disturbed by Corey's bag of bones - understandable, really, but that didn't help Corey's chances any of getting that wand out of his face. If he'd been the one to run into a bloke with a bag of bones, he'd be hesitant to trust anything said bloke said either, most like. Corey tried to make his face as open and gentle as possible, sporting an easy smile despite the slight trembling in his fingers. "They're...for art. I know, that's still really weird. If it makes you feel any better, they're not for me. I'm just the delivery boy." Corey wasn't really interested in telling his whole life story, every detail up until this very moment, to this stranger...but if that's what it took to get that wand lowered...
The wand was not lowered; instead, it was waved. Corey flinched, preparing for the worst...but felt nothing. He blinked at the other man, deciding not to whip out his own wand which was halfway out of his pocket at this point. The man didn't really seem like he wanted to hurt Corey, exactly. Confuse him, maybe, because Corey found his question very confusing. "Sent me?" He cocked his head at the man. "What do you mean? I mean, my husband sent me after the bones, if you must know..." Corey stiffened and straightened up as the man got closer, hoping to the gods that the fact he was a married man, a family man, might resonate with this stranger - because there was certainly nothing intimidating about his straightening up.
The man's gruff response surprised Corey - but at least the wand was gone. Corey released a sigh of relief. He would gladly get lost. "Alright, mate. Er...sorry again." With that, Corey began to gather his spilled bones, face contorted in a disgusted look at actually having to touch them. A noise behind him startled him, and he shot up, looking around to find the stranger with the wand holding onto a street lamp for dear life. Corey felt immediate conflict in his chest at the sight. This man was obviously weak, possibly hurt...but he was also rather aggressive and quick to draw his wand. "Are you alright?" He asked hesitantly, and then the man was requesting he buy him some food. Corey's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Aggressive and demanding. He sort of admired the boldness. After looking over the man a moment - he really was in a poor state - Corey sighed again and approached him, holding an arm out to him for support. Darn that incredible soft spot in his heart for the less fortunate. "Right, sure. Is there any place to get...food around here?" Corey looked around the Alley with some concern, hoping the food in Knockturn was better than the general wares.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2016 2:48:02 GMT
Art? Graham didn't buy that especially not with that hesitant tone the man seemed to have. The werewolf rose his eyebrow in a skeptical way. But seeing the look in the eyes of the man Graham did feel a bit of remorse. He believed the delivery boy part as this person seemed too good to be in a place like this. He only wondered if the man knew what he was doing or believed everything said to him. But he wasn't too quick to judge someone's character. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully when the man told him he was sent by his husband. Combined with the none effective charm Graham had concluded that this very person was no Death Eater. However this man's husband could still be even if the poor lad himself didn't know. He thought of Catherine who was neutral in the war but still did things because he asked her. Graham wondered if she'd gotten in situations like this before, her being in the position of the man he was questioning now. However Catherine did know that she married a Death Eater from a blood purist family, she only decided to pretend she didn't know. Still the man being related to a Death Eater held no direct thread for Graham or his family so he let it slip.
Graham cursed under his breath, he hated having to give in to his body's limits. However seeing his injuries of the last full moon hadn't completely healed yet (damn werewolf wounds) and he couldn't even remember the last time he ate, Graham didn't have much of a choice. The bone-man was coming over. Good because Graham wasn't going to beg. Despite dropping down in society he still had the mentality and pride of an upper class member. "As alright as it can get, Mr. Bones," he groaned sarcastically but not mocking. Graham frowned when he was looked over, he really hated it when people took pity on him. But he knew to swallow his pride this one time. "Spare your pity for those who deserve it." Or maybe not. Graham knew he deserved to suffer for the things he had done. It was just bugging him that his family had to suffer too. He did take the man's arm even if his face betrayed that he'd rather not. "I wouldn't know, I always tried to avoid a stinky place like this. Let's just pick the first sign with food on it and hope they don't feed us anything too disguising." This was how far his faith in people went.
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Post by Corey King on Jul 25, 2016 1:08:35 GMT
The other man did not seem at all to trust Corey; but he was rather quick to ask for his help once he needed something from him. Maybe in a different situation Corey would have taken offense to this, but the little lingering fear over where he was combined with the poor looking state of the other man urged him to tamp down his stubbornness and hotheadedness for once. He couldn't let this bloke just die in the streets (he just about looked like he could drop right here, right now), and Corey almost felt there might be more trouble for him over not helping him out. So, dinner it was.
Admittedly, being called Mr. Bones gave Corey a good chuckle, a relieved chuckle. He didn't think bad guys liked to make jokes, really. And maybe being 'Mr. Bones' to this gentleman was Corey's advantage in this situation - as unsure as he was of the other man, surely Corey and his bag of bones made the other man just as uneasy. Corey thought he could make it through one meal being thought of as a bone-collecting creep if it meant keeping his life and welfare intact.
The man was not happy with the way Corey showed his concern, and Corey had to pull his lips into a tight line to avoid spitting something back at him. He was just trying to help, the ungrateful-- Corey took a deep, calming breath. If the man was in such a poor state, he was probably tired. Exhausted. Confused. Maybe even hurt. Corey couldn't possibly expect him to be a gentleman of the court in such a state. "I'm not pitying you," he reassured the man firmly. "I'm trying to see if you're hurt. Do you need a Healer?"
That could all be discussed over dinner, though. Above all else, the man obviously needed some food. Corey tried very hard to ignore the face the man made when taking his arm - Corey should be the one making the face, having to touch him, but that was beside the point - looking at the shop signs instead. The man had no suggestions, just advice. Corey did make a disgusted face then, unable to help it at the thought of what some of these places might serve them.
Down a ways on the corner, Corey spotted what looked to be a soup bowl on an old wooden sign hanging above an old wooden door. He pointed at it, looking back at his companion. "There? Is that too far for you to walk?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 16:27:36 GMT
Graham blinked when he heard the man chuckle. Through the years he had lost his capability of being used to humor or seeing it somewhere. While he always had been the serious type he used to enjoy comedy once in a while. Now he turned blind for it. At least the weird man seemed relieved and not like an enemy. Unless this Mr. Bones was the best actor Graham had come across yet. Usually he saw through people and he started to conclude there wasn't much much to this man than what he saw right now. The tensity had dropped a little so that was only good.
The werewolf grumbled and shrugged when the other male reassured him that he was not pitying him. The man was rather unlucky to meet Graham in his current state. Even when he was never a man of the people he usually was more kind and polite. Now he was moody and lost. "I can't go to Mungo's," he mumbled and checked his half healed wounds. "I'll live." Graham only went to Mungo's when he was borderline dying. One could not take away the trauma he held to that place. He was still wary of the healers there.
He narrowed his eyes to catch a glimpse of the wooden board hanging above a door. Perhaps when he got his life back on track and his wife accepted his return, he should get his eyes measured. Graham wasn't sure if it was age playing up or the wolf that had damaged his eyes one full moon. "It'll do," he said with a shrug. Soup was hardly something that could be ruined. As long as he didn't find human remains in his meal, he was happy enough. "One way to find out." Graham started to walk, this time more coordinated and careful. He didn't want to fall through his knees again. He stumbled a few times but somehow managed to make it by walking slow.
Graham signed the man to wait at the door. He took his wand, wanting to secure their safety first. May Death Eaters be present in this place, they should disapparate as soon as possible.
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Post by Corey King on Jul 27, 2016 2:22:18 GMT
'I'll live' was not the answer Corey wanted to hear. He wanted to hear, maybe, 'I'm fine' or 'I'm not hurt'...a simple 'no' would have sufficed, really, so he could have one less thing to worry about over this poor creature. The man was hurt, he basically confirmed, but he couldn't (or just wouldn't, Corey assumed) go to the hospital. Corey stared him down for some moments, knitting his eyebrows together. All the man was asking for was food, not medical attention. Maybe if he got something in his belly, he'd start doing better. Finally, Corey sighed and said, "Alright then. Have you at least got somewhere to go, after this? People to go to, family?" If the man was homeless - likely, given his looks - well...that was a whole other can of worms. They'd get to it when they got to it.
The man seemed satisfied with Corey's choice of restaurant (could one really call it a restaurant?), at least, so off they went - slowly, but surely. Corey helped the man all the way to the door, where he was promptly stopped as the bloke pulled his wand again. Corey side-eyed him hesitantly. "What are you doing now? We've not got to rob the place, you know. I've got money." He grinned, but he was only half-joking, just in case the man had any ideas. Desperate men did desperate things.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 14:19:21 GMT
Graham adjusted his collar and tried to neaten up his clothes for as far as they were able to be saved. The man was staring at him once again. Apparently Mr. Bones had a fortunate life or he wouldn't have been so easy to talk to a man who looked like a total mess. The blonde werewolf couldn't right away find an answer to the question he was asked. His hand reached for his chest pocket and held a pocket watch. Inside was a picture of a little Ashley and Kalli. "Things are... complicated. I'm working on it." His wife wouldn't take him back until he'd lived up to the promises he made. He still hadn't gotten any of the four down. He was still without a job, didn't master the wolfsbane potion, his reputation was still shit (people even believed he was dead) and there were still people out there who'd try to harm him and his family. So he didn't think he was welcome any time soon. But he'd do his best for the sake of his little girls who no longer were that little anymore. A part of him had lost hope for his relationship with Catherine, she seemed disgusted with him and hesitant to touch him ever since he got bitten. But he tried to ignore those memories.
Arriving at the food place he was ready to go in for full examination when Mr. Bones held him up. Graham turned to face the man. His face betrayed how offended he was by the comment. "What?! I'm just securing our safety. One can't be careful enough in this horrid place." Graham had enemies everywhere and he wasn't in the state to fight and protect the man who was going to buy him food. "Do I look like a bloody thief?" Just then he was faced by his own reflection in the window and his expression was filled with self disgust. There was nothing left of the successful and proud man he once was. Graham turned away, not being able to look at himself for much longer. "I'll take that back," he grumbled and ran a hand through his hair. He felt filthy and unlike himself.
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Post by Corey King on Jul 28, 2016 15:18:25 GMT
At this point, Corey honestly couldn't tell if he was really asking these questions out of the kindness of his heart, or if he was just being nosy. He really did want to help the man, and would, but couldn't deny that the longer he stood here looking at him, the more intriguing he became. How did one end up in this place, in that state? Corey was never really one to mind his own business, and his intentions in that were as selfish as they were helpful. A meal in exchange for a story - it wouldn't be the first time for him.
The man, though, didn't seem interested in telling any stories, or even answering any questions. His answers very frustratingly vague, and not just because Corey didn't know what to do with him after this. Food was all well and good but he couldn't just go back and live out on the streets afterward. Somehow that felt even more cruel than just leaving him to starve. "Right," Corey sighed, running a hand through his fussy hair. "You don't want to share, I get it. I'm just saying I don't think this is the safest place for you to be, in your state." He shrugged, letting the man do with that what he would. He obviously had no problem asking for things, so Corey didn't feel the need to offer anything - except maybe a little advice.
Obviously the man needed no informing that this place was unsafe, though. Corey's half-joke went off terribly, offending the man. He was just making sure the place was safe. Corey let out a breathy chuckle, waving a hand in front of him in a surrender pose. "I'm sorry, that was pretty rude of me. I was just joking." The man questioned if he looked like a thief, but apparently thought well enough on his own that he did. Corey shook his head, saying, "You just look like a man down on your luck." He glanced inside the shop, and then back to his companion of the hour. "So, er...is it safe?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 16:03:34 GMT
"If you want stories, read a book. It's weird to go share life stories with strangers. Who knows what they might do with that information. It's nothing personal, just my way of doing things. Kept me alive these years." Death Eaters and Snatchers would be willing to pay quite some coin if someone could give them information which lead to Graham Avery, the traitor. Even the news of him being alive would start a hunt. Which was why he tried to keep a low profile for the time being. A part of him felt bad for treating this kind man so poorly. Graham was in a horrible mood today the man was actually pretty lucky. It wouldn't be the first time someone pissed him off and got a curse or jinx thrown at. Even if he was paranoid as could be, seeing enemies in his own reflection and shadow he knew this man was kind of heart and only trying to help. However Graham was stubborn and terrible at accepting help. Pride could be a very negative thing sometimes. Perhaps it would come later when he felt a little better and more at ease. Right now he was just a hungry hurt animal in an unfamiliar environment. "If I want a safe place I should leave the country. Bad guys don't always hide in dark corners. They could be anyone." Being an infiltrator in the ministry once himself pretty much confirmed that. The healers that kidnapped him from Mungo's didn't look like bad guys either. "But I won't as I have people I care for."
The werewolf shrugged knowing he was too blame himself for not being able to take a joke. Graham had become so serious over the years. He let the man off. Down his luck? Graham wasn't sure if he was here because of bad luck or because he hadn't played the game right. Had he made a mistake which they figured out or was it dumb luck. Anyways he was here and he had to live with it. Taking his wand he opened the door and exterminated it. "100% safe is never the case," he concluded. "But the odds seem to be with us."
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Post by Corey King on Aug 1, 2016 18:19:47 GMT
"I don't need your life story, mate," Corey shook his head. Showing his curiosity was not going to work out for him, this man obviously had some secrets he wasn't going to share, so Corey tried to shake it off completely; like he didn't have a care in the world, even though the curiosity was still burning through him. "If you want me to be blunt, I'm just trying to make sure you're not going to die after I leave you. I'd feel pretty guilty." He shrugged. Maybe that would work.
Maybe it would work for the other man, but it certainly didn't work for Corey - the other man continued to speak and Corey couldn't help but ask questions. One couldn't just talk about 'bad guys' and leaving the country without questions being asked, right? "Are you a bad guy?" He asked with a tilt of his head, before he could stop himself. Corey slapped his hand over his mouth immediately afterward. "Sorry. Don't answer that. It doesn't matter." It did matter to Corey the Gryffindor who had lots of strong opinions on right and wrong, but something else the man said stuck with him. He had people he cared for. Even more than a bold and brash Gryffindor, Corey was a family man. "I'm sure those people would want you safe, too."
Moving on from his missteps, Corey watched at the man's shoulder as he checked the place out for safety. Not a hundred percent...but Corey didn't really need a full guarantee for his safety, anyway. What kind of Gryffindor would he be if he did? He smiled lightly at the man, the expression taking on a hint of a grimace as he stepped over the threshold into the shop. It didn't smell too terrible, but he was bracing himself for the worst. "Let's hope the odds are with our stomachs, at least. Shall we?" He waved an arm and waited for the man to come inside with him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 1:36:02 GMT
Graham blinked at the sudden boldness. But at least the problem was solved for now. It was however very likely that he would talk once he got a bit more comfortable. Having some food in his stomach and a moment to sit and rest would help a lot. Mr. Bones decided to say things bluntly which helped the hungry werewolf (thinking was rather hard). Actually the words made him grin the tiniest bit in irony. How many people would love it if he dropped dead. That'd satisfy the Death Eaters. But on the other hand they'd prefer to kill him themselves. "You're kind to me but don't feel guilty. But I told you I'll live. Trust me; I survived through worse situations than this." If he really was dying, he'd call on Ashley his niece who worked in Mungo's.
"Huh?" Graham was actually caught of guard at the next unexpected question. Mostly because he had no answer himself. His mind was lost in thought and this was able to be read of his face. Was he a bad guy? Well he didn't consider himself to be one. Although nobody did. And he technically was a Death Eater once due to the influence of his parents who were among the very first section. But once he got older and started to think for himself he noticed that things didn't feel right. After all he betrayed the Dark Lord and spilled information to the Order which eventually helped leading to his downfall. But did that make him a good guy? Sure he saved some lives but he was also responsible for the Death of many even if he wasn't in control at that point or aware of the consequences of his actions. He gazed up when the other man apologized and spoke again. "No, I think it does matter," he mumbled and ran a hand through his long hair. Why was he even trying to explain himself? To bring the man at ease? "But to be honest, I don't know anymore. The word selfish applies me better than good or bad. My alliance is with my family, not with a leading man or organisation." Despite being a Death Eater once his number one loyalty was his family. He joined the Death Eaters because of his parents and brother, they all were Death Eaters before him. But he also left once he noticed it only tore the Avery family apart. He never cared for the war itself he only fought for a better place for his loved ones. He nodded slowly and actually smiled at the thought of his family, it gave him strength. "I can't die on my little girls, how will I protect them if I'm not there?" Technically was Ashley already an adult but she'd always remain a child in his eyes.
He watched the other man enter the expression didn't promise a high class meal. Anything would taste good to him at this point so Graham followed. "Just stay alert for robbers, I don't trust this neighborhood." Once they were settled, he still looked around, his wand ready at any moment.
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Post by Corey King on Aug 5, 2016 19:20:52 GMT
The tiniest of grins appeared on the other man's face; it was minuscule, to be sure, but it relaxed Corey considerably. He was showing he was capable of some other emotion than gruff, which was evidence enough to Corey that he was in fact human and not some complex Knockturn trick. Corey's own grin in response was of a different nature, though. "You know, in my experience, when people say that they've already got one foot beyond the veil." He said it casually, as if their conversation were about the weather and not death. He shrugged, too, to show that he was dropping it in acquiesce of this man's desire, and not because Corey felt any better about it. Maybe after the food he'd bring it up again, if the bloke didn't look any better by then.
Corey had bigger things to worry about in the meantime, like if he'd just mortally offended this guy who might be bad, by suggesting as such. The man seemed more confused than anything, though, and while his answer didn't exactly make Corey feel any better, there was the family thing again. Corey was called selfish too sometimes, for that exact reason. He demanded the best for his husband and his kids (his brothers and his parents, too), because they deserved the best, and wasn't above getting an attitude to get it. "I can respect that," Corey said with a nod. "I'd do anything for my family, too. Maybe even if it made me a supposed bad guy." Corey's heart absolutely melted at the way the man smiled when he said something about his little girls. Yep, he'd won Corey over. He could go raving mad lunatic at this point and Corey might just still like him because of that he'd just said. "Exactly." Corey pointed his finger at the man. "And don't you ever forget that. Take care of yourself, for them." The emotion in his voice Corey could not help. This man probably did not appreciate being told things he already knew, but to Corey, it was important they continued to be known.
Into the restaurant they went. None of the tables looked particularly tantalizing, so the pair of them settled quickly at the nearest one. Corey nodded at the man's warning, laying his own wand on the tabletop. As he waited for them to be served - did this place even have waiters? - he eyed his companion once more. "I'm Corey, by the way. I, er, don't suppose you have to tell me your name, if you don't want to."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 19:11:28 GMT
Graham pocketed his hands and leaned on his heels. The man spoke casually so he could only reply in the same manner. “Perhaps that’s true. But even if that’s the case it means I’m still standing strong on one foot.” Or rather again standing strong on one foot. He died once. Well not literally but he was taken, tortured and broken. He had no sense of time those days. And even the days after didn’t seem to really happen. Just when he was getting strength back he knew that what they did was to break his mind so they’d be able to put him under the imperius curse. And he had been for some months even when he did was aware it was going on. It took rebuild of mental strength and the help of someone to snap out of it. He was reborn, he got a second chance to live as a person and not as a mind slave. He was still not fully back to life but he’d come far.
At this point Graham was sure he said things wrongly. He didn’t deny being a bad guy but he didn’t confirm it either. He saw himself as a good person who did some pretty horrible things. The man’s reaction wasn’t as bad as he expected. This saved a trip to Azkaban because he knew if they simply put the fact that he was a werewolf next to the fact that his brother and nephew were known Death Eaters, a happy outsight wasn’t really a possibility. Although he was pretty sure werewolves were killed instead of thrown in Azkaban. But as long as he didn’t have to think about this he’d rather not. Even if he just did. Somehow it put him to ease when the man told him he would do anything for his family. The oddly friendly man gained his respect that instance. “I believe as long as your intentions are good you can’t be condemned as a bad guy.” Then he shrugged. “But what are my believes worth?”
Then the strange man put up an act which caused the werewolf to blink. This man was very unlike most people he ran into the past years. “Uh.. Yeah yeah.” He waved his hands before scratching the back of his head. For some reason he felt slightly embarrassed even if he couldn’t explain why. It was most likely not real embarrassment but just him being unable to cope with the fact that a random stranger showed more support than his wife whom he was married to since he was eighteen.
Anyways they were in the pub and it was taking far too long for his liking before someone came. “Do they even serve at tables?” Hell no that he was going to walk to the counter. He was glad he finally sat. If he wasn’t going to pass out for hunger he’d pass out from exhaustion. A good night rest was hard to come by if you didn’t even trust your own shadow and had to sleep in places you didn’t know. With his often used intimidation gaze, he glared at the bartender who was casually cleaning glasses. The bartender seemed to jump up and started scrambling for his note pad. Once it was clear someone would be heading their way, Graham returned his attention to the man sitting across of him. “Sorry you were saying? Ah yeah names...” So this guy’s name was Corey. Great now he had a name and no longer was Mr. Bones. Graham felt a bit bad that he was still considering erasing the man’s thoughts of today if they were done. Things were always harder when they had names and families. “Graham,” he mumbled almost inaudible so nobody but Corney could hear him.
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