With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Dio liked to get away from the castle whenever he could. The forest was where he found more one with nature. He could find interesting stuff to observe and make things from. Lately his uncle had been teaching him how to make wands and Dio wanted to make a working one someday. Seeing the fallen animals slowly decay more every day he got here was also fascinating. People said he was pessimistic and hated life but that was untrue. Dio simply was against the way society hid the truth. People were cowering behind their laws and rules to suppress that they feared. In the end the only laws that mattered were the laws of nature. At least to the Slytherin.
He often came here to clear his mind whenever teachers were spreading their hypocritical words. Now and then he saw other students who like him just wanted a smoke outside the castle. Now fate would have him run into a Gryffindor. One of the people who seriously freaked out during defense. Why? Dio wondered, because she had always struck him as a strong person. The Slytherin was watching her down from the tree he had climbed. Seeing her fumble with a pack of cigarettes, he could hear her sigh when it appeared empty. “Out of luck, Clearwater?” Dio called from above.
Note: I hope it was okay what I said, can change it
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Apr 24, 2019 13:49:19 GMT
It may have been the afternoon, literally hours since Aggy's stupid fucking Boggart appeared in front of the classroom, but she was still shaken. She'd progressed from being frozen in fear to being sick to her stomach to being angry at herself for being so weak. Why couldn't she tell him to go screw himself? He deserved it. Deserved to a lot of things like being held at wandpoint by her. But yet... she was powerless at the sight of him, and she hated it.
Storming into the forest, the tiny Scottish girl fumbled in her bag for her packet of cigarettes only to fish them out and find they were empty... goddamn it. Sighing, Aggy shoved them back into her bag and resolved to stew in her own annoyance when suddenly a voice startled her. But... she didn't show it. Nobody else was getting a leg up on her. "No, Greyback. Don't be silly, I'm the luckiest girl in the whole wild world. That's why my life is so swell! I'm practically my own lucky charm," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm as she ran a hand over her face. "What are you doing here? Looking for bodies of your victims past?"
Dio turned,leaning half out of the tree like the Cheshire cat. His lips curled in a smirk, watching the redhead below. When she noticed him, he took another drag of his cigarette. It seemed the boggart hadn’t kicked out the last bit of her spice, good. “I see. Well I was going to offer you one. But it seems a lucky girl doesn’t need a lucky strike,” he said flashing his pack from above.
The blonde shrugged at her question and flicked a bit of ash down. “I might have if I hadn’t promised my uncle to behave for the time being,” he said, obviously bored now he couldn’t cause trouble. “Might go deeper in the forest to find some interesting stuff. Uncle told me unicorns are more likely to shed their horn in this season. I want to see if I can find one,” he said, seeing no reason to lie. He clicked his tongue, wanting to ask her about her boggart but it seemed too soon.
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Apr 27, 2019 9:06:03 GMT
"What a charitable soul," Aggy muttered, eyes rolling. Truth was, a cigarette would have been nice, something to take the edge off the way she wanted to scream and shout and cry. "You need your own comedy festival too, it seems. You're the next Jimmy Carr. Hilarious."
As Dio flicked ash down towards the ground, it only just missed Aggy's shoulder. Immediately, her eyes narrowed and the girl smiled up sweetly at him. "Careful, Greyback. You get any ash on me, you might suddenly find your cigarette put out with your arse when I shove the damn thing up there." A bit violent, yes, but at least she made her point.
"Unicorn horn, huh? You planning on poisoning someone then being charitable again by offering up the antidote?" Aggy asked, brows raised as the boy raised the prospect of finding a unicorn horn further into the woods.
Dio grinned mischievously, purring like a cat as he licked his lips. “Hm? Surprised? I can be nice when I want to,” he mused and jumped down from the tree. Landing next to her, he noticed how short she was up close. Well she had an attitude to make up for it, he supposed. Then he rose an eyebrow at her. “Who is Jimmy fooking Carr?” Were they strange muggle famous people? He couldn't care less. His cigarette was almost finished. Shrugging he passed it to Clearwater. “Wanna finish it?”
Now this one was cute when she was pissed. He leaned into her to blow out his last bit of smoke. “No you wouldn't. My ass cheeks are too powerful.” With that said he simply shrugged it off. If she wanted to threaten him she had to try a little harder.
Dio shook his head at her question. “Not really but that doesn't sound half bad. Maybe after laying down for a while I'll do just that. Thanks Clearwater,” he winked at her, patting her shoulder. Perhaps she could be useful to keep an eye on. “Nah I was hoping I might be able to use it myself.” Should he tell her? Why not? What did he have to lose?
He fumbled his jacket and took out a wand he crafted. “It's not as great as those my uncle makes but I'm getting there,” he shrugged. The Slytherin scratched his neck, feeling actually a bit flustered sharing this. Why was he doing it? He quickly took it back. “Yeah. So eh.. I'd like to practice with cores. I've never used one. So they've all been unstable…”
Yeah okay this is where he should zip it. “So what was with that boggart?” AGNES CLEARWATER,
5'11 | dangerous outside soft inside | single | hetroflexible
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Apr 29, 2019 11:00:09 GMT
At Dio licking his lips, Aggy's eyebrows arched. Was that meant to be his form of seduction or something? How... effective. "Yes. Please. Keep looking at me like you're Hannibal the Cannibal, about to enjoy his next meal. It really turns me on," Aggy deadpanned. When Dio offered her what was left o his cigarette, immediately Aggy reached out to take it before raising it to her lips, breathing in the smoke before exhaling. Thank Merlin. She needed that. "Jimmy Carr's obviously a really grand football player... you know. Since football players have their own comedy festival and everything."
"Oh, so you're transformed into a statue, have you? With buns of steel. Maybe you ought to go stand with Boris the Bewildered when we get back to Hogwarts," Aggy said dryly, eyes rolling once more as she looked up at Dio. He may have been taller than her but she wasn't intimidated, not one iota.
"Such a hero. Poisoning people, then rescuing them. Are you sure you haven't got any Gryffindor in you, Greyback?" It was weak, and Aggy was about to tack on something more and then he touched her shoulder. Immediately, an expression as though she had just been slapped crossed her face and she took a step back as though his hand had burned her. She didn't like being touched especially by people she didn't know or trust. It was just... one of those things. She didn't say anything about it though, hoping that he'd get the hint.
When Dio produced something from his jacket, she wasn't quite sure what she was looking at until he explained... a wand he'd made? And for some reason, he looked almost embarrassed showing her. Although a sarcastic comment was on the tip of her tongue, she held it back. "I suppose filching a unicorn horn is better than going to kill unicorns," she settled for muttering. "What cores have you tried so far?"
Immediately, Dio's next question had her jaw clenching. She didn't want to be reminded of that shit, nor did she want to talk about it with a guy who she barely even knew. Sarcasm was always a good deflection, right? "It was the g-guy w-who... w-was at my f-fifth bir-birthday party." Fuck, she was stuttering. Why did it always have to come back when she felt stressed? Not wanting to show that she was weak or that she'd let this stupid stutter embarrass her, she pushed on. "H-he turned i-into a cl-clown. Real tr-traumatising sh-shit, right?"
“No I’m no cannibal. But I promise I’ll give you the gift of the moon once I am worthy. You’ll make a good warrior,” he told her as if it was an act of kindness to make someone a werewolf. Dio sincerely believed it to be so. And he’d somewhat admired Aggy in his own little weird way. She was clever and cleverness was a good value to have if one were to survive. “Each their thing, I’ve heard of worse fetishes,” the blonde shrugged, he didn’t really want to go there.
Now he was done with his cigarette, it was time for his favorite strawberry flavored gum. Dio popped a pink ball into his mouth and started chewing it. “Well if you say so,” he shrugged no idea what she was talking about. “I’m no expert on muggle shit.” He wasn’t really interested in the mundane world. Sometimes he barely cared for the magic one. Why should he bother for one that was even more close minded? “Ooh? Will you come and gaze upon me when I stand there?” His lips curled up in a smirk and his eyebrows wiggled. Was he flirting? Perhaps. Dio saw no shame in flirting with an attractive girl. He popped a large pink bubble before chewing it again.
“Hey you thought of it first, it wasn’t me,” he shrugged when she accused him of things. It were her ideas not his so in a way she might be as crooked as he was. Perhaps he overstayed his welcome. Dio quickly pulled his hand back when he started picking up signs of discomfort. His eyebrows narrowed and he gave her a look. However he decided not to comment upon what he just noticed.
For some reason, Dio felt a little nervous showing what he made. He’d never showed anyone except his uncle. Well and his mother but she wasn’t supportive. Instead she had snapped the very first wand he’d showed her in half. He should leave the crafting to weaklings like his uncle, she told him. “Why would I kill something so beautiful for no reason? Yes I’d kill to survive, to eat that’s just the way things go in the wild. But killing an unicorn curses your soul,” he told her, warning her may she ever consider hunting a unicorn. He bit the inside of his cheek. “Uh.. None yet… They’re expensive and hard to get. This will be my first,” he said almost a little shy.
Suddenly there was a change in the Gryffindor. He’d never heard her stutter before. “Bull, it’d have been a clown shape had that been true,” he noted. Obviously he knew his shit. His blue eyes stared down hers for a moment before he spoke again. “You don’t have to tell me.” For now he’d leave it at that. “My mum always tells me to face and defeat my fears so I can become stronger. I eh… I think you have potential for greatness. If you ever feel like- you know… Never mind. bubblegum?” The Slytherin held out the pack of pink candy.
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on May 3, 2019 14:19:15 GMT
"The gift of the moon - wow, how lucky am I. Most people give flowers or chocolates but here you are, exclaiming you're going to give me an astronomical body instead. Wondeful. What I've always wanted," Aggy said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. She wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what he meant with a surname like Greyback, but she had no interest into being turned into a bloody wolf kid. But still, she was curious. "What makes one worthy to turn into a big bad wolf then? Wait. Don't tell me - you have to start growing hair on your chest, right? To show that you're getting ready for the full body hair suit."
"Yes. What an excellent use of my time, coming to stare at something made of steel that won't do anything but stand there. I can't think of anything more fun except maybe a good ol' lobotomy," Aggy said, eyes rolling back in her head especially as he popped his gum like a first year. She'd never understood the appeal of gum and nodding towards his gum, she smirked. "Hope you don't swallow, Greyback. Else that gum'll stay stuck in your stomach for years." Or at least, according to her parents it would. It sounded like a crock of shhit to her.
Dio telling her that he wouldn't ever kill a unicorn made Aggy pause. For some reason, she'd thought him and his twisted little mind would say yes without hesitation. But instead, he surprised her. "'Spose there's no Leaky Cauldron in the middle of the woods," she said, snorting in amusement. There wasn't a lot of things out there, which was exactly why nature and her didn't mesh. "Some people use thestral hair, I've heard. But I guess it all depends if you can see them to actually use the hair." As much shit as she'd been through, she hadn't witnessed a murder yet... thank Merlin. She hoped she never had to.
There Dio went, calling her out on her shit and staring her down. But Aggy, despite being embarrassed and angry and upset about her Boggart and the fact her stutter had come out in full-force, didn't back down. In fact, her chin tilted up defiantly and her shoulders squared even further. "You didn't fight off your boggart either, Greyback. Guess that advice didn't work on you too well," she pointed out logically, but then he told her that she didn't have to share and she relaxed a little, taking a step back. "If I ever feel like what?"
Dio crossed his arms and rose an eyebrow at the redhead. He was disappointed but not surprised when he heard her response. “People fail to see the beauty and strength because of fear. There is no stronger and intimate bound than that of a pack of wolves. Where humans are selfish creatures, wolves look after one another,” he said but ended up sighing and shaking his head. “I’m sorry why am I even trying. Everyone in this bloody school is brainwashed beyond saving.” At this point he was mumbling to himself, before he decided to pick up on the conversation. “But flowers and chocolate? Hm… Pretty classic gifts indeed. Flowers that show that life is beautiful but short as they die within a week after given. Chocolate is tasty but doesn’t ring anything memorable if you ask me. I wonder though… Are you the type for flowers and chocolate?” Dio asked her in curiosity. Neither were gifts he’d give. Though there were some flowers he might consider interesting enough.
She was definitely making fun of him but it was nothing he wasn’t used to. When he was younger he could get mad when he wasn’t taken seriously. Now he just had to wait till one day he’d prove them all he was right all along. That was what made him a Slytherin instead of a Gryffindor. He still rolled his eyes. “Yes the chest hair would at least have to be one centimeter in length,” he added in sarcasm. Was he going to leave it like that or give her a serious answer. “Depends on what you want to do in the pack. But there are some standards you know: be strong, intelligent, look after one another. The usual but you’d be surprised how many people lack of the simplest characteristics to what makes a decent person. Even the weaker wolves still can have something to contribute by taking care of the younglings or making sure there is food on the plate for everyone,” he shrugged. A big warm family that stood together against the hate of the outside world. That was what he thought them to be. His sharp eyes turned into a frown. She was going to make fun of him, wasn’t she? Hadn’t they all laughed at the delusional wolffanboy as they called him.
The Slytherin grinned and shook his head. “Nothing wrong with a good ol’ lobotomy if you’re the one doing it,” he shrugged. He’d done one with a rabies crazed rat once. It worked but he ended up feeling bad for it and put it out of its misery. He rolled his eyes at her comment about the gun. “How about you, Clearwater? Do you swallow?” He returned her mockery with an tasteless remark.
“How can you be so sure about that? Ever searched the great woods deep enough? Who knows what kind of wicked pub there is out there,” he mused with his lips curled in a smirk. The question was; why did he want to take her along? Dio quickly decided it’ll be fun to watch her react to stuff. His blue eyes lightened up when she spoke of thestral hair. “I’ve never been able to get close enough. They run away when they spot me,” he said with a disappointed look. “Can you see them too?”
The blonde crossed his arms and tried to red the other student before him. “I didn’t fight it because it was bull. I love my mum and I most definitely do not fear her. Besides it is pretty disrespectful,” he explained himself, still not able to accept his boggart. Anyone aware of his home situation wouldn’t think it was strange that the Slytherin had an underlying fear of his mother. Dio however never shared much on that matter. It was private business and he would defend her. “Nothing, forget I said that,” he grumbled and turned his back. Perhaps he was wrong to put so much high hopes on someone so different. He scratched the back of his head and groaned. At this point he could hit his head against the wall. Now he wasn’t looking into her eyes, he felt a lot braver. “Perhaps…. I thought… We’re classmates.. Soo…. Maybe we should help each other get stronger?” AGNES CLEARWATER,
5'11 | dangerous outside soft inside | single | hetroflexible
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on May 14, 2019 12:14:03 GMT
Dio's little diatribe about wolves and the beauty and strength and... all that rubbish made Aggy's brows raise straight back at him. "So... some werewolves - and I said some - attacking people in droves and turning them into werewolves without their permission is beautiful to you? Sounds like you're the one who's brainwashed. Any creature or person who attacks another is wrong in the head," Aggy told him, chin raised and stance strong. She may have been afraid of her attacker, maybe have wanted to curl up in a ball at the thought, but what the asshole did was wrong. Just like some of these werewolves were.
"Flowers and chocolate are the gift that scared husbands give their wives when they're in the wrong, or teenaged boys give chicks when they want to try and get into their knickers but don't have the brains to think of how to do so any other way," Aggy said dryly. She'd never gotten either of those things, but they were cliche. Thoughtless. Not gifts she'd enjoy in a million years. "I'd prefer a book or smokes or a bottle of vodka. Not hallmark crap."
One centimeter in length had Aggy snorting in amusement because it was rare that somebody played along with her sarcasm, or actually had the wits to keep up with her. Eyeing the collar of Dio's shirt, she smirked and told him, "Guess you better start downing some firewhiskey then. Doesn't look like your chest hair has started growing it yet. Maybe you're a late bloomer." At Dio's explanation of the wolf pack and the characteristics needed, Aggy nodded curtly. To her, in all honesty, it sounded like a disgusting ol' Charles Manson situation. A cult, if you will. Definitely not something she had the desire to join. "If they're so grand, then why don't you live with them?"
"Yeah, cause I have eyes in the back of my head and can totally watch myself perform a lobotomy in the first place," Aggy snarked immediately, although... her expression soon changed to a very put-on innocent one as he asked her about swallowing of all things. "Gum? No, I had the rare characteristic of common sense as a child. Oh, and I also had respect for my parents but I outgrew that. Thank Merlin."
"You know, it's strange but for some reason I've never been overcome by the urge as to travel so far into the forest that I'm attacked by creatures. Funny that, right? That I actually value my life?" Aggy said, voice dripping with sarcasm as her eyes rolled. She'd never had any reason to venture that deep into the forest either. His next words made her brows raise yet again because exactly whose death had he witnessed? "Have I seen horse skeletons? Nah, thank Merlin. Don't exactly want to be scarred for life two times - first being watching a killing, second being seeing those things."
Immediately, Dio's next words about his mother being his Boggart had Aggy's eyes narrowing because, "That's bullshit. Boggart's are a manifestation of your biggest fear. Plus, you're not actually hurting her. It's just an illusion." Though... she was one to talk. As soon as she saw him, he felt as real as anything. Like she was transported back to that bedroom with... with him. Thinking back, Aggy frowned until suddenly Dio suggested something she never expected him to. "Get stronger? What, you mean... what do you mean get stronger?"
Dio listened to the Gryffindor’s arguments, he tried to understand her world view. Because if he understood hers, he would be able change it. There was a shimmer in his blue eyes. “I see… Do we judge a lion for hunting a zebra?” The boy asked her in true curiosity. He even thought about a reply himself. “Perhaps we do? Haven’t humans been judging and destroying nature ever since they could? They’ve enslaved beasts mightier than themselves. Burned forests and made many creatures go extinct. Especially those filthy muggles seem to take joy in it,” he spat on the ground, disgusted by human nature.
Then he shrugged and a grin returned. “Werewolves do not attack animals, it is in their instinct only to go after humans. Who knows? Perhaps they’ve been created for a purpose. To get humans back into contact with mother earth.”
To her point of people being turned against their permission, he could only shrug. “I’m not surprised people don’t want to be turned. The government and society have been very successful in not only making people believe werewolves are monsters. They’ve actually made it terrible to be one. Werewolves are denied all right of a decent life. They cannot get education or a job. How do you expect them to be safe when they cannot afford rent? They’re doomed to live on the streets or hide in the forest,” he shook his head. Running a hand through his hair he took a deep breath. “I once believed humans and werewolves could co-exist you know? I entered this school to learn their ways and in hopes of understanding. All I see are greedy adults enforcing their lies on innocent children. Worst is I’ve seen some teachers not agree with the actions the Ministry has taken. But what do they do? NOTHING! They’re afraid to lose their jobs. Well they’ve surely lost my respect. If money comes before the well being of children, you’re evil.”
Dio realised he just ranted but this all hit him in the core of his being. She might not agree with him but at least she was willing to listen. Which was a feature he appreciated a lot. Listening was the first step to understanding.
“I know right! Such lame thoughtless gifts.” He chuckled, at least they agreed on the flowers and chocolate. Books and vodka, huh? That made him smile a little. She wasn’t one of those basic girls. This one had a little edge and it fascinated him. “Books, huh? I’ve got a forbidden one my uncle gave to me because it wouldn’t sell. It still lays in my trunk with the lock on it. Wanna open it together some time?” This was how Dio flirted: inviting someone he was attracted to for danger. Things made very much sense to him.
His blue eyes traced hers down to his collar. As she peeked, he lifted it down a little as a tease. People said he was a brooding guy with his only sense of humor being sadistic. But that was far from true. After all that twisted upbringing he was just a kid like everyone else. Even if he would disagree himself. He shrugged at the question. “Like you said I don’t have my one centimeter of length yet. I’m not worthy,” he turned it into a joke but it was true in a sense. His brother wouldn’t have him. Regardless of his mother’s training, Dio still wasn’t the Greyback he was supposed to be.
“Common sense, huh? Then why did you start smoking and drinking?” The Slytherin arched an eyebrow. “Most people wouldn’t consider those habits to be common sense. Not that I usually agree with what most people think,” he then added with a shrug.
“Where has your sense of adventure and life gone? Merlin those muggles really know how to kill off any nature that is left in a human. You can go in prepared. Just do some research beforehand or learn through experience like in the old days,” he shook his head and sighed. “What value does life have if you don’t experience it at the fullest?” Seriously he wanted to know because a lot of people were wasting theirs. Dio wasn’t going to make the same mistake. He planned to do both great and terrible things. To leave an impact on the world, wouldn’t that be amazing? “Uhm… You don’t have to witness a murder. Only a death,” he corrected the Gryffindor. “Besides they’re not scary. They’re actually beautiful beings.” They were probably his favorite animal. Thestral had something artistic about them. Something outlandish even for a wizarding world.
Dio crossed his arms and huffed. “Nu-uh. I’m trained to be without real fear. Perhaps I’ve become so resistant that it decided to be my mom. I suppose she can be a little scary when she gets mad,” he reasoned. That could only be the logical option. The Slytherin still shook his head at the argument of an illusion. “I’m not going to fight something that resembles the woman that brought me into this world and made me who I am. That is disrespectful.” Shit. Why did he drop that bomb? This would ruin his reputation. This was a rare moment where he actually got embarrassed. “Forget it. I refuse to sound like a cheesy book character,” he huffed and crossed his arms. “Besides, why would I want to train together? Pff.”
Post by AGNES CLEARWATER on Jun 23, 2019 7:15:41 GMT
The question that Dio posed to her next made Aggy's eyes narrow yet again because, "As much as humans like to act like it, we're not a bunch of fucking animals, Greyback. It's different. We shouldn't be hunting one another." The way he spoke about humans made a chill travel down her spine because it was like he thought he wasn't one of them, like he was different just because his father was a werewolf. "Filthy muggles, is that so? I suppose you're one of those who thinks that I'm a disgusting mudblood too... and you know what? That's the minority. A minority of people enjoy that. Not majority. So I think you need to rethink those statistics of yours, instead of painting everyone with the same damn brush."
"The government spews propaganda, yeah, but anyone with a brain can clearly make their own decisions and realise that being a werewolf who mindlessly attacks others three days of the month, then being a human who has to deal with that guilt isn't exactly a desirable life plan. Or at least, those who have a moral compass can realise that," Aggy said, shaking her own head. Who would willingly want to live a life like that? She wasn't against werewolves (except the ones who chose to be mindless killing machines as humans), but she'd read enough in books to realise that most regular witches and wizards wouldn't want to be turned. "If you don't like the school, then bloody well leave. Nobody is forcing you to stay. You don't know what happens behind closed doors."
Aggy was getting worked up, frustrated by the arguments of somebody who was so biased and not willing to see both sides of the story, that she wasn't about to entertain Dio's attempt at 'flirting,' wasn't about to tease him back. Instead, she clenched her jaw and looked away, ignoring him as she seriously debated the merits of just walked away and heading straight back towards the castle. She'd finished her cigarette now, what was the point in staying here and talking to somebody whose mind was so damn twisted?
But then he questioned her intelligence and annoyance flooded her, and she snapped, "Maybe because I'm not a fucking child any more, Dio. Maybe as a teenager, I lost my common sense. Maybe because smoking and drinking gives me an escape." "Yes, please. Continue insulting the people I grew up with. Continue insulting the fact that I still live in the muggle world when I'm not at school. Love it. I guess those wild werewolves - the ones who attack even when they're human - that you've grown to admire so much have killed off your morals, huh?" Aggy found herself snarking back. Fuck it, if he was going to insult the world she lived in, then she'd insult his.
"Trained without fear and having your mum make you want to wet your knickers sounds a bit contradictory," Aggy pointed out, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Then he was rebutting the idea he'd put forward in the first place, making it seem like she'd suggested it. Annoyance bubbled up inside her again and she'd had enough. Enough of this conversation, enough of him. "Great, well, I don't want to train with you either. Hell, I don't want to stand here and talk to you. See you in class." With that, Aggy straightened the bag on her shoulder and took off, walking away from him and this conversation entirely.
