Who Fenrir and Bellatrix What An evil little meeting When Monday Evening Where Edges of the Forbidden Forest Rating PG 13 Status Incomplete|Closed
Fenrir was growing stir crazy in the forest, students where dying and he had nothing to do with it. Though he was sure someone blamed him...or that Bole fellow in the forest. Or why would that blong idiot had made his way out to the forest. He had watched from a distance, almost had been ready to pounce on him when the bear trap got to him first. And Greyback refused to lower himself to a damn scavanger just to get a kill. Even when the group came for him he stayed back, he wanted the elder Weasley to himself, though that poor group looked like they would have fallen under his hand if he did attack.
The frustration that was building inside of him to just tear something limb from limb made him growl outloud. He was going to kill the next thing that dared come into this forest...and perhaps a cat or two that maybe he found when Aurora decied to let him tear the dorms apart.