WHO: Fenrir and Marlene
WHEN: Wednesday Evening
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHAT: Altercation and well he meant it Remus!
RATING: TBD probably not low!



The rock made a slightly satisfactory pinging noise as it played off the window of the shop across the street from where Fenrir was currently lounging. And lounging was the only way to describe his current position as he sprawled in an open bench that ordinarily would be filled with couples enjoying some ice cream after a romantic dinner. Vomit. In fact the bench had been filled with two girls, young women... whatever, that were attempting to bat their eyelashes at some men across the way. Had was the operative word. Maybe it was the distinct odor that he gave off or maybe it was the way he bared his teeth as he sat down between the two women and slung his arms around their shoulders that ran them off so quickly.

Shame. The ice cream smelled excellent and he would have loved to eat some off of them. Instead he had settled for irritating the shop keep across the way as the man set about trying to close up his shop for the evening. First it was pebbles, then it was larger rocks that he conjured from the garbage bin next to him. It irritated the older man to no end, that much was certain.

It wasn't really holding his interest though. Fenrir was merely biding his time until the perfect plot came to mind. He wasn't quite as stupid and petty as he often seemed. He just had a reputation to uphold. He did enjoy being able to surprise a high fucking mighty witch or wizard when it suited him. Though violence suited him just as often. He was more beast then man. He could still think like a man though, even if it was an irritation. Lupin was also an irritation, a hit to his pride if you will that he had never been able to pull the young man into the fold.

There were ways, he just hadn't found the right one yet. But he would. Oh yes he would.