InsaneJournal

RP: Whispers
Characters: Varin
Time/Date: Saturday afternoon
Location: His shop
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Varin contemplates while waiting for any customers that might roam in
Status: Closed



After organizing the displays and setting aside the wood he needed for the few custom orders he had, Varin settled in behind the counter. He hadn't heard back from the wolves, but he supposed he hadn't required a response. It had merely been information, though he doubted they saw it as a threat. He saw it as someone jacking around and trying to pretend they were bigger than they were. Only a madman would take on a group of wolves alone.

Though he supposed assuming he was working alone was just that - an assumption. Perhaps the vampires had finally grown weary of Sterling's antagonism. Perhaps it was a perfectly valid, legitimate threat. There were so very many things it could honestly be, and time would tell. He did wonder if whoever had left the threat was planning on moving this full moon, or if it had simply been left to make them warier on the moon.

An amused smirk tugged his lips as he entertained himself with the thought that an Auror had left it in an attempt to put the wolves off their game. To ... what? Scare them into behaving? It seemed like something the Ministry might endorse.

Shaking his head, the wandmaker picked up one of the pieces of unworked wood. Slipping free a blade from the kit, he began to work the wood, to give it a wand shape and from there he would decide what sort of decoration it should have, if any at all.

Varin worked, and Varin waited, and Varin let his mind drift to possible activities for the evening. Perhaps he'd play with the stone again and see if he indeed sparked another wave of returning deceased.