Who: Fenrir, NPC werewolf, Millicent What: Upon receiving Millicent's owl, something interesting occurs. Where: Dark Army camp, Ministry of Magic When: Evening, 26th August, 1979 Rating: PG Status: Complete
Fenrir shooed off the owl that had brought the small package and slouched down in the rickety chair in his tent. He eyed the package curiously then gave it a bit of a sniff. Fish. It smelled of fish but not like the one he'd sent. His eyes narrowed and he ripped open the plain paper packaging.
His eyebrows quirked upwards for a moment when he saw the box he'd sent to Millicent... or one that looked very much like it. He stared at it curiously for a moment then opened it to find a much larger fish than he'd sent with a note reading "Size matters" on top of it. He snorted and put the lid back on the box before levering himself out of his chair. He ambled over to the door of the tent and shoved the flap open.
"You," he barked at a werewolf who was shambling past. The werewolf paused and stared at Fenrir for a moment before pointing at his chest.
"Yes, you, idiot," Fenrir growled, tossing the box at the werewolf. "Take that to the cooks. Tell them I want it for a late snack. Tell them to keep the head though. I want that back."
The werewolf frowned then gave a start when the box suddenly came flying at him. He reached for it and fumbled a little. The lid of the box fell off and the fish started to follow. The werewolf grabbed at it, dropping the box, and the moment his hands closed around the fish, he and the fish disappeared.
Fenrir stared at the spot where the werewolf had been then a look of feral cunning grew on his face. So that's the game Millicent was going to play. He began to chuckle, a low malicious sound, as ideas began floating around in his mind. He walked over and picked up the box and its lid then headed back into his tent. This hunt was going to be fun and it was apparently his move next.