Who: Fenrir and Clara Where: The Dark Army camp then a small village in Wales When: 20 September 1979, after sunset What: Fenrir teaches Clara how to get the attention of Ministry people Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Fenrir tapped on finger against Clara's entry in her journal and read the comments from she and Dorian that came afterwards. He didn't really pay much attention to the friendships and relationships that occurred amongst his followers. As long as they didn't interfere with what needed to be done, he didn't care. And since no one had come alone who piqued his interest, he could view the shenanigans with a certain amount of objective amusement. But he knew Dorian had been hurt during the battle and since Clara obviously cared for him in some manner, he supposed it was the leader kind of thing to do to help them get the revenge they so obviously wanted.
Besides he was bored. With the battle being so close to the full moon, his blood lust had been up more than normal when he'd changed. It had lead to a damn good full moon but now he was just antsy and twitchy. He wanted some more fun and perhaps showing Clara how to draw Ministry people out of the woodwork might help with them.
He closed the journal with a bang and wnadered out of his tent. He ambled through the camp until he got to the area where the vampires congregated. A quick question gave him Clara's location and he wandered over and found her.
"Want to try and lure the 'Pepper man' out of hiding?"
It was odd enough for a werewolf to approach the vampires, let alone Fenrir, that Clara was already aware of his presence before he came near her. She had been crouched in the grass watching a field mouse that had frozen in fear, waiting for it to move, but a visit from Fenrir was far more interesting than that, so she reached out to almost touch the poor creature to make it bolt before looking up at him. At his words she perked up - oh, this was definitely worth losing the mouse for. "Oh, yes," she breathed, as much as a vampire could ever really breath. "Do you know how? No one ever talks to me anymore." The comment was accompanied by a slight pout; it had been much more fun when people replied to her posts.
Fenrir shrugged casually. "Depends on the individual but there are a few ways we can try. They've gotten pretty cautious but they can still be lured out." They'd gotten damn boring though that was probably his and Tabitha's fault because of what they'd done with Mary and Marlene and Lupin and a few others. Even the dumb ones got wary after a while but you could still draw them out if you were creative about it. Though driving them crazy was just as good. "Come on," he said with a jerk of his head. "We'll need to find a town and I think I know a good one for this."
Clara rose to her feet eagerly, entirely unbothered by the ground under bare feet; by now her soles were used to all kinds of terrain, and she always felt fleeter without shoes. Shoes was for humans. "Are we going to eat people?" she asked, trotting after him. That would be nice. The last blood she'd had was that stupid old man she'd gone after with Dorian, and she'd been planning on getting another good meal in the next couple of days anyway if she hadn't found a way to get to her prey by then - and it was beginning to look like she wouldn't.
Fenrir gave a feral grin as he led the way to the apparition point. "I think that could be arranged. We'll have to pick the right kind of target though because it's going to bait as a well as food." He arched a somewhat roguish eyebrow at Clara as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and apparated them both to a little village in Wales that he'd noted some months ago as a possible playground for a full moon. He hadn't had the opportunity to come back here before now but it would do nicely as a hunting ground tonight. He leaned against a building, tucking himself into the shadows so as not to arouse suspicion should anyone walk past. "Now, what did this Pepper man of yours look like?"
Bait? This plan sounded intriguing; the only other pack of werewolves Clara had been allowed to spend time with hadn't been cunning like this. They were wild like she was. She'd had fun with them. But this was fun too, a different kind of fun, a learning to be scary like Tabby fun. Tabby, after all, was never going to teach her to do it, as much as Aaron tolerated her, but Fenrir was even smarter than Tabby.
She nodded at his question - she'd seen Dorian fighting him, and remembered him. "He's very tall, but not giant like the big man." She knew Rodolphus Lestrange's name, of course, but when she was focused on a memory it was so much easier to use a vague descriptor. She needed the image to be very, very vivid. "He has dark hair and it's floppy and curly. And he's sort of long and white."
Fenrir's lips quirked into a grin. Big man. That could only be Rodolphus. He was certainly the biggest man Fenrir knew and he also knew that Rodolphus had taken... well, perhaps liking was too strong a word but maybe an interest in Clara. He frowned as he listened to the description. "Oh yeah... I remember the one. He's not an Auror. I think he's one of Millie's or was one of Millie's before she got promoted. This should make this fun."
He eased his way up to the end of the building and glanced out into the street. Theer weren't too many people around but there were still a few. "Alright, this is how the game is played," he said to Clara. "Find someone who looks like the Pepper man and lure him back here so we're nice and out of the way." He would leave the luring to her. She would know the best way of doing that for her own purposes. His own tactics would be of no use to her.