RP: Dale & Craig
Who: Dale Smith, Craig Lawson Where: Hogwarts When: Evening, 31 January, 2025 Rating/Warnings: Summary: Dale runs into Craig after his walk in the grounds.
Dale had spent most of the day working slowly and being careful of his injured shoulder. Although it was healing, werewolf injuries weren't the quickest to return to normal and he was pretty sure he'd be left with a scar. However he wasn't as depressed as he could have been about it; whilst some scars were bad, at least teeth marks would look kind of cool. Cooler than some sort of appendectomy scar anyway. He'd finished work and had considered lying down in his quarters for a bit when he decided that a walk in the grounds would do him some good. He'd walked down to the lake and back and was returning to the castle when he came across Craig.
"Hey," he said, realising he was nearer to the grounds-keeper's hut than he'd first thought. He didn't think that Craig looked all that happy but the dog at his feet seemed pleased to see him. Dale patted his head before focusing on the man in front of him. "How are you?"