Rolf. (rscamander) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-12-04 17:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - december, bertram aubrey, rolf scamander |
Who Bertie Aubrey & Rolf Scamander
What lunch meeting;
When Sunday afternoon
Where American Bar
Status/Rating Incomplete / Low
Bertram Aubrey was a werewolf and the idea left Rolf practically giddy. There was nothing he liked more than getting to know a new person inflicted with lycanthropy. He was always as respectful as was possible but he didn't shy away from asking personal questions if they were called for and keeping track of things like the location of the attack. In Germany, he knew so many werewolves so intimately that if there was an attack he could usually filter down to who was responsible. It was something that the Ministry and Law Enforcement didn't really know he had the ability to do but it helped when there were ridiculous werewolves like Fenrir Greyback out there. He wouldn't stand for the behaviour of those monsters not only because they damaged people but because they damaged his work. All it took was one bad apple and it ruined the whole bloody basket.
He had arranged for Wolfsbane potion which he'd organised, bottled and placed in a discreet case which he intended to hand over to Aubrey. This wasn't to say that he didn't plan on talking to him about his troubles, of course, he just wanted to make sure that he was as respectful of the fact that it was something Aubrey struggled with as was possible.
Scamander arrived at the American Bar just past one thirty and he found himself a place to sit and wait stiffly. He was not at all at ease in a muggle establishment and his discomfort showed in his rigidness and the number of times he checked his pocketwatch, even though he was quite early. He ordered himself a coffee to pass the time with and tried not to look at the other bar patrons with too much obvious contempt. There was, after all, a chance that Aubrey was a muggleborn if this was the kind of place he liked to call home and Rolf knew that muggleborns could get offended by wizards acting ill at ease around them. Normally, Scamander wouldn't have cared, really, but he didn't want to offend a potential research partner (he always referred to werewolves as research partners because it sounded so much better than 'subject' even though, really, that's all they were. He didn't take too much of their input into account most times, besides what they could give him by way of statistics, but that might well change now that he'd met one who actually seemed scientifically minded.)