WHO: Arthur Weasley and Fenrir Greyback WHAT: Arthur drops a few things off at the DRMC WHEN: 2 March, late morning WHERE: Greyback’s office WARNINGS: Werewolf humor
Arthur looked at his shelf of muggle items, his eyes resting on the rubber duck with a chuckle and then he picked up item next to it. He had not really figured out the exact use of the item but he was sure he could sell it to Fenrir that it could have some use with magical creatures, at least keep his interest long enough to drop the bug in the office. With the object in hand and the bugs in his pockets he head from his off to Fenrir’s.
Knocking on the door he poked his head in, “Got a moment Greyback? I have something that might be of interest.”
Desk work didn’t suit Greyback, as much fun as he’d had intimidating the hell out of his employees for the last few months. His office had become a shrine to his morbid interests, with the classic Ministry fixtures swapped out for clawfoot furniture, red paint and hints at his various extra-curricular activities. His favourite piece sat squarely at the head of his desk — the skull of a large wolf, bleached white and mounted on an ebonized wood base. He wanted to remind anyone who entered his office of exactly who he was.
That included Arthur Weasley.
“Come in, then,” he said, his voice rough and dulled with boredom. “Let’s see it.”
Taking in the office of Greyback was not something you could be prepared for. Arthur had heard, but he had never seen for himself. He tried to hide the surprise his eyes fell on the skull. A statement piece for sure.
Arthur walked into the office and held up the object pressing the buttons creating a bit of a charge that sparked out. “It offers quite a jolt,” he said pressing the buttons a few times. He wandered closer to some of the surrounding furniture looking at things taking it all in, or he hoped that was how he looked as he looked out for the best place to put something.
The spark from the bottom of the object piqued the werewolf’s interested and Fenrir sat up a bit straighter in his chair. “What is it?”
“I believe they call it a taser,” Arthur said with a slightly confused look on his face as he looked at the object handing it over to Fenrir as he got closer to the desk. His eyes dropped to the skull figuring that was a good a place as any to put the bug. Once he saw Fenrir distracted he would drop it in.
“A taser…” Fenrir collected the device off his desk and leaned back in his chair to examine it. He turned it over in his hands and furrowed his eyebrows. He shifted his thumb against the switch and suddenly, the thing sparked to life. He nearly tipped his chair over in surprise.
Arthur watched Fenrir inspect the device, waiting for his moment. As the device sparked Arthur to the cue to drop the bug in the skull. “Whoa, yeah it is shocking in more ways than one.” Arthur chuckled to himself. “Think you can find a use for it?” Handing over a taser seemed like a bad idea, but in exchange for a bug in the office Arthur thought it worth it.
“That depends,” Fenrir said, shifting the taser into one hand and angling a smirk at Arthur that revealed the sharpened upper row of his teeth. “Want to stay for lunch?” The taser crackled again. “We can see how well this thing fries ginger.”
Arthur stood up a little straighter and face showing is surprise and nervousness at the suggestion. “Thank you for the invitation but I have other lunch arrangements.” Arthur started to back up feeling a little hot under the collar with nerves. The wolf was insane that’s for sure. He really didn’t put it past him and wasn’t sure he was capable of making a off colour joke. “You keep it though.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Fenrir said and lifted the device into the air. At the sight of more sparks, the werewolf let out a raucous laugh. “What will those crazy muggles think of next?”
But when he glanced back at the door, Arthur was gone. With a gruff chuckle, he returned back to the advice and his new task for the day — figuring out who test it on.