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Genie de la Lune (wolfinboots) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Thanks. It is what it is." She shrugged. She was rarely cynical but dealing with her affliction in the wizarding world was one of the few times she was. She slowly stirred some sugar into her coffee, again mostly for something to do. The last time they'd been found out, they'd had to move very fast since a few of the wizards in town had taken decided exception to the pack's existence.

"Of course. I figured you would, and conditions are nothing new to us," she said. "We're a cautious sort and we take care of each other the best we can." Safety in numbers, safety in the pack. Every one of their members could be trusted, unlike some of the ones who came and went in turns. "Professor McGonagall was always pretty good to all of us. I was hoping she'd help, even if Owen might not be a Gryffindor." She suspected he would be, but that never meant everything. There were always surprises. "Owen's a good boy, very smart. Good on a broom, too." Her lips quirked up a bit. "I want him to get the education most of us couldn't continue to pursue after the war."