Who: Theodore Nott and Lorcan D'Eath What: They're spending the night together on the full moon. When: Sunday evening, etc. Where: Theodore's place.
He was sitting in the lounge room, but was looking out the window, almost restlessly, but not really. It wasn't like he was on tenterhooks for Lorcan to arrive (except he kind of was, but it wasn't really that noticeable), more he was watching the full moon rise. Loki, Ajax and Bela had been especially restless, so they'd gone up to his room to howl happily and play with each other. He'd wanted to have them roam the forest, but he didn't want to risk Lupin getting out somehow and mauling them to death. That thought made him shudder, and Bane, noticing his movements, padded gently over to him.
Theodore gently ran his fingers through Bane's thick, dark fur and sighed, lighting up a cigarette as fluently and easily as if he were merely shrugging a shoulder. He looked back over to the television, which was off. Salazar didn't usually watch it, for reasons that weren't needed to be explained, and Theodore had shied away from Muggle technology a bit since he'd left Lockewood and the Zacharias that was his friend and room-mate. Thinking of that made him a bit annoyed, though, but perhaps Lorcan could help him ease into the casual curiosity into Muggle technology. Especially since Zach had told him something about some 'video game' sort of thing where he could kill as many people as he wanted in increasingly grisly ways, but nobody would give the slightest of fucks.
A knocking on the door jarred him out of his reverie, though, and he stood up, brushing a hand through his hair, a nervous habit, and opened the door.