You're supposed to play with fire Who: Madeleine and Zaviar + their familiars Where: Madeleine's home When: Later afternoon
The vampiric activity was very interesting to Zaviar. So many people had problems with it, becoming afraid or concerned and he just sort of watched the news, shrugged and went about his day. He was not concerned about coming face to face with a vampire and he was even less concerned about the humans who were dying. Or other supernaturals as the case might be. Since he heard nothing about them being weres or witches he had no real reason to care. Let them continue as they were doing and see what happened. Everyone would be so worried about vampires that they would forget everything else and it would be so much easier to find ways to get rid of them. Or, perhaps better, convert them. 'You'll be stronger as a were' sounded good to certain ears, surely, if they were afraid for their family or 'witches know how to protect themselves, especially black.' Yes, Zaviar put thought into these things and was not at all ashamed of it. Why should he be? He was just toying with the idea of taking advantage of the situation that had been practically dumped into his lap.
But not right at that moment. At that moment he was walking into Madeleine's house to rescue her from her familiar. A ridiculous thought but there it was. You picked a difficult one, Knight remarked as he followed along, tail wagging at being allowed into a new place. Shining knight to the rescue, aren't you? The mocking implication was not lost and earned the german shepherd a level glance before Zaviar started towards where he could, well, smell a snake.
"She's not difficult," Zaviar remarked as he blinked down at the sight of Madeleine on the floor. With a boa constrictor keeping her there. Ah, that was what she had meant. Well. That's not difficult? "That's her familiar. One assumes." Zaviar knelt down and tilted his head. "Madeleine, I thought you were just supposed to play with fire. Whose your friend and why isn't she letting you up?" Knowing her... "You didn't try to make her go away, did you? They don't like that." You wouldn't either. "Be quiet, Knight, I'm speaking." The german shepherd sniffed but thought nothing else at him. Zaviar did have to try very hard to not burst out laughing at the sight however. Something told him that it would not quite be appreciated by his companion.