Dýrfinna Fenrirdottir (ulfur) wrote in triumphic, @ 2014-06-04 11:50:00 |
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It was charmingly simple to take hold of Dyrfinna’s wrist and part with their current location, the apparition depositing them neatly on a footpath that had once, perhaps, been tended to with some degree of affection. Neglected now, nature had begun its insidious push, and so the grass softened the sound of their footfall as Fenrir led them down the sharp decline of the hill. According to the priceless book he had stolen from the Ministry’s grasp, a certain former Hitwitch with a certain affliction lived in the single house situated by its base, and his monitoring of the area during the course of the past week -- including the full, though he had kept enough distance that the werewolf within would not necessarily know what it was that lurked outside her walls -- informed him that the milk was delivered daily, and that the DMLE louts that had drawn this shift often convened to stare at her when she came out to collect it. |