Who: Chaz Warrington, Fenrir Greyback, and Gabrielle Delacour When: Tuesday night Where: Fenrir's Home Rating: Low Warnings: Creepers. Summary: Chaz visits and old friend and meets a new one.
Chaz had few people in the world that he considered friends. They were far between, rare things, and the man who lived in the shack in front of him was one. Others might have looked down on the werewolf for being what he was, but Chaz had long since learned that wizards weren't better than everyone because they were purebloods. Look at his peers. He wasn't certain that the werewolf was home, but he figured that a visit wouldn't go amiss. It had been a while since he'd checked up on his friend.
Tonight seemed like a perfect night.
The moon was a sliver in the sky, casting it's bare light on the ground, and Chaz apparated near the place before he stepped through the grasses, smirking. Sometimes, being out here was better than being in London. The air was clean. It didn't stink of muggles.
Chaz walked up the path to the shack, his boots crunching against the ground. His coat was long, fluttering around his knees as he raised his hand, rapping his knuckles on it. The werewolf should have known that he was here already.