i wonder (BARDULF)

[lambert greyback]

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It was only the third month into the school year but Hogsmeade was already a place thriving with homesick students, dressed for the cool weather and enjoying being released from the halls that they had been cooped up in for the past month. Hogsmeade weekends were an opportunity for them all to relax away from their studies with those that they were close to, and well to top up their supplies should they have not anticipated if they hadn’t bought enough prior to the school year.

Unfortunately for Lambert though he found himself seperated from the friends that he had traveled to the village with. To start the day they lost track of one of their friends at the joke shop, and then he was ditched by another friend when they had come across a long lost friend of theirs at Honeydukes.

It was the first weekend where he truly felt alone.

Whilst he anxiously awaited the return of his friends, he settled on popping into the Three Broomsticks for a drink. It was probably the best place to sit and wait for his friends given how close it was in proximity to the two stores… not to mention the fact that it was one of the more popular premises with the students.

With windswept hair he approached the bar, adjusting the green and silver scarf that had been wrapped around his neck.

“One butterbeer please.”

He was dressed rather simply besides the Slytherin scarf. He wore a pair of running shoes and blue jeans; a black trenchcoat concealing the rest of his outfit from view. What he didn’t know however was the fact that a dangerous figure was sharing the bar alongside him and his fellow students… awaiting a subject to test.

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Bardulf had always preferred the Hog's Head. The rougher atmosphere of the less popular pub was usually conducive to what he wanted in a drinking experience. But students didn't drink at the Hog's Head. Dulf wondered if they were even still allowed to do so. A few years ago in his seventh year at the school, he had gone in there fairly often, and avoided this place almost entirely. Dulf wasn't here to drink alone, or even with friends. As he heard the voice of the young Slytherin his eyes panned over him. He was a strong handsome sort, he had potential, and he was unmistakably one of Fenrir's.

Dulf slide some coins across the table. "And a firewhiskey." He said in his own gruff tone, loud enough to catch the bartender's ear, but not really to alert the rest of the busy pub to his intentions. This was already step one. How would Lambert react to this strange guff stranger paying for his drink. Would he be wary, as any animal should? Would he simply accept? Dulf had a lot of respect for Greyback, and he assumed the best - or perhaps the worst, depending on your perspective - of his superior's children.

Once the man had his drink he short a grin to the object of his interest. and stood walking across the crowded pub to a corner booth.

Dulf never wore his clothing too heavy. In this case he was clad in a black singlet, and a pair of muggle cargo pants. this was intentional too. The scars on his arms from the wounds of his turning were visible. A few people had noticed this, though he didn't doubt that few knew exactly what they would mean. Would Greyback's boy? Would that scare him away or peak his interest?

[lambert greyback]

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As the man spoke, he instantly turned to take in the figure who had joined in on the order placing, noticing two very distinct things. For starters there was the fact that he had slid across enough sickles and galleons to pay not only for the firewhiskey that the stranger had ordered but also for the butterbeer that he had ordered; secondly there was the marks all over the man’s arms. They looked an awful lot like bite marks, and having been born to two werewolves he therefore knew that their self harms would leave scars upon their body.

No thanks left the boy’s mouth, he simply stood there with a raised eyebrow, watching as the man took his drink and retreated to the other end of the bar leaving Lamb with a decision to make.

Did he follow the stranger in order to figure out what he was doing here? Or did he stay with his fellow students?

He simply stood there, his eyes unmoving from the man as the headlines from the summer flashed through his mind. The headlines about a civil war between wizards such as himself and beings such as his parents. Then it made sense and in a burst of courage he made his way over to the man. There was no way he was going to let this man scope out his friends… or at least that’s what he assumed he was doing.

“I know what you are… so what are you doing here?”

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Dulf looked at the other, his eyes staring, piercingly into Lambert. They'd almost been at school together. he thought, reflecting on their eight-year age difference. What difference a year could have made in terms of getting to know his target. Oh well, Dulf wasn't fussed.

"Let's just say I'm a friend of your dad's." He said simply in response to the other, indicating to the seat across the table from him, and taking a gulp of strong burning liquor. He was already pleased to see that the other knew what he was and that he was wary. That was a good sign to start with. Any decent werewolf would need to have that sort of caution to them. Feral abandon had its place but a successful, dangerous predator had to be smart as well. Wizards outnumbered beings, and likely always would, so caution was key. This was good. Despite the other's unease there was no fear that Bardulf could see. Either the young man was confident and skilled enough to hide his fear, or he was genuinely unafraid beyond simple unease.

Bardulf wasn't surprised by the somewhat cold reaction, he met the other's stare, just as coldly at first before a smile gently curled his features. "We've got a lot to talk about. Why don't you grab a seat?" That was a simple question, he said taking another sip of the drink.

Dulf had barely taken his eyes off the other but now, almost expectantly his eyes drifted to the seat he had been waiting for Lambert to sit at. The Cursebreaker had been mulling over his options if the boy proved worthwile, and he certainly hadn't made up his mind yet but Lambert had made it this far, and so Dulf found himself wondering what his next move would be. How exactly he'd fulfil his mission here today. Dulf stretched doing his best not to seem casual, but perhaps to come off as more... relaxed. As though his presence here wouldn't mean something huge in the other's life.

[lambert greyback]

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He watched warily, a hand slipping into his trench cloak and wrapping around the handle of his wand. He would be ready to pull it out at a moment’s notice should the situation require it, his hand tightening around it as the man introduced himself as a friend of his father’s and asked him to take a seat. His fear of others being harmed waned, replaced instead with a fear for his own safety. He hadn’t seen his father in years and yet now he sends someone so why did his father send this man now? What was going on?

Slowly the boy sank into the seat that Bardulf had indicated to, pulling his wand out as he did so and setting it next to him upon the table. Just in case some sort of funny business was about to go on. He had heard the infamous stories about his father, yet he had also seen a side of him that many others hadn’t. A kind, caring side of him that often wasn’t talked about. The question was though, what side of his father would be showing itself today?

“So go on. Why are you here?”

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"Why do you think I'm here?" It actually wasn't some sarcastic question, or even a particularly deep one. Indeed it was suprisingly straight forward. What did Lambert make of the older werewolf? He had figured everything else out so far, after all. "Why would your dad want someone to come and find you now?" As he posed the question he nosed his firewhiskey, savouring the smokey, rich scent. Dulf surveyed the other that came with the easy calm of an apex predator unchallenged by those around him.

Bardulf's orders were clear, but there was no instructions as to the method he was to use, or how he was to proceed if he was satisfied with what he heard from the other. His options were many and varied in this case. It would be time for him to transform a few hours from now and he'd already had his wolfsbane potion. He often did, not to suppress his instincts or to temper his wolfish tendencies. Rather to put his own cunning mind to work, to relish in his perdition, and he was probably across the table from prey right now. Not that hos own serene calm was any indication of that to the other. His gaze may have bbeen though, it shifted along the other's neck, down his arms Lamb wasn't small or weak. He was his father's son, and if it came down to physicality it may have been interesting.  The biggest disadvantage though was the wand that Dulf wouldn't be able to use when transformations happened. 

Dulf plonked the glass down after taking a long swig. He was contemplating legilimency now, his eyes shifting back to focusing sharply on the other's as he contemplated him. He  would know soon if he was wasting his time here, whether it was by conversation or more nefarious means. He was nearly out of firewhiskey, and at this point he wasn't sure if he'd have a second glass. Calm as he was he was getting bored with the sitting around. If Lambert was his father's son, Dulf intended to know sooner rather than later. 

"legilimens." he thought. letting his mind flow into the other's not to control, but to read his thoughts. To see what was on Lambert's mind.

Speaking
Thoughts

lambert greyback

[lambert greyback]

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As the question was posed, Lamb noticed that his muscles were abnormally tense. Almost as if they were braced for a fight. There was a rage boiling within him, but he had no clue where this rage was coming from. Before he could answer though the man added that he was there for him. Or at least that was what the later part of his statement had suggested. He didn't really get a chance to answer logically though because a long pent up rage at his father's abandonment spoke up instead.

"Because my father is a coward who wouldn't know what to say even if some Hollywood writer had written it down for him!"

To be perfectly honest, he didn't know where it was coming from... even if the sorting hat had eluded to the fact that it was there. He didn't know where it was coming from.

"Because my father is too scared to show his face after years of abandoning me!"

There was a fire burning within his eyes that hadn't been there before. He had never been this way around his mother and to be perfectly honest, if he were standing outside of his body and watching himself he would be scared and confused. Somehow this werewolf managed to pull out a long hidden entity within him. An entity that his father had tried to build but ultimately given up upon. 

It was this boiling rage that kept his gaze upon that of Dulf's, and which caused him to fail to notice the fact that Dulf was now entering the forbidden territory of his mind and digging through layers upon layers of the very thing that made him who he was.

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"Easy there big guy." Dulf's grin was almost mocking, though it hid his true feelings of confusion, and frustration. He certainly hadn't been expecting this, and he didn't really know how to play councillor. It wasn't his job, either. That was true, but if Lambert acted erratically, up and leaving, that would make things more complicated. His own mind swam through the sea of rage as he looked at the angry young man before him. This anger was good. This rage could be turned on the wizards and witches that would oppress beings like Bardulf and his kind. This was definitely potential, but anger, as empowering as it was needed to be tempered sometimes, or it would make its wielder stupid, vulnerable. Blind rage impaired tactical decisions.

"Look, I don't know anything about your family life, other than the fact your dad's been very busy. Look at everything that's happening with werewolf kind. Fenrir's a legend for us and we've needed him. You understand that right?" Dulf began to manipulate the young man's thoughts. Hopefully to calm him. He dug through memories of Fenrir that Lambert had experienced, bringing the good times to the surface in his mind. He found it strange how strongly Fenrir's son remembered the smell of him. How much of an impression that made... That in itself was strangely wolfish, the importance of one's sense of smell. Good.

"Fenrir would love to see you again, but you know how dangerous that is for him right now, right?" Dulf said, stiring memories of the news, of Greyback's old wanted posters, of the danger he would be in if he showed himself up into Lamb's mind. Dulf may not have been persuasive himself, but he had a way of using his victim's mind against him that very few people were prepared for. He gave Lambert some time to let that sink in, as he dived back into memory now, searching for a particular moment, of Lambert sitting on a wonky stool in the great hall, with the magical sorting hat upon his head. What had the hat seen in the young man? Cunning and ambition surely, rage... But was that ruthlessness there? Did Lambert feel like an outsider waiting to be bought into a pack?

Dulf pushed his empty firewhiskey glass away from him as he leaned forward, arns folded against the table.

lambert greyback

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There was no easy way to soothe the boy. Fight or flight had been triggered, those tensions and nerves triggering a wound that had long thought to have been closed to reopen. He wasn't aware of what was going on, but sudden memories of the good times that he had had with his father and the wise words of the man sitting before him slowly caused the roaring flames to simmer. 

The man was right after all. His father was a wanted criminal; probably the ministry's number one undesirable so it was dangerous for him to see him, not to mention the fact that he was lucky enough to have these memories given his half-sister didn't get to meet him at all.

His slowly simmering rage could be seen on his body. Although his muscles were still rather tense, his posture was slowly relaxing, his hands gripping his pint a little more loosely than they had once been, yet still blissfully unaware of the fact that his mind had been breached.

"Greyback, Lambert"

Murmers spread across the hall as the gangly first year in oversized robes pushed his way through the crowd towards the three legged stool. Some of the whispers were about his last name. Others shocked that there was yet another Greyback within the school. The boy looked nervous just like many of his peers, but otherwise undisturbed by the whisperings given his mother had prepared him for what had been to come.

the interesting part however came as the hat was placed upon his head.

"ah another greyback... resourceful... loyal to his beliefs.... yet innocent and gullible... a kind hearted leader who opens themselves to others... but there's also an underlying thirst to prove yourself following the ache of abandonment with confidence as your achilles heel... I know just where to put you! SLYTHERIN!"

There was a mixed reception to Lamb joining the house of snakes. Both cheers and hushed whispers as to the house he was now joining. Some believed that he was just like his father while other's were just proud to have another first year join their ranks.

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Dulf grinned. "Listen Your dad wants me to give you something." He said. This was honest. Greyback did want his son to join his... true family. "I'll meet you outside in the alleyway." He said with a grin. "If I'm seen by students in here giving you something, it could get confiscated. I bet you're not the only one of your classmates who can recognise a Werewolf by bite marks." he said honestly, admitting, partially to himself that his fist test may not have been fool proof. Slowly, the predatory man stood up, offering a grin to the young man, without another word he made one last mental push, bringing up all the associations that Lambert connected with the smell of his father. The fond thoughts, the memories. With that, Dulf was pushing through the students, and disappearing into the high street.

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He'd taken his time to wander around briefly, and was now wearing a jacket he'd purchased from the nearby clothing store. It was a small precaution but at least this way if anyone who hadn't seen him before saw him now, they wouldn't be able to notice the many bite marks covering his body. Dulf watched, waiting for Lamb, He wondered if the youth would shop around, or if he was more likely to have had another butterbeer, before joining him. Would he? Dulf had seen inside the boy's mind and he was fairly certain he would.

The objective was clear now. Get the boy, take him to the cabin in the woods that he had readied for this, and change him. then, perhaps the two could hunt together, or perhaps Fenrir would want to take the other for his first hunt. He could hardly blame Greyback if he was missing his son. Greyback had had many children and for some reason this one was worth his fatherly attention. He had barely mentioned the others, but this one was on his mind, as a potential candidate for the gift. It was a quiet thought in the back of Dulf's mind as to why Fenrir may have wanted his son, but the Cursebreaker didn't particularly care. He saw potential from his own probing and -that- is why he was going to complete his mission.

Dulf closed his eyes for a moment, making sure the picture in his mind was clear, that all the details were concrete. he wouldn't want to harm the potential soldier with splinching now.

[lambert greyback]

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His father sent him a gift? Was that what all this was about? Confusion filled the young man at this notion. His father hadn't seen him let alone sent him anything since he was just a child and now... after all these years he had sent him something? His heart was racing as a boyish adrenaline raced through his system. A small part of him was suspicious about all of this, but a much larger part of him was excited.

His father was finally making up for all those missed birthdays.

He watched the man leave, fighting with his head and emotions a bit. His emotions wanted to race after him. His head suspecting that something wasn't quite right about this entire situation. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to decide whether he actually should seek the man out for that gift. He finished his butterbeer at a chug, tearing at his brown medium length hair as he did so.

Any bystanders would have thought that he had known the man and had just received terrible news based upon his body language. But the choice was tougher than it seemed. There was no way to check that the man had actually known his father. Of course, everyone knew of him but that didn't mean that they knew his father the way that the man had implied that he did.  In the end he figured he wouldn't know unless he went, and with no friends to advise him otherwise he got up and made his way to the door.

He was sixteen after all. One year away from being of age. If something happened then he should be able to protect himself by now. Slowly he picked his way up the street, searching the crowd as he tried to find exactly where the man had gone.

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Bardulf saw the other approaching the alleyway that he had specified, searching for him. The werewolf smirked. He loved to see a plan coming together. he kept his gaze low. doing his best to seem disinterested for the benefit of the people around him. They didn't need to concern themselves with this just now, and he would rather nobody think much of this. Dulf waited for Lambert to pass close by the alleyway, closing his eyes again for a moment, thinking about exactly where he was going to take the other young man. As Lamb past Dulf gripped him gently on the shoulder tugging him into the alleyway. nobody had seemed to notice them so far, and with a pop, the pair were gone.

The feeling of suction, the whirling moment of confusion, the queasy feeling that accompanied apparition, and a rough landing, but they had made it to the exact spot Dulf had pictured, the living room of his carefully chosen and magically hidden cabin in the woods. Dulf stood. "Expeliarmus." He declared with a point of his wand, not willing to leave anything to chance. He looked down at the disorientated young man. The door had already been sealed, and bewitched against the unlocking charm, the cabin itself was under the Fidelius Charm with Dulf himself as Secret Keeper.

"Fenrir'll see you soon." he explained sounding almost apologetic. He almost was. Dulf would have preferred for it to have happened on Lamb's terms, just because of who the young man was. That didn't mean he wasn't excited for what was soon to come. The Sadist loved to inflict pain on his victims, he loved the thrill of changing them. and Lambert wasn't exactly likely to be an exception. He moved to grab the other's wand. "Fenrir wanted me to bring you into the pack, and honestly, I think you'll be well suited for it. Won't be long before you're back in his life." Dulf phrased this almost sweetly, to him this was a reunion, as much as it was an opportunity for savagery, it was the creation of a new pack-mate, and Lambert's birthright.

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There was nothing more disorientating than an unwarned tug at the naval. Despite beiing raised by a witch whom was more than capable of this very same feat, he had never actually appaerated before. It had been the very first time that this had happened. He landed flat upon his face within the strange house and before he could figure out where exactly he was the man's voice rang through the air, removing his only hope of self defence.

What was going on?

And that was when Bardulf spilt the beans upon what exactly he wanted to give him. His eyes widened out of fear and he hastily tried to push himself up off the ground. Once he had succeeded in doing so he scrambled for the door. He couldn't be here when the moon took over the sky.

He may have understood why the werewolves wanted to fight for their freedom and he may have wanted to see them return to being treated like an actual human being but he wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to join the ranks of Britain's werewolves.

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Dulf looked down at the other, offering him a hand to his feet. "Listen. I understand that this might be overwhelming... You probably don't feel like you're quite ready but you are." He said as his mind locked onto the other's. "It's not like you have a choice, though." He said with his usual smile. The menace in his eyes didn't match his expression at all. Dulf wanted this to be pleasant, as pleasant as they could be at least, at least until he could explain his savagery away with the lunacy caused by the full moon. "Honestly, if I could make it easier for you, I would."

Dulf honestly did look forward to Lambert being a werewolf. He wanted it to be a good experience, but the predator was still who he was. Violence and a love of causing pain and punishment was in his nature. Slowly the man began to remove his jacket, tossing it aside to the nearby couch. He set the other's wand aside gently. "It won't take long." He was calm enough, as he looked out the window to see the sun beginning to set. It wouldn't be long now before the moonlight began to flood the cabin. Dulf was already excited, his blood was thrumming through him, his pulse raised. as the moon began to drift out from behind its cloud cover.

Even with wolfsbane potion in his system, Dulf felt his feral urges rising, the urge to hunt, to attack. A loud sharp howl echoing from his warping throat, as his body contorted and twisted. Finally he sunk to all fours and slowly rose back up onto two legs in hunched posture. He darted forward, sweeping his huge clawed paw forward toward his victim's legs, snarling in feral fury.

[lambert greyback]

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As Dulf revealed his true intentions the panic within him continued to rise. He didn't want this! He didn't want to join his parents in being werewolves! He ignored the man's hand, getting up on his own and making his way straight for the door, leaving behind his wand.  Wands could be replaced... one's livelyhood on the other hand couldn't. Once he reached the door he furiously tried the handle. It didn't move an inch, causing the young man to swear as the house around him grew darker and darker. 

There was no escaping this fate. 

He sighed and began to pull off the clothes that covered his torso.  Off came the trench coat, revealing a T-shirt, and once that was gone his torso was covered only by a black and silver Nike muscle shirt.  There was no avoiding it. That much was made clear by his attempt to get away through the door. He never got a chance to get rid of that final layer for he was paralyzed with both fear and curiosity.

He had never seen someone transform into a werewolf. This would be his first time... and well the last time he would do so without turning into one himself. In many a situation Lamb would fight to survive but in this instance he knew it to be futile. Werewolves were much stronger and faster than your average human. He stood no chance at defending himself within this environment... even if he could stay awake all night long. He could try; but it would all end with the same outcome. 

The werewolf would gain him as a beta.

His heart was racing a mile a minute as he was rooted to the spot. Was this what it was like to stare death in the face? When the wolf lunged for his legs he didn't have time to react. Toppling to the ground as the wolf stole his balance. Was this how it would all end?

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