It had been a decent time since Willow had been anywhere near the coffee shop. Last time Willow had been in the tunnel, zombies had been on a rampage, so she was glad to see the shop open and unterrorized.
A pang of guilt hit her.
She'd been employed here, and it had been a good long while since she'd even seen the shop, nevermind...worked. Willow wondered if Fuu would even recognize her. The young lycan slipped into the shop, glancing around with guilty expressions.
Willow wasn't sure whether to write an apology note, order a cup of coffe or try to be a waitress again. Instead she sat on a stool and waited to be noticed. Eck. Boredom. Guilt. Fantastic.
Phugsius opened the door to the coffee shop hoping to see the cute mass of red hair that was Fuu. Unfortunately as he entered he saw that she must not have been around being that the shop seemed almost empty. His hopes of seeing the shop keeper and ordering a coffee sank.
His emerald eyes did take in the sight that was Willow sitting on a stool, however. Conversation at this point was most definately required as she had probably noticed him. He quickly adjusted his Dragonscale cloak and and took a seat next to Willow. What would he say? "Oh, hi, how's being a lycan?" -NOM NOM NOM- An image flashed into his mind of Willow taking a cunk out of his head.
No thanks, let's try something simpler.
"So I see you're out and about, are you trying to hit on Fuu too?" he joked. Maybe that would dissuade her from any idea of physical harm toward him.
Willow glanced up as the door opened, getting a strong whiff of a person she didn't know whether to be happy to see or not. The lycan stared at the Slytherin Prefect for a minute. Last time she'd seen him, he'd been practicing elementalism, and she had bolted before getting her questions answered. She shouldn't be surprised to see him. Triangle Tunnel was moderately dangerous at times. Phug seemed to live for danger.
She stared at him for a few seconds, a faint smile working its way onto her face. "Hey Phug. Na, I'm gonna see if my job still exists."
The lycan pushed off the counter, studying him the way she might study a rabbit who'd invaded her den. He was a curious figure, Phugsius. Willow had been tempted to eat him once, back in Slytherin Dormitories when he'd tried to block her from Shadonious. The thought struck her funny. "Did you really think I was gonna eat Shadonious back in the dorms, that time?"
It was rather random to bring up, but it was a question. She was interested in his answer. Willow hadn't lost control since Erin, yet everyone seemed to think she was dangerous.
Oh hell, being a lycan made her dangerous all the time.
But there wasn't a full moon anytime soon, and Willow wasn't very hungry. She watched Phugsius with pale green eyes, a flicker of silver in the depths. He was going to be quite something when he worked up to his potential. Assuming he survived that long.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Sept 9, 2009 17:46:30 GMT -5
His eyes were emblazoned with intrigue as he spoke. "So you worked here did you? With Fuu, I assume?" He let a slight grin tug at the corner of his lips. He had to admit Fuu was cute, and she did spark his interest, but he didn't know if he could stay interested in a girl so free spirited, who could rarely be found. Truly there was a difficulty there.
Phugsius was a bit taken a back when Willow asked him about the events in his dorm room. Was he afraid she was going to eat Shadonius? His face contorted into a contemplative expression, while his eyes glanced around the room almost as if he was searching for an answer or a memory. "Well, I didn't know if you were going to eat him, but he was scared for some reason and I figured we had you out numbered in any case. I understand one on one in a fight wizards chances against a lycan or even a vampire may be slim, but if you throw in another wizard it suddenly becomes an overwhelming chance of victory for the wizards. That's if the wizards are competant, however"
He glanced over the counter for a moment debating whether he could make Some coffee and leave money to pay for it, "Also, despite Slytherin being a house full of dishonest cheaters and cunning liars, you have to feel some loyalty to your house... and your bothersome house mates. That's why I feel that Shadow will come back some day to visit, he may still be a pain in the ass though. Malachy, however, I sincerely pray stays away from Firefox university for a long time" he scowled at his most recent memory of his last encounter with Malachy.
"I guess if I just found out one of my friends and my relative were monsters, I'd be a little flipped too," Willow muttered, glancing back down at the counter top. She was steadily sinking back into her gloom again, never a good thing. At the mention of Malachy however, a different expression appeared on her face.
Distaste.
"Now Malachy, I would eat him. If I wasn't worried he'd give me indegestion," Willow said with the hint of a growl, canines hooking over her bottom lip. A hint of a laugh rippled in her voice. "He doesn't know when to shut up, does he?"
"I don't eat people, as a rule. Erin was-"
She broke off. Phugsius could report her. She'd go to jail for confessing what she'd done to Erin. What she had almost done. The lycan glanced up at Phugsius, trying to find a new subject. "So prefect, right? Congrats. How is the mischief?"
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Sept 13, 2009 8:08:56 GMT -5
Excellent, Willow disliked Malachy as well! Her face clearly showed it. Then his eyes lit up immediately at the mention of eating Malachy. "You should devour the little pest. I come in to try and help with his shop, while sending a few witty remarks to Morgan, and the bloke threatens to rip my intestines out. Really, you should try. I'll take care of his ring and you can just go to town!" He looked both excited and completely serious at the mention of this idea, really serious.
"I don't eat people, as a rule. Erin was-"
"Erin, who-" He was cut off.
"So prefect, right? Congrats. How is the mischief?"
What was it with him and mischief that got people asking questions? He never really did anything mischievous... Well, there was the whole burning the green house down thing, and possibly the fact he'd looked like a twelve year old boy for a few weeks. All the various fights and disagreements he'd gotten into with Lucius, Konrad, Morgan, that nephilim guy, Roan, Malachy, Chika, and Ashelle. He paused for a moment to try to think up any more he may have forgotten... oh right, Sylph.
Then there was Niobe... she'd up and disappeared... again... You'd think a girlfriend would at least write, especially after their escapade in the green house, and the rose crisis... he still felt a bit bitter about that. Not to mention all that nosferatu business on the dueling field. Elementalism saved him there, but his elementalism generally gave him trouble too, sending him sprinting out of class rooms with attractive teachers in them... Wow, Phugsius was a trouble maker.... he stared blankly for a thoughtful moment as he let his discovery sink in... but it's not like he did it on purpose right? People acted like it was some hobby of his, or atleast Felix and Willow did.
He came back to his senses after all that thinking... "What mischief?" he said laughing, "I haven't really been up to much besides going to classes, pissing people off, and then going to train my fire elementalism. I try to at least get a session in every day..." he let the last word linger for a moment on his breath. "So what's the deal with you and Felix? Not talking anymore?"
Willow grinned a little cheekily. "Malachy would give me indigestion, I'm sure. Besides, I'm not going to jail for that."
There was plenty she could go to jail for, and only Ashelle knew. The new Head Girl seemed to have up and disappeared, so there was nothing to worry about now...The young lycan just stared at him. He honestly didn't seem to think he had alot of mischief.
"You're in trouble all the time. Hunting vampires, I here." She grinned weakly at him. "I have ears all over, pal. Don't go biting off more than you can chew..."
And Erin...Whoops, slip of the tongue. Phugsius didn't need to know about that, not yet or not ever. Preferably. Willow wasn't sure what she would do if he brought it up again.At the mention of Felix, Willow slumped forward on the table, staring at nothing. Felix. Felix=talking=bringing up Torrid=Willow depression.
She sighed heavily. "It's complicated. It's not that...I don't not want to be friends with Felix, I just...things come up that I don't...really want to discuss."
If she'd been in wolf form, her ears would have been flat and her tail between her legs. Now she was just rather droopy. Just talking about not talking to Felix made her think of Torrid. So much, gone. Why had she told him? Or why hadn't she told him sooner? "I have a...friend. We were really close." Her eyes flickered. "He didn't know what I was. And I told him."
"I think he hates me."
Willow didn't know what else to say. That's all there was too it, really. Torrid hated her. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Post by Erin Drayton on Sept 30, 2009 14:55:14 GMT -5
Now to all who failed to how pup-Bowie worked, Erin was quite fond of his siress and had taken to following her around more often than not. Of course this habit had dwindled quite a bit since his initial 'welcome' to the lycan world and he had learnt fairly quickly that even in a pack you required some solitude, but it was hard not to be intrigued when ou were used to spending time around someone and they up and vanished. Oh, and there was that little thing their Alpha had declared in warning against those human-types.
Anyway, Erin wasn't actually following Willow today. He simply noticed that she was not around the woods that morning, and had decided to take a small trip out himself. Sure, her scent may have accidently lured him towards the Triangle Tunnel, and accidently through the same streets. But he had absolutely not one single small idea that she was going to be inside that coffee shop exactly when she was!
...
Fine, he was following her.
Today, dressed in muggle attire of his traditional silver, black and blue, the only out-of-the-ordinary piece to his appearance was the small ribbon-bows hovering just above his fringe; where the straight strands separated into the wild, messy, trademark of his ebony and blond streaked hair. That wasn't a personal choice, though. He'd visited the school earlier to check in on his youngest niece, that quite hufflepuff, Azreallia, who barely showed up anywhere. She took that oppertunity to play dress-up with this life-size doll that was Erinelle Drayton, and as he was un-able to perform magic - he didn't much fancy his chances of getting them out anytime soon. There were some difficult tangles there, afterall.
The puppy's ears burned as he silently let his onyx gaze flicker around the coffee house. He smiled a little, attempting to flatten his hair and hide the glittery bows with an oversized tril-hat which somewhat managed to give him the appearance of the mad-hatter. Willow was talking to some human boy. He hesitated for a moment, listening from nearby before he strode over in quick, light bounds. She was talking like he knew, so that's okay. Also, they mentioned him. He wanted in.
"Hey, mama," he shot her a small lopsided smirk as he drummed his fingers atop of his sire's head in greeting. He would've jumped up and knawed her ear, but somehow he figured that would be a tinsy bit inappropriate, so the drumming fingers and humming 'ba-da-dap-da's would have to do.
A whispering growl lodged itself at the back of Erin's throat as he caught Willow's last words, his expression drooping somewhat in pain for her. He knew a little about what had happenned at the dance, but he wasn't one to go prying into her business (outside of stalking) and didn't wish to intrude on her feelings. Instead of making comment, he stretched his arms above his head before resting them in a fold against the countertop and leaning his head upon them to look at the student boy with a wrinkled nose.
Frowning, he placed the boy's scent to memory and inwardly scrutinized his fiery-nonsence talk from when he had listened before.
.....weirdo.
[ooc: ...I honestly do not know whether -any- of that made sense >< ]
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Sept 30, 2009 19:25:19 GMT -5
"Well, it's a good thing you were the one that told him. He might have thought you were trying to bite him or doing something underhanded if someone else had..." His eyes caught Willows for a moment in an attempt to look understanding and then darted awkwardly away.
What did he know? He hardly knew Willow at all aside from her prancing around with Felix. There was also the incident on the dueling field. Normally anyone finding common ground with vampires would have been an easily detestable offense: however; it seemed the relative peace of this area had calmed him. There was no longer the feeling of burning hate that normally sprung up in him at the mere mention of the night stalkers. Their absence seemed to quench his undying hatred for them. It also might have been the emotional training he was undergoing to control his emotions more effectively. He was trying to avoid incidents like in his divinations class... how embarrassing...
Seeming to bring a change of topic was this queer... he couldn't know what to call it. He didn't think queer as in fruity beyond all belief (but that may very well have been the case). No, just the sheer weirdness of this fellow made his stomach lurch in ways untold. His dress, his demeanor... It was uncomfortable to say the least. He apparently knew Willow. Again, this was a tad bit unsettling. Was he a lycan? Certainly a possibility. Were all the male lycans this flamboyant? His mind wandered for a moment and envisioned the widely feared Fenris Fenrir meeting with all the lycans discussing business in dresses and hats with ribbons and make up.
"Yar, me hearties", the leader would bellow fearlessly with two pink ribbons adorning his black hair and a tutu his hairy midsection along with his rumored eye patch, "We be losin' too much territree to those scaliwag vampires! Harness our cannons and we'll fire back, mateys! For the woods!" The intimidating Fenrir raised his hand adorned with rings, bracelets, and various odd jewels. The similarly fruity dressed pack followed suit raising their pink bracelets.
Quickly coming back to reality Phugsius shook his black bangs out of his face and the blank stare that often crossed daydreamers faces vanished. The creepy, assumedly lycan, friend was staring at him like he was the weirdo.
"He still hates me," Willow mumbled, rubbing her temple.
God, she was so stupid. Maybe Felix should have told him. Ugh.
Willow's thoughts did a complete one-eighty as someone came up behind her, rapped there fingers on her head. The lycan almost spun in her seat and knocked him to the floor. All depressing thoughts were gone. Erin was here, in all his....ribboned...glory. What. The. Hell.
She watched Phugs sink into that Nowhere that was daydreaming and found herself wondering what he was thinking about. Something amusing, by the gleam in his eye. She didn't realize he was staring till he snapped back to the present.
After a beat, she returned her look to Erin. Her...son. He was older than she was. The whole situation was weird. Willow tugged at one of his locks, frowning. "What are you wearing?" she demanded. He looked rather helpless, and he smelled like the school. He'd been on the grounds. The she-wolf sighed and started pulling at one of the ribbons. "Tell me if I pull something out."
Finally, she managed to get one of the ribbons out. Lovely. "Oh forget it, if you walked all the way here like that..."
Then she remembered Phugs. Oh yeah. He was smart, he'd put two and two together. Maybe. Willow decided to get formalties out of the way. She jabbed Erin in the chest. "You have the best timing." Pulling him over by one wrist, she faced him to Phugsius. "Phugsius, this is Erin Drayton."
ooc- I am pleased to inform you the muse is returning at the speed of cold syrup.
Post by Erin Drayton on Oct 9, 2009 11:39:29 GMT -5
Erin had eventually come to the conclusion that he had a total of three growing personality traits. The first would have been the high-on-drugs and smoke junkie who spent his days sneaking out of the school or keeping various splifs and syringes under his bed. This person had brought him to meet with the werewolf Seth. The second was the typical ravenclaw nerd, with a deep desire to know everything around him and be as helpful a carer as he could to those around him. This had brought him to Willow. The third had somewhat developed since Willow's little accident (what a pleasant thought for a 'child' to think). The third had become light-spirited, eager to show off and enjoy what he had been gifted with.
Though that childish puppy had gained him more than enough scoldings from Roan and on occasion Grampa Fen-Fen.
Today it was the second Erin that had yanked him up to the castle grounds and earned him those ribbons. Scowling a bit with a pout, the lycan rolled his eyes in amusement at the she-wolf's demand, "I seem to have become somewhat a dolly for Azreallia," he smiled, grimacing a bit as Willow began tugging the ribbons out. "Ombre's sister," he added, quite aware that it was unlikely either knew who she was.
"Give me a littl- Ouch, stoppit! Give me a little credit, I'm not honestly into pretty bows and stuff.... Willow! Gerrof..." Muffling somewhat as he tried to bat his friend's hand away, wincing a bit as she finally untangled a single ribbon and darting his hand up to rub the spot where it still stung. Stupid freaking girl stuff.
'You're really starting to act like my mom, you know... You'll be giving me pocket money next.'
Winking with a sly grin to the female, Erin uttered a small puppy yelp as she jabbed and yanked him around to face the human-kid. His onyx eyes washed over this Phugsius lad for a moment before he pursed his lips in thought. "You're kinda odd, kiddo," he grinned, "In a good way."
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Oct 21, 2009 17:09:50 GMT -5
Odd? He was odd?
Phugsius gave the strangely dressed male lycan a sarcastic look. "Yes, because wearing ribbons and running around playing dress up is SO normal, Erin" A sly smile crossed Phugsius' face. He shouldn't have been smiling though. He was stuck in this coffee shop with two lycans and Fuu wasn't anywhere to be seen. "Well, it looks like Miss Fuu isn't around. I'll leave you two to talk about whatever you lycan folk discuss when humans aren't around" This was an obvious jest toward his previous rump raider Fenrir thought tirade. "Twas a pleasure meeting you, Erin. Willow, Adieu" With a swift bow Phugsius turned to leave the shop.
(Sorry, I really didn't know how to respond to the previous posts :\)
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