Malachy stood at the base of the steps leading up to and aged looking but nice victorian style house with a frount porch and porch swing. Malachy wore white shirt an black button up shirt and blue Jeans. On his feet he wore a new pair of black and white sneakers, and in his hand he had a shiny brass key. In fact everything looked nice and new on him. He had just went on a spending spree, now that he felt like a new man he thought he needed an new look as well.
His new house was a nice one, having viewed it prior he found that it had two floors and a basement. 1 mater bedroom with bathroom as well as a bathroom on each floor. There where three the bedrooms a kitchen. It was really nice for a home. And Malachy couldn't wait to check out his new home and officially become the neighborhood watch dog.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Jun 15, 2012 10:26:00 GMT -5
The Neighborhood sucked. It was so unbelievably boring, he could barely remember the reason on which he even came back. He had been out of the country for so long, picking up on the studies he'd forgotten to turn up for back at school. It wasn't something he particularly enjoyed but so far taking out half-hearted jobs every now and again wasn't keeping him all that comfortable. Still! He was Shadonious Clearwater. Something would come along in the end.
Wandering down the street back to Erin's tiny stupid little shack of an apartment, Shadow kicked a chunk of broken cobble down the paving in front of him; hands shoved deep into his pockets with head hunched to try and avoid squinting in the light. Man, his eyes were never going to get used to the sun here in Spain. Brushing aside a few strands from his mop of hair as the rock skimmed off to one side, the wizard caught a flash of white in the corner of his eye; starting and inadvertedly stubbing his toe on edge of the pavement.
Holy mother of that son of a b-...
Mal? Was that even Malachy?
Cringing with some fur of a curse words, Shadow leant against the porch; staring up at the house with a frown. "What the hell, Mal?" he stared up at the house, "What did y'just get rich over night or something?" Well, sure, at least some part of the family (even if it was a part he still wasn't particularly fond of) was managing to keep their head out of debt.
Malachy turned at the familiar voice. He grinned arrogantly at Shadow. Being a slytherin he would recognize the go-to pureblood response. "Unlike some families mine happens to to have an affluent pure-blood. A pity other less magical families are so less fortunate they have to live in shacks like that." He nodded to the house shadow had been headed to. He couldn't miss this chance to jab at shadow's pride.
He then turned back towards the house and noticed the small flower gardens. "So what brings you here?" He asked As he pulled a few seeds out of a small bag the bad was labeled 'munkshood'. with a flick of his wand he gouged te earth and the h through the seeds into the open ground. as wild as wolfsbane usually was he hoped that the flowers didn't need any special care or he would have to spend even more money for his monthly potion.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Jun 17, 2012 8:08:29 GMT -5
Leaning against the porch frame to try and massage some of the pain out of his foot, Shadow's eyes narrowed a little at his cousin's sneering response; keeping his lips pressed firmly together with a slight glare. Right. Yeah. Pure-blood. As always Malachy knew exactly which threads to tug when he wanted to bring Shadow crashing back down to the ground with a bang. Of course, it had always been that way, hadn't it? Ever since that first day when he might has well have just strolled right into the school and taken his wand straight off the bat. Whatever. In his excellent opinion, blood had nothing to do with it anymore... Mal was just a dick.
"I'll stick to shacks, thanks. Wouldn't want to be making you look bad, would we?" he mumbled, lowering his foot back down to the ground and shooting him a small smile blatantly laced with sarcasm.
Hah 'shack'.
He hoped Erin fucking ate him.
Glancing past him to the house, Shadow shrugged, jumping up on to the porch to inspect the building closer. "Oh, you know..." he sighed, rearranging the mess of hair upon his head in the reflection through a window, "Just doing my daily good deed and visiting all the little people." He eyed Malachy pointedly, dropping his smile as his glassy stare fell momentarily to the label of the bag in his hand. 'Munkshood'....? Sounded pretty grim. "So are you showing me around or what?"
Malachy had no love of blood status, but he just loved rubbing this cat the wrong way. Malachy's senses where not as enhanced as his lupine form's but he could still smell something very unpleasant on shadow. He must hang with a forsaken creature of some kind, and that guess was a shot in the dark. He was too unfamiliar with his new strengths to even begin to identify smells and sounds especially in this weaker human form.
"I could i guess." He said "But then i'd have to think of how bad it would make me look." He said just to mess with him, but then Malachy had been thinking on things for the past few years since his change. and it was time to reform some alliances. When he thought of all his school friends he saw nothing but tools for him to access when he saw fit. He had always harassed Shadow in the past, mostly, he decovered, because he was your tradition Slytherin, and he needed to keep as much space between the two world if he wanted to have trustworthy tools at his disposal.
And now, with his new job he needed more alliances then tools. Mal put his hand in his pocket and tapped his wand and in his pocket another wand appeared he pulled that one out. Shadow Would recognize it instantly, after all it was his. Malachy tossed the wand to it's original owner.
"The wolf'sbane is for fresh potions ingredients, and that wand is yours again. Mayor Mustang charged me with a job. And I'm going to need extra eyes. If you see a werewolf or lycan that doesn't have White fur, A I would steer clear of him as he may be a cold-blooded Murder. But if you do see a white werewolf I suggest you stay out of it's way."
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