Fenrir: You know… if you want to hide someone… get yourself a better poker face.
Fenrir: *chuckles* You’ve been looking everywhere… except for riiiight…
Sirius: *struggles to remain conscious*
Fenrir: *grins and licks the blood from Remus’s neck*
Fenrir: *laughs* They taste good.
Remus: *snarls* You sick bastard!
Fenrir: *quietly* They haven’t attacked.
They don’t have a wand do they?
Remus: *chokes as the collar tightens, holding him in place*Sirius!
Remus: *screams* SIRIUS RUN!!!
Sirius: *scrambles to his feet as Fenrir comes flying around the corner*
Fuck that.
Fenrir: *the spell hits him with an explosion of red light and he blacks out*
Fenrir: *stirs, bound to a chair* *looks around groggily*
Sirius: There you go, you can take it off now.
Sirius: *spots Fenrir * Ah, there he is.
Fenrir: *glares at Sirius*… There he is.
Sirius: Morning sunshine.
Fenrir: *turns to Remus* Told you… Pathetic… *spits at Sirius* You wizards are useless without your little sticks.
Sirius: *shrugs* Hey, beggars can’t be choosers… and this beggar carries a pretty big stick, thank you.
Big enough to beat you down anyway. *smirks*
Sirius: You alright Rem?
Sirius: Want me to deck him for you, Mr. Poker-Face?
Sirius: Aw, c’mon… just let me bitch slap him a few times.
Fenrir: You should let him try it.
Remus: Go to hell.
Fenrir: *grins and licks his teeth* Bet his hands are soft.
Sirius: I’m right here you know. Why don’t you try addressing me, and my soft hands, directly?
Fenrir: *grins* I definitely like your friend.
Fenrir: I thought that’s what Remus was? The Order’s little bitch… fighting for a side that will never see him as anything more than a half-bred freak.
Sirius: That’s bullshit.
Fenrir: Is it? Which side is passing laws making it impossible for your little pet to find a job? Which side makes him register so people can openly piss on him?
Fenrir: *viciously* He’s infected… and the Wizarding world doesn’t want his disease roaming free.
Sirius: I’ll just hit him once. Then we can take him back to the Order… with some nice shiny bruises.
It’ll make me feel better to knock a few teeth out. Maybe he’ll stop vomiting garbage.
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