Elsie!
One should note, that you should never get bitten by a werewolf. It tended to ruin your life. Well, most aspects of your life. Elliot mused silently as he flipped through the muggle newspapers, looking for temporary job openings. He'd always been a hard worker, enjoying moving up in the world and being someone's boss. That was the kind of Gryffindor Elliot was, the bossy-sort. So when he'd been bit, nearly killed, he'd thought that maybe life really was over, he'd decided that maybe being in charge wasn't everything. Maybe he could just, you know. Live alone on a hilltop and never enter society again.

Of course----of course he couldn't do that, he had his father, he had his son, he had Eliza, he had Elsie. Elsie, Elsie, Ellsinore Branstone who was now Ellsinore Alderton because for some reason, a reason Elliot still couldn't understand, she'd still wanted to be with him after he'd been turned, she'd even wanted to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him. Him. Elliot, the werewolf.

She was why he continued to jump from job to job. Elliot liked to have another one up before he got fired for missing days, for being too sick. It made him feel better, really---not being fired, but starting fresh every few months. It didn't help the bills, or give them much time out for fun, but---it was better than the alternative, right?

He heard the click of the door and Elliot looked up, smiling as his wife finally returned from her long excursion. Elliot shut the paper and let out a breath, eyebrows high, "I've got chicken, mashed potatoes, and penne alfredo all ready to go in the kitchen. Be impressed."