Who: Lydia Proudfoot and Fenrir Greyback
What: They scare the shit out of some kids. .....you think I'm kidding
Where: Fenrir's complex
It wasn't that Lydia Proudfoot was missing Fenrir. No, she had plenty of other people to entertain her sufficiently, men and women alike. She wasn't at his door with her arms crossed in a rather summery (read: skimpy) dress, tapping her foot against the floor while she waited for him to open up. Nope.
Despite the fact that she'd been on several shoots in the past few weeks, she hadn't gotten any trace of a tan. Granted, that came from the wonderful sunblock potion that she used on a regular basis. She smoothed a hand through her hair and attempted to figure out just what she was doing here while simultaneously hoping that Fenrir would open the door so she could stop thinking about that. She had enough on her mind with Darren deciding to give it an honest go with his girlfriend and with Cass' husband woes.
Holy fuck he hated his neighbors. On the far side of the flat Fenrir was busy pounding the ceiling with a broom, trying to get the noise from above to stop. It was a couple of muggle university students, just constantly being loud, twenty-four fucking seven. He'd already gone up there and roared, but their glazed eyes told him that they hadn't registered a word he said; he was starting to believe that they saw him as some sort of figment of their imagination.
The knock on the door was a welcome noise, and Fenrir sent one last glare up at the ceiling before throwing the broomstick down behind the couch and hurrying over to the door. Being bored and with little to do but to keep things...quiet (January had gone horribly bad, and even Fenrir could tell that he needed to keep out of trouble for a bit before having his fun again) had seemingly calmed him, and with the moon so far away, it was an odd sight and feeling to be so relaxed.
He opened the door with a loud yawn, which slid immediately into a wide grin at the sight of Lydia, "Well hullo," Fenrir said, eyebrows going high.
"Did it ever occur to you that your neighbours might have been less likely to be so bloody loud if you didn't bang on their floor with a broom?" She arched her own brow as she breezed past him into the apartment without invitation, regardless of what the state of the inside might've been, "Or is it that they're fucking like rabbits? I could fix that." Particularly because it was a hobby of hers, breaking up couples that obviously weren't serious enough to last in the long run. Clearly she was doing them a favor.
No, she still wasn't going to give an excuse for her visit. She glanced over her shoulder at Fenrir as she turned around, perching an expectant hand against one of her hips. She was all-too aware that he'd been eerily quiet since the problems that had arisen in January, and she wondered how long it could possibly last. It was good to see him, oddly enough.
He waved an annoyed hand up at the ceiling, frowning deeply,
"Apparent-fucking-ly!" he said, clearly annoyed. "I even went up there but they're too fucking stoned to notice what's going on." Fenrir shook his head, straggly hair getting in the way. He hadn't bothered drying it from the shower earlier, and with the humidity it was getting a bit annoying. He slapped a hand to his head to smooth it down, realizing for the first time that he hadn't seen Lydia in a bit. He wondered for a moment why she'd come, but then thought better of asking; it was never a bad thing to see her, so he simply pushed the door further open with his back, leaning lazily against it.
"I've got---tea." Which was basically all he had, and Fenrir rolled his eyes to the ceiling to try and force himself to remember to go food shopping. Going so very long without having to worry about being fed was taking an obvious toll on the man, he knew he'd lost some weight, and Fenrir was beginning to think that leaving his parents' house was going to be the death of him. Did you know how much shit there was to do when you had to survive on your own?
"Stoned?" Yes, that was the word that caught her attention most. She pursed her lips into a tight, amused line. "I'm sure they would be far more perceptive to your demands if we removed the source of their joy." Lydia slipped forward to bring a hand through his hair and then smirked. "And perhaps some tea after that." Was she suggesting that they go upstairs for an impromptu raid? Maybe.
Was it really all that horrible an idea, though? She doubted he had much to eat and if they could steal from the little bastards upstairs, it was likely they'd be able to get away with it. Your memory went a bit pear-shaped when you were stoned enough, Lydia knew that. She'd been relatively curious about the effect that Fenrir's little condition would have on drug metabolism, anyway. What better way to test it out?
"If you're up to it, of course." Because what better way to make someone do what you wanted than to question their manhood?
Fenrir's tongue ran across his top row of teeth as a wicked grin slid onto his face. He winked quickly at Lydia and didn't bother to put on his shoes as he closed the door behind him as they entered the hall. He knew what room number it was, he'd gone up there a few times; if anything, you could hear the pounding music through the door and it had taken him so much bloody effort not to blow it off its hinges. Fucking hell---it was the first time in his long life as a werewolf that he was annoyed by it; with growing restrictions, he'd had to register his new place and because it was surrounded by muggles it seemed like every bit of magic caused an owl to swoop in with a warning letter.
"C'mon," he let out in a rumble, padding down the hall to the stairwell. It was a rather nice complex, if he ignored the idiot muggles, but there wasn't much more to complain about than that. He was on the second floor out of three, and there was a swimming pool. Not that he could ever see himself actually going for a dip, but he liked to tell people that he could, and brag about what he had.
Lydia, for her part, had taken note of the pool when she had first come in. Perhaps she'd have a dip of her own later on if the time permitted for it. She followed behind him down the hall and up the stairs, waiting for him to point out exactly the door that they were going to be visiting. She was entertaining the thought of simply seducing whoever was inside, but she assumed that poor Fenrir would benefit more from a good old-fashioned frightening. It was dreadful to have to deal with these muggles, she could imagine.
"Do try not to do anything rash, darling." She grinned, placing her hand on the man's arm for a moment and then nodding to the door. He could bloody well knock, as she wasn't about to touch the door unless she had to. Honestly, he could at least have put on shoes...
He wasted no time pounding on the door with his fist, hard and heavily. These fucking twist were going to be scared out of their bloody mind---well, Fenrir wasn't exactly sure what Lydia was intending to do, because even with his roaring and cursing the couple didn't seem at all fazed by him. Which was admittedly a strange feeling, and had left him in a bit of a funk when he went back to his flat. But, Lydia was definitely a woman to be reckoned with; he didn't know of anything she wasn't capable of doing (besides you know. All the crazy shit the Dark Lord got up to.) and was interested in how she was going to handle the situation.
No--he wasn't at all annoyed by the fact that he couldn't fix this problem on his own. Fenrir, as much as he hated the expression, was still in the sulking puppy mindset, and with Montague focusing on his new baby, there wasn't any one that would give him anything to do. Because--the Dark Lord, he wouldn't speak to him, and Fenrir sure as hell wasn't going to attempt another big deal without the directions of an official death eater.
The door opened and it was the boy. Fenrir hated that they were probably some university students, this kid looked like a bloody third year at Hogwarts.
"What?" he asked in a slow, low tone, a yawn escaping his mouth. Fenrir growled and clenched his fists.
Lydia grinned, pressing past Fenrir and sliding his hand down the boy's chest once she was nearly nose to nose with him. She licked her lips and then spoke ... well, rather quietly, "You ... have some drugs, man?" A moment later she shifted to the side, hip cocked while she waited. Yes, this was definitely going to be a fun little game for the both of them. "Because I hear you're acting like a little prick ... and I'm sure that has to have something to do with it. You seem like a charming boy."
Right, about as charming as a load of bricks. She glanced over the boy's shoulder to look for the girl -- she'd need to see this if they were going to start a fight, after all -- then while the two were going at it they could swipe the drugs, maybe some food ... and get the hell out of there.
Fenrir was nearly ready to burst with excitement; mostly at hearing Lydia's sultry voice, watching her hands move. If he hadn't known she was playing a game, then he would have gotten riled up in a more violent manner, but knowing that this was going to lead to some interesting developments kept him from reacting. He was playing the good bodyguard, or whatever he was, standing stiff and tall behind her, expression unwavering.
"Leeeeeeooooon," a voice called from inside the flat. The boy, Leon, turned for a moment and then looked back at Lydia, gulping.
"Erm---yeah----yeah, we've got---one sec, Crystal," he said over her shoulder before nodding into the flat for Lydia and Fenrir to follow. Fenrir tugged quickly at the thin strap of her dress, a gesture of approval, before he followed her inside. The flat was bare save for the rather large amount of posters on the wall. Fenrir's eyes bugged slightly at how colorful they all were, and how some of them seemed to be moving. But--no, he was sure that there weren't any other wizards in the complex, and blamed the circular shapes of the images.
The girl, Crystal---she stood wrapped up in a thin sheet in the doorway of what Fenrir assumed to be the bedroom. She looked to be a bit more aware of her surroundings and stared suspiciously at the group, "Who're you?"
She trotted into the apartment with Fenrir in tow, glad to see that he was just barely restraining himself from reacting to the situation in front of them. Once the girl stepped into the room, she arched her brow. "I," and Lydia ran her hand down the middle of 'Leon's' back, "am Leon's new little ... friend. I'm sure you could get something for us, Leon ... isn't that right?" Lydia was practiced at making men do what she wanted, and the fact that he was young and high just made it easier for her.
Lydia was slowly forming a plan in her mind -- she was thinking about exactly what she could get from these people -- and the first thing she'd need to do was screw the couple. Maybe she'd get violent, but ... that was Fenrir's department, not her own. She smirked, watching the reactions from the two kids carefully to gauge her next move.
"Leon," the girl hissed, and the boy hesitated greatly, turning around to face Lydia, even though he stumbled. Fenrir crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head, and licked his lips at Crystal, who huffed greatly and stormed back into the bedroom. Geez. If two random people (though he wasn't so random anymore) came into his flat and the bird was flirting and---yeah, no, no storming off, so Fenrir took the initiative and cut the girl off, blocking her way back.
"Mmm," he started with a shake of his head. He was a lot bigger than her, so it was easy to be, and to tell, that he was intimidating her, "No, no--I think you're wanted out here, actually."
His eyes looked over the top of her head and toward Lydia, looking oh-so-very serious.
Lydia arched a brow when Fenrir cut the girl off, letting her lips twitch into a smile. "Quite right, dear. Now then, Leon..." She trailed a hand through her hair absently and leaned forward to glance at the teenage boy, "So, you were saying that you have something...for us?" She shifted again expectantly, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting. Hopefully he didn't keep her waiting too long, since she wasn't particularly ... patient.
"You wouldn't want my companion here to get angry."
It didn't take long for the kid to figure out that they meant business; Leon sprinted across the flat and began rummaging through one of kitchen drawers presumably searching for a hidden stash. Fenrir took a few steps forward, intimidating the girl to walk back---they must have just been getting off of their high, as the last time he'd come and roared they were nearly rolling on the floor giggling. Now, well, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that she looked fucking terrified of the large man looming dangerously over her.
"Here! Here---yo, man, I just----here," he nearly threw a red knitted bag at Lydia, causing it to rattle and shake; ooh, they had some interesting stuff in there, and Fenrir grinned. Pumping his chest out quickly, he caused Crystal to let out a shriek and dodge around him and into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
"If you weren't so loud," Fenrir growled, coming around Lydia to stare down at the boy, "then maybe you wouldn't attract such trouble."
Leon trembled, eyes going back and forth between the two, and he let out a whimper of a nod.
"As much as you've been accomodating, Leon..." She took the bag and tucked it into her purse with a smirk, "I think you should listen to him, as he's giving rather good advice. Besides, if this were to happen again and I came up here ... we've taken all of your drugs, so you'd have nothing to entertain us with except your deaths." Lydia laughed delightedly and resisted the urge to shake her purse before she turned to Fenrir again, running a fingertip down his arm.
"We might get going before the poor thing pisses himself," she suggested. That wasn't something that she wanted to think about cleaning up even now.
