Bittersweet [Seyton]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Don’t let me be misunderstood The Words: 560 The Notes Excited She had never been much for being careless enough to be in a position of trips to the infirmary. The majority of things that Maharet did were calculated and precise, a chess mentality of moving pieces on a playing board all for the sake of greater means, means which were for the ultimate goal of someone else’s vision. It was a bit perverse how the one that seemed to be in control was really nothing more than another player in the game. The last time that she had been to the hospital had been to escort one of the younger students who had gotten a little too idiotic with icy weather and a bit of water on the concrete walkways whose leg had been fractured. A few sweet smiles and tender voices of concern and her civic duty as a Prefect had been done, though on the inside she had been completely irritated with the entire ordeal, had half a mind to trip the boy as he walked and break his bloody leg for good measure, an urge, like so many others, that Maggie resisted. Just her luck the incompetence of the girl next to her in Potions had a wary concoction spilling on her leg scolding Maggie in a rather agonizing way, much like a mild form of acid, which managed to bring tears to even her eyes. The mark that it left on her thigh wasn’t too pleasing to Maggie either and the first thing that sprang into her mind was getting it fixed immediately. The pain wasn’t something that she minded, really it was better than feeling nothing at all- it let you know that you were still alive and Maharet embraced that, but the cosmetic damage that had been done was something that she couldn’t handle. Refusing, a bit sharply, the help of being escorted to the infirmary Maharet took the walk there in solitude to brood about her misfortune. The girl had something coming to her, accident or not, and as usual it was unlikely to come from her own hands. Pain shot up her leg with every step and it did make her a bit weak but Maggie simply gritted her teeth and soldiered on, all the way into the hospital wing, thankful that she was the only patient there. It meant quicker service for her. Taking a seat on one of the beds Maggie drew her legs up onto it too hitching her uniform skirt up higher so that the wound could be seen clearly. Maharet had never been shy about her body and it wasn’t like she was about to start now and she wasn’t all too concerned with how Seyton would fair with it either. Though often times she thought it questionable given his ridiculous rebellious temper tantrum with his father, he was a grown man, it wasn’t like it was anything new to him. Sighing softly her gaze ran over the room taking everything in. ”Oh Seyton!” Maggie called out softly unsure of whether or not he had heard her come in, which should have given his enhanced senses, or if he was even there in the first place. All Maharet knew was that she hoped he didn’t keep her waiting long. Magic did wonders but she also knew that when it came to such things sooner was always better. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

lord of lords, it was a miracle. seyton was actually in a good mood. for once it was easy for him to relax, to clear his mind without it instantly jumping to the worst possible scenarios of the latest drama to enter his life. not that there wasn't any... but there hadn't really been any recent. he'd last encountered his father (and, unfortunately, jaedyn) well before christmas, nearly a month ago as it was in the first week of january yet. his visit to angel at christmas had crashed and burned, but putting that out of his mind was easier than anticipated. jasper was doing well, as far as he could tell (though according to nikki he'd been a bit moody lately, sey figured it was typical of any teenager, let alone one who'd been turned full werewolf roughly a month and a half before), and there hadn't been any major mishaps by any students bringing them rushed to the infirmary in serious condition since christmas break. seyton almost felt like hanging one of those 'accident free for _ days' signs above the door to the infirmary... maybe he was too relaxed.

he was the only nurse on duty today. it was a slow day, no point in everyone being tied up around the infirmary, and as the head nurse sey usually felt he was obligated to stick around most of the time for patients. he rarely took days off, and when he did he generally ended up working in his office anyway, which happened to be what he was doing today. he was shuffling through a stack of research papers on his desk, leaning back in the leather chair he had behind it. the papers were on some new potion a russian alchemist had come up with, one that reportedly might be able to almost completely cure blind eyesight should the final tweaks be mixed out of it. he found it hard to resist the urge to scoff at the papers... magic was an amazing thing, yes, but there were some ailments it could never hope to cure, and blindness was one of them. papers like this seemed to come out every two months, and it was part of seyton's duties to keep himself informed, but they all seemed to fade into obscurity within a few months, replaced by the next 'upcoming miracle cure'. he'd be quite amazed when (if) someone ever came up with one that worked.

it was completely silent in the infirmary, no overnight patients, no other nurses, no nothing. still the nurse had the door to his office closed tight, blocking off his view of the wing that lay beyond. it wasn't like he was put at too much of a disadvantage, his ears could pick out any noises of someone approaching even through the thick mahogany door. one of the few perks of being a werewolf. so it was that the sound of footsteps, too light to be a male, sounded out like a siren to him among the rustling of his papers as he flipped the pages of the research documents. the nurse paused, listening to the footsteps walk across the infirmary, stop, followed by the slight squeak of bedsprings as whoever it was who decided to pay the infirmary a visit took a seat on one of the many beds that lay in the wing. the nurse rearranged the papers in his hands into a nice neat pile, lying them on his desk, and got up to check on whoever it was lay outside the door, almost at its handle when he heard his name called by a familiar voice.

maggie rosier, an old friend of his (of sorts) however weird it was to call a girl eight years his junior his friend. they'd both practically been children at the time, and age mattered little to children. her father had been close with his, so when he'd spent time with fenrir on holidays he usually ran in to the little girl. since effectively splitting himself away from the whole greyback mission thing, sey had only seen maggie around the school, where he knew she was a prefect, and certainly not the little girl he'd once known. the years had treated her well, maturing her into a beautiful young woman, though he didn't know her well enough to say if they had been so kind on her personality. she was a prefect, though, so surely that was a good sign?

he stepped out of his office, letting the door swing shut behind him, and it didn't take him long to spot the seventh year on one of the nearby beds. his eyes were drawn to her legs, where her skirt was hitched up revealing an ugly wound tarnishing the pale skin. "ouch... looks painful, maggie," he murmured as way of greeting, drawing nearer to get a better look at it. glancing at her to sort of ask permission as well as make sure she wasn't about to slap him for doing his job he gently reached forward to lay his finger on the wound, finding it hot to the touch as though it was infected, though it wasn't. "let me guess... potions mishap?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Don’t let me be misunderstood The Words: 678 The Notes Excited The order and sterilization of everything around hit a nerve with Maharet. The décor certainly didn’t hold any of the splendor that her own home did, it wasn’t rich with culture and prestige or anything of the sort but it had that same vibe that her father liked to keep around. Her home wasn’t really a place of living but a fishbowl meant to be shown off, which meant no book was ever out of place, not a speck of dust survived in even the deepest crevices, and the air, though so open and beautiful, was strangling. The neatness of the infirmary gave Maggie that same feeling, like if she breathed too heavily she would disturb something. How Seyton worked in this environment was beyond her. She couldn’t even begin to imagine it and quite frankly didn’t want to. Maharet was under the stifling awareness that some things were better left un-ventured and Seyton Greyback and trying to understand him was one of those things that were off limits to her now, especially with Fenrir wanting him dead. As he walked into the room a small part of her was reminded of how much she had liked him as a child. He had been her major crush when she was little and he had even humoured her with it, always being in good spirits about it rather than doing what so many other older boys would have done laughing and teasing. He had only grown more handsome with time and she found it such a shame that he was estranged from his father. The notion that crossed into her mind seeing him now hadn’t been approved by Fenrir but she knew, if things worked out in her favour, he would give her that praise that had been drilled into her head that she should crave, and crave it she did. If she were to fail and Fenrir found out that she had tried in the first place… well it was best not to think of what would happen. The lapse of time between not knowing him put her at a disadvantage as to how she was to play it off but the instinct that she got told her to be innocent. What was good about no longer knowing Seyton was that he didn’t know her anymore either, which meant he wasn’t completely biased. Maggie sucked in a sharp breath as his finger tenderly touched the wound, her leg drawing up just a bit more, half flinching away and half restraining herself from moving completely out of his reach. She was just human after all and it seemed the thing to do. Her father would have told her to be still, that fidgeting wasn’t appropriate, but with him, Maharet felt, it was okay. Her teeth sunk lightly into her lower lip giving him a small nod of confirmation ”Mhm.”. There weren’t many other reasons why she would have something like that. Sure, she could have been attacked but who in their right mind would do such a stupid thing? No one that Maharet could name. Meeting his gaze she let a tremor of fear coat her demeanor. She wasn’t the same little girl that he had once known, not physically, emotionally, or mentally, but it was surprising easy to hone that long forgotten side of her in his presence. It was kind of like picking up where they left off. In their youth Maharet would had trusted him with everything. ”Please be gentle with me.” It came out so soft and helpless. She wasn’t sure if the statement made her want to laugh or cry. He knew how tough her father was, and he certainly knew what Fenrir was like. Wouldn’t it be obvious to him that every chance she got, that was safe, she'd want a little bit of compassion? Letting a small, almost questionable, smile touch her lips, Maggie didn’t make any effort to hide the fact that she was feeling out where she stood with him, if not putting a twist on it with her façade. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

it was still weird for him these days, seeing people that he got along with in his past and actually considered close to him, but who were now no more than faraway strangers. it was hard not to let his mind wander to what his relationships with all of them, even jasper and echo, would be like were he a completely different person. the thought of himself being one of his dad's little minions was weird enough, let alone how it would have affected everything else in his life. he'd still be pals with jaedyn, angel would have an actual reason to hate him (if he'd even have been involved with her in the first place), zmeyette and him would actually be good siblings, who knew what the case would be with jasper and echo, and he wouldn't be at hogwarts in the first place. he had to say that, as appealing as not having to worry for his life whenever he encountered fenrir sounded, he preferred actually having a brain of his own and not being a monster.

”mhm.” it was kind of cute, actually, how the seventeen year old suddenly looked so unchanged from the child he'd known all those years ago. there was some sort of innocence to her that he hadn't actually expected for her to possess, both because she was seventeen and because, well, of who her family was an who they associated. of course the wound probably hurt like a, well, female dog, so he couldn't blame her for being a little bit timid, but still the feeble little affirmation of his guess was rather amusing, as was what came out of her mouth when she next spoke. ”please be gentle with me.”

he couldn't help but laugh, but it was a warm sort of chuckle, not mocking in any way. he was a nurse, of course it was his job to heal injuries, not cause further harm. besides, he wouldn't dream of hurting maggie, whatever her family was like. from what he could tell she wasn't like her dear old dad at all, so why on earth would he want to harm her? hell, even if she were like fenrir and her dad, he couldn't see himself acting against her. he'd save those sort of actions for the ones who really provoked him. "don't worry, i'll have you out of here in no time," he promised, straightening up and moving away, to the corner of the room where all of his supplies were kept. blistering wounds like this from acidic potions or whatever the cause of her injury was were actually fairly easy to heal. apply some cream, wrap it in gauze, wait fifteen minutes or so, bam, good as new. she'd probably be well enough to go to her next class, though sey was known to always let students stick around the hospital wing a little bit longer than necessary if they desired. hey, he'd been a student once, too. he understood the desire to stay as far away from learning as possible.

seyton rifled through a few drawers, looking for the right supplies, but tried to keep conversation going even as he began to work. when he had first started out in nursing he'd been one of the most boring you could get, too focused on everything he was doing, too paranoid of making a mistake to engage in friendly conversation. luckily after nearly eight years he had learned to relax a fair deal so that he was no longer such a complete bore to his patients. "i bet you scared the hell out of professor swanepoele" he commented with a small grin, assuming that it had been her potion that had done the damage to her thigh. finding the right cream and gauze, he gathered them in one arm and moved back towards the ravenclaw student. "then again, she's probably used to it. if there's any class that something could easily go wrong in, it's potions." most of his patients who were students came from that class... cauldrons blowing up, overflowing, potions going terribly wrong when tested... it was like a minefield waiting to be walked on, especially to younger students just learning magic and potions. seventh year mishaps were rarer.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Don’t let me be misunderstood The Words: 653 The Notes Excited If she was being perfectly honest with herself, which Maharet never was, she kind of liked throwing herself back into the past and showing that sweeter side of her. It was strange that it came so effortlessly to her when one considered the person that she had become. Maggie was all about debauchery and destruction, power and dominance. Nothing about her had been innocent in a long time and the only thing that was pure was her desire for pleasing her father and Fenrir and her own self gratification. Looking Seyton over, carefully, as his laughter sliced the otherwise silent room, there was so much about him that she was curious about. As a nurse it was his job to have a good bedside manner, but there was an underlying meaning behind her quiet plea. She was reminding him, gently, that she knew what he was. Maharet had a way about spotting werewolves that had been learned over the years of growing up around them. There was a certain vibe that came off of them, a primal savagery that with the right buttons pushed could be called out of even the most controlled werewolves. That skill wasn't needed in Seyton's case though, Maharet knew all about what he was beforehand. Her gaze dropped down to the burn on her thigh keeping herself from blinking in those moments that he busied himself with finding the medicine she needed. The effects of that action were favourable allowing tears to form in her eyes. The playful demeanor that Seyton used, she assumed, to keep the mood light was interesting to her. She had a lot to figure out about him before she could use it to her advantage but it was a specialty of hers. Where other followers of Fenrir had the brute strength and raw malicious nature that was respected amongst that community, Maggie was devious and manipulative- she was strategic and took subtler approaches to things. Getting into someone's head and working from within- without the use of magic- wasn't a skill that you came by often. Fenrir was still waiting to change her, Maharet had been claimed as his since birth and while some would have assumed he didn't have the patience to wait to turn her, Maharet had requested the transformation wait until she thought it most opportune. She did well enough without all the extra abilities and for now that was good enough. "She wasn't too pleased. I'm sure there will be a refresher course on potion safety tomorrow." And the girl who had been foolish enough to horse around next to her and spill the potion would be getting her fair share of punishment outside of the school's version. A quick chat with Romulus and it would surely be taken care of. Dabbing her fingertips underneath her eye to wipe away the moisture that had formed there from her tears- such a talented little actress she was- Maharet sniffed. "Seyton..." Maggie needed to play her cards right here and maybe it was too soon to try this particular hand, but she wouldn't make much progress without taking some risks. "Do you remember that time I got lost in Diagon Alley? She had been about six and even after her father had told her not to leave his side she had been drawn away by a street peddler selling daisies from her cart. The fury that had come of the action was clearly etched on her father's face when he spotted Maggie, but Seyton had come through for her. Slipping up next to her in the nick of time and purchasing one of the daisies quickly handing it over to her and taking the blame. Her father had let it go and Fenrir was pleased that Seyton was turning into such a casanova. "I wish you wouldn't have left." It hadn't been all bad. Maybe reminding him of that would help. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

when he'd worked at st. mungo's for the few years he'd spent there, he hadn't told people his name. he'd introduced himself as 'nurse seyton', because the few times that he'd let his last name slip the reactions had ranged from every extreme. one man had begun to, rather excitedly, chat seyton up about his father, babbling in a nonsensical tone about what a great man fenrir was, and seyton had had to slowly back out of the room and send one of his co-workers in to escape. an elderly woman had screamed curses at him in a foreign language, chucking whatever she found near her towards him, and then had proceeded to run to the bathroom and not come out until he was in a room far, far away. most people leaned towards the old woman's reaction, though in varying severity. some made their wariness clear, refused to speak to him more than absolutely necessary, and when they did speak their voices were tense with distrust. others were calmer than the old woman, but still refused to let seyton treat them. he never blamed any of them... the greyback name was well known because of his father, it was only natural for people to distrust him as they might respectfully regard any of the potter offspring. not to say it didn't hurt, but he could understand it.

here at hogwarts he couldn't hide his identity, though. he was labeled as the head of the hospital wing staff, nurse greyback. everyone knew who he was as a member of the school's staff in general. thankfully it seemed that kids were a bit more accepting of werewolves than older adults these days... or maybe he just associated with the right students. there was a werewolf in almost every grade at hogwarts these days, not like the few there had been when he'd been a student. he supposed the world was slowly getting used to the existence of 'monsters' like himself.

"she wasn't too pleased. i'm sure there will be a refresher course on potion safety tomorrow." that sounded about right. the muggleborn professor who ran the potions class was just around seyton's age, but took safety just as seriously as any older professor. as mentioned before, she had to, and he didn't think evangelina would be too pleased about having to reteach one of the most elementary of rules about her class to students who were legal adults in the wizarding world. "have fun," he chuckled, his tone making it clear that he pitied her for having to sit through another lecture on classroom safety when teenager time could be spent on much more appealing things.

"seyton..." he'd been looking at the small beside table next to the bed she was lying on, where he spread out the small amount of supplies he had, but looked back to her at her tone of voice, quickly noticing the damp smear near her eye, as though a tear had been there a moment before. "do you remember that time i got lost in diagon alley?" the nurse nodded, slowly, a slightly faraway look in his eyes and tone as he took part in a bit of a flashback. "i remember." back when things had been just a little bit simpler... what could he say? the little girl, in all of her adorable innocence, had needed some help, and seyton would have hated to see her punished by her dad when it was just childish curiosity that had lured her away. besides, no harm had come of it, her father should have no reason to be frustrated with her, and the small amount of money he had spent on the flower had certainly been worth the smile on the little girl's face. "even back then you had guys spending money on you," he teased with a small smile.

"i wish you wouldn't have left." the smile faded almost immediately from the nurse's lips as he froze, his movements becoming more rigid while he tried not to think back to his time around his father too much. little memories like the one maggie had brought to his mind were great. he'd been happy. truthfully, there weren't many times he hadn't been happy around his family and his father's supporters... uneasy certainly, but unhappy? he'd been uncomfortable at points with his father's ideas, the way the adults around him spoke of muggleborns and some of the bloodtraitor families that seyton knew well at school, but it had been easy to push such uneasiness away because the situations were almost like dreams, he heard of the hatred and plans but never actually had any hit close to home... not until angel. once things had begun to unfold with her he'd gained an entirely new perspective on his father, his followers, and their plans, but when he had been a younger teenager he'd just been happy to belong, to have his dad... the nurse shook his head ever so slightly, more of a mental shake, really. "it couldn't be helped." his tone was guarded, and he refused to meet the ravenclaw's eyes, unwilling to admit to her or himself that there were certain things about his old life that made him wish he hadn't left as well.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Don’t let me be misunderstood The Words: 566 The Notes Excited As nice as it was to see him smile at her again it was a short lived sight. Maharet had craved Seyton gracing her with one of those handsome smiles of his in her formative years and to say that when she saw him around school. Flashing those pearly whites at others she had enjoyed it, keeping an eye out just to get that distant glimpse. She missed him, or at least who he once was. Priorities needed to be sorted here, having him smile at her was amazing but it wasn't what needed to be done. Maggie had made many sacrifices in her life, today was no different. Just the mere thought of having him back was worth it. Seyton wasn't wrong. Maggie did have a way of wrapping males around her little finger. At times she had even thought that Seyton was one of them, maybe not exactly but given time there was the chance that he could have been. That was probably just one of those girlish delusions, an overconfident ideal of her abilities, but Maharet had concerned herself with it. All that matter was that when Seyton had been around her he had seemed happy. The look that crossed his features made it clear that he remembered the day she was talking about. Every visit to his father Maharet had done her best to make them pleasant. It was because she had a crush on him, sure, but did that really even matter? Seyton said that it couldn't be helped, but he was wrong. "One girl outweighs all the others you left behind." A genuine expression of her feelings on the matter was a rarity for Maggie, but the honesty in her tone had never been more believable, never actually was until now. She had felt like Seyton had abandoned everyone that mattered all because of one mistake, a mistake that had been made by only one person, yet so many others had to pay for it. If Maggie had been in Fenrir's position she would have handled it differently and if she had been older she might have been able to keep the situation from getting as out of hand as it had. Even if Fenrir demanded that Angel die he shouldn't have gotten his own hands dirty. Seyton would never have to know, accidents happened all the time after all. It was just one alternative that could have been gone with. Remedying the problem now would be difficult at best, if not fixable at all. So much could have fitted so nicely in there lives if he had never left. Jasper's recent transformation could have gone so much smoother, the confliction amongst the family wouldn't be as intense if exist at all. As selfish as it was, she would have been able to know him. "I've missed you." Her hand reached out resting over top of his to steady his movement in getting everything set up. Maybe it wasn't fair to word it the way she had, it would have been more accurate to say that she missed who he used to be. The message still would get across to him though, hopefully. A reconstitution of a friendship between them wasn't too much to ask. If anything, on the surface, the only one taking risk with it would be her. However Seyton would be taking risk too unbeknownst to him. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

there was officially a little voice in the back of seyton's head nagging him, pestering him, beginning to drive him absolutely insane with its points. for the past eight years it had been easy to focus on the negatives of his lifestyle before he split from the greybacks. to focus on angel and imagine what ifs had made everything seem worthwhile, it had given him something to be able to say he might have had if not for what his father had done. but then... he'd tried that, hadn't he? he'd gone to angel, he'd actually spent the night with her, and it hadn't made a damn difference, it had just made the blow all the harder when she'd effectively kicked him out of her house. he'd thrown his family away, basically shoved a target on his own back, and messed up his life for a girl who didn't want a thing to do with him anymore because she forgot the year they'd spent together and focused on his father instead. damn it... why was he letting his mind wander like this, just because of a little girl from his past?

"one girl outweighs all the others you left behind." the girl whose image came to his mind at maggie's sentence was definitely not her, though her sentence hadn't really been meant literally as far as he could tell. "mhmm, she definitely does," he responded, trying to keep his tone light and pleasant as though it was just typical playful banter, even with the image of his ex in his mind. he didn't know what maggie thought of the way she'd left the greybacks. sure, she seemed sweet right now, but you could never really tell, right? maybe she didn't hate him, but still thought that his devotion to a muggleborn was as stupid as hurling yourself out of a tower. he found it hard to believe, however great the thought was, that she could be completely unprejudiced to muggleborns after being surrounded by the company of her father and seyton's during all her formulative years.

"i've missed you." he was slightly startled by the contact of her hand pressing overtop of his as he was unwrapping the gauze, his hands stilled for a moment, before he gave her a small smile, turning his hand to squeeze hers for a split second and move away. "i've missed you too," he confirmed truthfully. he had. when he'd seen her in the hallways through the years he'd often wanted to stop and chat, but... it was too awkward for him to seek her out. sure, he could do that with his little siblings, but that was because they were his little siblings. maggie was the daughter of his father's good friend. it just wasn't easy to justify talking to her with how he'd split from everyone of his father's opinions.

this was good, actually. just a relaxed conversation with someone from his past who wasn't jasper or echo (though he didn't know if you could count them as 'from his past' seeing as he hadn't met them until beyond his years with his father... yeah, he definitely couldn't count them as from his past). so let's reword that... he enjoyed having a conversation with someone from his past who didn't openly state that it was about time they 'got rid' of him permanently. this was definitely a more relaxing, and less painful, encounter. which reminded him of the injury on her thigh... he turned back to the table, unscrewing the bottle of medical cream. "so, how've things been with you? any new boys buying you flowers?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Don’t let me be misunderstood The Words: 533 The Notes Excited Was that really what love did to a person? Made you turn away from those that had been there for you even when the one you supposedly loved wanted nothing to do with you? That light tone that Seyton adopted stung, more than Maharet would have liked it to. It could have been that they misunderstood one another. The one girl that Maggie had been referring to was Angel, not herself. And if he had understood then was it merely sarcasm in an attempt to keep from thinking on the topic too much? She didn't let her emotions get the best of her, she never did. There was hope, something to hold on to as Seyton told her that he missed her too. It was one foot in the door and Maharet had every intention of inching her way further it is was possible. When it came to boys she was a mess. The only real relationship that she had was with Hector but even that wasn't how it should have been. He had claimed that she was worthless and a horrible person but looking back on it, she had given him everything that she could. Hector had said that he loved her, but what proof was there in that? The majority of their time together had been spent pleasing him, getting to know him and how he worked- that hadn't been reciprocated and really, in her eyes, what Hector really loved was the gratification that she gave him and the illusion that she was his. "We're far past flowers. Its a long forgotten gesture." The downfall of seduction was that wooing was no longer an equation. Bigger gestures were more the norm now, jewelry a common interest. She wasn't sure how she would have even reacted if someone got her flowers by that point. Was she too cold to appreciate it like she once had or would it call out a softer side in her that was buried under so many layers of hate and cruelty? It wasn't something that she really should have been bothering herself with, she couldn't afford to. Watching him work was almost mesmerizing, but she had to keep focus. "Come back." It was a rather sudden suggestion and out of context of her internal monologue, perhaps confusing, she was sure with some convincing on a number of people's part, it could be arranged. Angel didn't want him, or so she had heard through the grapevine, but she did. Maharet wanted him to come back home to them moving to the edge of the bed, careful not to knock anything over even in her excitement of the notion, Maggie smiled brightly at Seyton."We don't have to miss each other if you come home!" there were complications with that though, Maggie was well aware of them, but if Seyton was willing then it wasn't anything that couldn't be dealt with. He had his opinions about muggleborns that was liable to get in the way but with time his mind could be changed. Maharet was intentionally dreamy about him coming back, how could he say no to such a hopeful girl without feeling guilty. Just another inch in that door. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

the lack of response on maggie's part and a slightly hurt look in her eyes made seyton rethink what had been said, he comment, and he realized that he'd taken it too lightly rather than what it had actually been meant to state, like a challenge to the path he'd chosen to take. sey sighed, lifting a hand to run it through his hair, suddenly feeling rather tired as he always did when questioned on things like this, whether it was by echo, jasper, or someone else. "look, maggie, i- ...i can't explain, but..." he hesitated, trying to find the words to speak, and failed miserably. "i can't explain. i know that things would have been far different if i'd made a different choice, but would i have the chance, i wouldn't change a thing." at least, that was what he thought. right?

"We're far past flowers. Its a long forgotten gesture." that was true... sey had still gotten angel flowers back when they were together, unable to shake the ideas planted in his brain as a child by his mother in her nightly fairy tales back when his father was in azkaban for that short time. it had been his gift to her on their first date, before he'd even gathered the courage to hold her hand let alone kiss the beautiful hufflepuff. "everyone's too materialistic these days... what in the world has happened to the romantics of relationships?" okay, so jewellery could be romantic too, but for a new relationship couldn't flowers work just as well? they were simple, but one of the oldest symbols of affection that seyton could think of. maybe he was just too old fashioned. whatever, it wasn't like he would be dating a teenager of today who would care if he got them jewellery in the first few dates or flowers. he'd stick to his old fashioned beliefs and be damn proud of them. angel had liked them, and that was, at least... had been, all that mattered.

"come back." the sudden plea certainly made sense with the way their conversation had been going, but it still startled seyton nonetheless. had he been expecting the request to be a little bit less blunt? or just to not come at all? he hadn't had a real conversation with her in eight years, but within the span of a few minutes through their conversation here she was already calling him back? sey's gaze was soft as he looked at her, but he didn't open his mouth to say a word. "we don't have to miss each other if you come home!"

she seemed so excited with the idea, like it was foolproof... much like the innocent little child seyton remembered her as. he, however, couldn't get so enthusiastic at a plan he knew was bound to crash and fail simply because of his unwillingness. he shook his head slowly, trying not to seem like he thought her idea was idiotic, though in a way it was because of his own feelings on the matter. "maggie..." he began, voice low, "the last time i saw my father, and jaedyn, they were more than enthusiastic about killing me. things cannot be so easily forgiven, and nor do i want them to be." he shrugged, trying to smile, to make his rejection of her idea perhaps seem not quite so serious. "i do miss you. i miss- i miss a lot of things, but the good outweighs the bad here."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Don’t let me be misunderstood The Words: 585 The Notes Excited She didn't expect him to change the past and with that thick skull of his the chances of it happening were slim to none. The past wasn't what Maharet was concerned with, it was just a mere tool at her disposal. It seemed as though she was successfully plucking at his heart strings, choking him up on his words because somewhere deep down, and in Seyton's case rising to the surface, he did care about the people he once knew. Maggie understood, she wanted him to know that she did too. "You experienced something with that girl that you will never regret and even though nothing good came of it you wouldn't take that away because those moments that you spent were-are-worth the heartache you've felt ever since then." Just because Maggie didn't really know the first thing about love didn't mean that she couldn't put her ideals on it into words. As for relationships a little bit of honesty mixes into her ulterior motives was always a good thing. Maggie looked down at her wound as though it held some significance in the ugly truth of things. "I wouldn't know. I'm really only good for one thing it seems." People weren't attracted to her for who she was, Maggie was more of a sex symbol even for those she put on that good girl act for. It couldn't be helped, she was just innately sexual, from the tone her voice held- even in its ranges of deception- to her movements Maharet tended to scream sex. There was only one thing to do with it though and that was to use it to her advantage, which was exactly what she had done most of her life and had started out very young. Fenrir and Jaedyn did want him dead but that was because Seyton hadn't given them a reason to have different feelings about him. He was looking at it all wrong though and Maharet was more than happy to enlighten him. The only way to truly have his past forgotten was to remove the memories, which was an option but not the one Maggie wanted to take. Reaching out to grab his hand again, not wanting to give Seyton chance to shy away from the matter she kept that childlike wonder in her eyes, hopeful as ever."I'm not so childish as to think that everything will turn into bygones or that it will be easy, but that doesn't mean it isn't worth trying." Her previous statement about why he wouldn't change what had happened with Angel tied into this. Risks were worth taking sometimes. "Things can be good, good enough to outweigh the bad that you're talking about, but I can't do it without you." she was fiercely loyal to Fenrir, that was true, but she had ideals of her own and when the opportunities arose she always was quick to plant the seeds. Talking Romulus out of trying to overthrow Fenrir, for example... Maggie had her fingers in a lot of different bowls. "I can talk to Fenrir, convince him to set your differences aside, but I have to know that you're willing to take a chance on me before I put myself at that kind of risk." There weren't many out there that would chance such a thing with such a delicate subject, but Maharet was willing. That had to mean something to Seyton, if not persuade him completely. It meant that she was serious about him and what she was offering. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

"you experienced something with that girl that you will never regret and even though nothing good came of it you wouldn't take that away because those moments that you spent were-are-worth the heartache you've felt ever since then." he couldn't tell if the ravenclaw student were using sarcasm or not, she was hard to read in that sense, or maybe he just found the idea that the innocent girl he remembered could now use sarcasm in a skilled enough way to make her almost seem genuine. what she'd said, though, well, it was almost the truth. "i wouldn't say nothing good came of it, but yeah, basically." yeah, life had blown up in his face in the end, and reminding himself of how angel had kicked him out of her house when he'd gotten his hopes up kind of made him want to punch a wall (yay for werewolf tempers), but if not for that whole mess who knew what he'd be like. angel had helped him finally open his eyes to the path he was on with fenrir and his plans. if he hadn't been involved with her he might never have realized what a truly twisted monster his father was. he wouldn't have the relationship with jasper that he did now, or his job... it was true that he didn't know that his life would be completely miserable if he were following fenrir, but it came down to morales to seyton, and he was far happier with the morales he possessed away from the greyback family.

"i wouldn't know. i'm really only good for one thing it seems." seyton couldn't help the scowl that summoned itself to his lips. he might not be familiar with maggie and her attitudes or actions in the last eight years, he might still keep relating her to the little girl he remembered, but he didn't approve of any woman being 'good for one thing', especially not a student. seventeen was young. yeah, when he was seventeen he'd thought he was frickin' ancient, too, but it wasn't. neither was twenty-five for that matter, but that was irrelevant. the point was that the idea of her being used like that was rather displeasing to him, as it would the idea of any student her age or, god forbid, younger being used in such a way. "you're worth a hell of a lot more," he insisted. "don't settle for less than you deserve."

"i'm not so childish as to think that everything will turn into bygones or that it will be easy, but that doesn't mean it isn't worth trying." yeah, it kind of did. grudges could be held for ages. even if he went insane and decided to rejoin his father and his twisted ideas of the ideal wizarding community, things had been done that could never be taken back. he'd forever be wary of his father, and fenrir would almost one hundred percent certainly (in seyton's opinion) always have an eye on him. if seyton had gone rogue once he was just as likely to do it again, hell, if he were in fenrir's position there was no way he would come close to trusting him again, and without trust there was, well, nothing. just loose ends, an extra person to keep an eye on all the time, uselessness. he slowly pulled his hand away, knowing that he must have looked rather spaced out thinking about what she'd said... besides, it definitely wasn't worth trying because seyton did not want to try. he didn't want to feel like more of a monster.

"things can be good, good enough to outweigh the bad that you're talking about, but i can't do it without you." seyton kept himself silent, even as a voice of protest rose in his mind to combat what the blonde was saying. going back to fenrir would raise too many 'bads' to possibly be outvoted by the good. maybe if seyton didn't have the morals he did it wouldn't be so, but he couldn't change the makeup of his conscience and nor did he want to. "i can talk to fenrir, convince him to set your differences aside, but i have to know that you're willing to take a chance on me before i put myself at that kind of risk." the nurse paused, actually finding himself seriously thinking it through. it would be pretty nice tobe able to relax, to not have people he once cared about wanting to kill him, to not have to hate family... and then images of his gryffindor siblings flashed to mind, and he found himself shaking his head. he'd lose just as much as he might gain from following fenrir again, not to mention the fact that he definitely had a conscience and morals his father and his followers did not. the thought of himself going 'evil' as it was was insane. "i'm sorry, maggie, but i can't. i might not be one hundred precent happy like this, but i would be miserable if i got along with fenrir because it would mean i'd have to abandon my morals. thanks for being willing to do that for me, but it's not going to happen."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Don’t let me be misunderstood The Words: 503 The Notes Excited He was such a nice guy, honourable even getting upset over what she insinuated she was used for. It was almost enough to make her blush if not for the truth that she held back. Maggie never settled for anything she had that contradictory impatience that made her meticulous in getting what she wanted. She might not have gotten that guy that came along wanting to be with her just because he was head over heels, but she was still young. It was a rocky road that she was walking. His expressions seemed to go up and down with his thoughts, flirting in favour of what she was proposing then turning the idea away. She had been under no delusion that what she was trying to do would be easy. Seyton was one of the most stubborn people she had ever met, and it seemed that hadn't changed even in the absence of being around one another. It wasn't a trait that he would ever lose though. Dealing with stubborn people took finesse, lucky for her it wasn't a stranger to her. As his hand drew away Maharet knew that wasn't the only thing that was slipping out of her grasp. Maggie shook her head slipping off the bed, wincing slightly at the pressure that was put on her leg in the process. "You don't get it." her hand dropped down to the bed helping her keep her balance, a stinging sensation that neared what it felt like when your leg fell asleep tingling her entire leg. It knocked the breath out of her. "I know you can keep a secret." Which even if he didnt who would ever believe him? Maybe her method was a bit noir, but she had started down a path that she needed to follow to its end. "Your morals are what I need." Catching her breath Maharet looked back up at him thinking of a better way to word it for him to properly catch her drift. "Have you ever heard of the Trojan Horse?" The muggle reference, she thought, was a nice touch. Maharet had learned plenty of battle strategies in her youth, even muggle ones- her father saying that it was best to know the enemy. "Its easier to breech defenses if you are on the inside." It was a bold and risky move planting this idea in his head but it also held benefits that would be useful. Ironic how what she was suggesting to him was exactly what she would be doing to him. If she could set Seyton on the right path though there was a chance he would come back around to his father's side genuinely. It was the power of infulence. He would have to pretend to be willing to be the son Fenrir wanted him to be and that transition from acting to honesty was thin. A person could get used to anything. Once Seyton was in the door it was all about giving him legit reason to stay. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

he didn't like this. not having maggie around, but he didn't like this whole getting in his head thing that she was doing, though the nurse was completely oblivious to how intentional her actions were and the ulterior motive behind them. he wasn't completely happy with his life, but he was happier with it than he felt he would have been with fenrir, so why was it that she was able to make him rethink everything he'd done for the last seven or eight years, wonder if perhaps his father's opinion of his actions was the right one, and reflect so much on the 'woulda coulda shoulda's of his life? it was unsettling, to say the least. what would jasper say if he knew what was going on in his older brother's mind right now? though the boy had, reportedly by nikki who sometimes came up to the hospital tower to talk, been acting a little bit odd lately, it was impossible to imagine that he would ever be okay with seyton actually rejoining their father, and even if seyton could manipulate his own conscience into having little issue with becoming one of fenrir's minions, he could never do that to jasper or echo.

"you don't get it." no, he didn't, really. he didn't understand what maggie was getting at, what she could hope to accomplish by talking this way. she was confusing the hell out of him with her demeanour and tempting wording... but he did know that he didn't like her standing up when he hadn't even begun to fix her wound yet, though admittedly he should have done so the moment he gathered his supplies instead of getting distracted talking... usually he could talk and work at the same time, but this topic was one that was too distracting for him. "i know you can keep a secret." getting more confused by the second, seyton just looked at her, waiting for an explanation. what kind of a statement was that? of course he could keep a secret, but he didn't see how it tied in to the current conversation at all.

"your morals are what i need." he ceased his mind's speculative chatter, focusing on maggie's face. with that sentence it was fairly clear that she had captured his attention. anything that would require him to hurt other people (with admitted exceptions to fenrir himself and jaedyn) he was almost certainly out of, but something that actually required him to hold on to his values... now that he was interested in. "have you ever heard of the torian horse?" it had been one of his favourite stories when he was younger, and though his mother sometimes though the theme of the tale was too violent for her young son's ears, he would beg and plead until she relented to share it just one more time. elodie had always had a specific way of telling the story, almost like she was reading it directly from a storybook. by the time she passed away seyton could mouth the words along with her. stories of deceit, victory through cunning, he'd been suckers for them as a boy. you didn't always need outright violence to defeat the enemy (though it certainly helped).

"its easier to breech defenses if you are on the inside." innocent little maggie... she was crafty. seyton, though, kept his expression guarded, gently moving his hand up to her and trying to lightly push her back towards the bed. "sit, we need to get you fixed up." he instructed, his tone of voice making it pretty clear that he had other things on his mind right now than the proper procedure to heal a potions burn. he couldn't do anything until she did, though, so he was just still other than his hand, which he brought up to run through his hair again with a slight sigh. "one guy on the inside surrounded by, well, a lot of psychopathic werewolf followers and then however many more fenrir's wracked up over the years... it's a death wish waiting to be discovered." not that he was against the idea... no, it would just be extremely risky.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Don’t let me be misunderstood The Words: 605 The Notes Excited Maharet had never met Seyton's mother. Whenever Seyton had talked about her his face seemed to lit up a bit making him even more handsome. She hadn't been able to understand at that time that a mother was supposed to do those kinds of things like read bedtime stories because her own was prone to just going through the motions. Her mother had been more of an instructor than mom, making sure that Maggie knew what it took to survive in their world. Astoria Malfoy, a distant aunt of hers, took on a more motherly role than her own did, taking her shopping and teaching her all those girly things that a mother would normally do. His silence, though the anticipation was killing her, was a good thing. It meant that Seyton was seriously considering this idea of hers. Maggie always thought three steps ahead and the conversation that she had sprang on Seyton was no different. She got that feeling like she was about to claim check mate, but didn't harp on it knowing full well that every opponent could easily make a move that you hadn't calculated, but unlike the game she likened her methods to, life had infinite possibilities. She could practically see the cogs of his mind turning, perhaps figuring out if it was something that he could pull off. The tender pressure that Seyton applied to get her to sit was met with obedience. Perching herself on the edge of the bed, her leg was positioned for better access to Seyton. Her priority had been shifted from getting healed to convincing him to come back, but Maharet still wanted patched up. There were actually things about Fenrir's rule that she did want to change and while it probably wasn't even close to what Seyton wanted it could still benefit his wants all the same. Fenrir's quest to get his children all turned and on his side was being done in a very sloppy way and that took away from the ultimate goal. She did as she was told, though in her own way, and then some to help out and get that praise that she craved. But Maggie wanted more. She wanted to give the orders, not just take them and if she did that less life would be lost, even muggles and muggleborns could be of use given the opportunity. "But Seyton, you won't be standing alone." he would have an inside player right there at his side. Maggie was a trusted person in that group and it was all about picking and choosing. Maharet would manipulate situations, helping Seyton in some cases for her greater good, and keep him from interfering with other things. She would help persuaded those in Fenrir's power to a better way of thinking and all the while help Fenrir to understand that mercy wasn't something to scoff at, not if he expected to be a good leader. It was a dangerous feat but she was old enough now to get started on it. "You'll have me." Maybe that didn't immediately inspire confidence in Seyton, after all he still saw her as the little girl from his past. Seyton had no way of knowing just how well equipped she had become for something like this, but he would learn. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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