* - - He's a Wolf in Disguise -OPEN-

[HAYDEN KADEN LOPEZ]

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[atrb=border,0,true] hogsmeade. again. hayden’s eyes darted around warily, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, as he wandered by the street, shouldering his way past people without much care of the occasional ‘hey, watch it!’ that followed his path. he hated the crowds that filled the streets of hogwarts, students and adults alike. unfortunately today there seemed to be far more students than adults… probably an official hogsmeade trip day. wonderful. he questioned, not for the first time in the last fifteen minutes, why he had decided to come to hogsmeade so early in the day? wouldn’t it have been much simpler to arrive here in the evening, when the streets were void of all little children and unwanted company? actually, while he was questioning, why had he bothered to come back to hogsmeade at all? he hadn't visited the area in nearly six months, preferring to spend his time in the lesser known areas of england and europe where he was so unlikely to run into the fools he'd attended school with who had then decided, for some unfathomable reason, to actually stick around the area of their childhood torture. at least, if you thought about it, it wasn't super early to be at hogsmeade for the moment. if he checked his watch he would find that it clearly displayed '5:17pm', which for some people would be a perfectly respectable time to hit the drinks at the local bar. since it was winter the sun set fairly soon, and the kiddies should be, if they had any sense, running off to the safety of their school pretty soon. at least, the littlest ones should be. they were the ones who had yet to be scared out of the 'bump in the night' scenarios that older kids now scoffed at, though hayden knew just as well as any other werewolf or unpure being that such stories of terror could easily be made true with a few callous actions. well, even if the kids did stick around making an already busy little town far more crowded than hayden was comfortable with, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself, did it? sure, the area was annoyingly populated, but he could deal with that for one day and get out first thing tomorrow... so with escape in mind hayden set a course towards the three broomsticks, staring in those evil eyes notes and word counts and general derpage goes here.

[sharka]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] A thousand angels dance around you She didn’t like winter but she certainly didn’t hate it either, instead it reminded her too much of home. She missed her family, missed roaming the large palace that her parents lived in, missed her elegant dresses. Yes the princess was homesick. It didn’t help that she had recently gone back to celebrate her grandfather's birthday either. She knew her brothers felt the same, they had made it apparent with their complaining of having to go back to Hogwarts. Although she knew exactly what they were going through, at least she had the luxury of being able to go back whenever she wanted. Well as long as she cleared it with her boss. Of course she had to make excuse after excuse to him just so he didn’t find out the real reason why, and it was starting to get tedious. She was tired to watching what she said, hoping that if she did say something, that nothing slipped out. There were times where she had to stop herself from order others to do things around her, she had to constantly remind herself that no one here knew who she was. No one would suspect a princess to be in Hogsmeade, and that was where she was currently. Of course it helped that no one knew of that little fact. After having seen her brothers safely back at the school she had come to the small quaint village for some shopping. Although there wasn’t that many shops, she couldn’t help but love Honeydukes. They had the best chocolates she had tasted anywhere, muggles had no idea what they were missing out on. Sharka entered the sweets store and headed straight for the chocolates where she grabbed a decent pile. Paid and bagged she was on her way out of the store, thinking that a drink before actually heading home would be nice. She was lost in her own thoughts as she made her way down the snow covered street, but her good mood was spoilt as someone bumped into her, sending her newly acquired chocolates to spill out of the bag and scatter everywhere. She glanced to find the woman that had knocked into her hurry off. Really, did no one have the decency of apologising these days? Just because she was short didn’t mean she was invisible. Back home no one would have dared do anything of this sort to her and if they did they would have already picked up her things and apologised profusely. British people needed to learn better manners. Sighing she knelt down and begun collecting her chocolates, trying not to get her jeans wet from the snow. 443 words for pepper/hayden. muse is alright. hope you don't mind me joining.

[HAYDEN KADEN LOPEZ]

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[atrb=border,0,true] even with his intense dislike of crowds and society in general, hayden still had manners. he didn't like too much social interaction because of the toxicity in people's brains. everyone's minds were filled with the negatives in life. all of the negative possibilities, all of the negative actions, negative traits, negative words that they could throw at other people just to hurt them more... having grown up almost attached at the hip to a guy who was basically one of the most extreme examples of such behaviour, hayden was tired of it. by the time he'd left all of the teenage drama of hogwarts and the students who inhabited its walls he had long since decided that people were not worth the trouble. why should he attempt to be kind and sociable if others would not? that being said... he wasn't heartless. he might be a bit reclusive, but he was nowhere near as cold as his brother was. so when he noticed, a little ways up ahead, a woman crouched in the snow as men and women walked by her without a care, he instinctively decided to crouch down beside her and help her out. the other people on the street might be able to turn a blind eye to her needs, too absorbed in their own little petty issues and tasks, but he couldn't. he wasn't in any rush, so he could easily spare the sixty seconds it would take to help her out, say he was welcome, and wander on to his destination once more. "here, let me help you out," he murmured in a low voice, crouching down in the wet snow beside her. he could, probably, crawl around on his knees to grab some of the chocolates, but the werewolf liked to think that he had more class than that. instead, low to the ground, he pulled his wand out of his pocket and started pointing it at random chocolates on the ground muttering 'accio' under his breath, catching each tiny object in his hand. within a few moments all he could see were gone, collected by the girl or held in his grasp. staring in those evil eyes blaaaargh... sorry for the terribleness of this post, hun. =\

[sharka]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] A thousand angels dance around you She didnt dare glance around, she knew the people were werent up to helping a woman, didnt care who they trod on nor did they stop to ask. It made her angry really, that people such as wizards think they were better than muggles but in reality they acted exactly like those they called inferior, and what was worse was the wizarding world couldnt see it, or they turned a blind eye to it. Being raised both like a muggle and a witch had helped her oversee that. If only she were back home, there would be no way she'd have to kneel in the snow, collecting things. She constantly had to remind herself she wasnt at home and no one knew her or who she was here. She had kept that a secret ever since her first ride on the Hogwarts Express. Her hand darted out, snatching up snow and a chocolate just before someone could step on it, instead getting her hand trodden on instead. "Hey," she called out, her eyes glaring daggers at the man, "Watch what you're stepping on." If looks could kill she was sure the guy would have been dead long before he could hit the ground. The pain in her hand brought her back to the more pressing issue. The chocolates could wait as she scooped up snow to press against her sore hand, the bitting cold of it numbed her hand after a while. "here, let me help you out," She heard him before she saw him. Glancing up she saw a man crouched down with his wand out, summoning her chocolates to him. Now why hadnt she thought of that, she cursed herself silently. But still he was a decent person, someone that was willing to help someone. Maybe all was not lost when manners was concerned here. "Thank you kind sir," she replied, watching as the last of her chocolates flew into his grasp. She stood, brushed the clumps of snow that clung to her before turning to the man, offering her hand to help him up. "Please allow me to buy you a drink for your kindness," she replied, realising how formal and stupid she must have sounded, "I insist." She added before he had the chance to object, besides what harm could one firewhiskey or butterbeer, or whatever he chose to drink, do. 395 words for pepper/hayden. notes n/a. muse is alright.