De Lupus [Jamie]

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Tess didn't often find herself in the Claustrum De Lupus or, the Den of Wolves, because her job at Hogwarts was so far away from Horizon Alley. She needed to get away this weekend and found herself back at the old place. She had expected to see some old friends here, from her years exploring her wolf side out in the wild, but so far she didn't recognize anybody. She took her opportunity to take a look at the things they had to sell, mostly just wolfbane potions.

She laughed as she looked at the shelf. Apparently someone was trying to flavor the wolfsbane potion. She ran her finger across the shelves over the different names that they were trying. Honey, lime, avocado? She was concerned about how these would taste. Wouldn't mixing flavors in ruin the integrity of the potions? Tess wasn't great at potions, so she decided she'd have to ask Petar once she got back to school. If he gave it a good recommendation, she'd maybe try one then. Granted, the people who worked here were professionals, and she knew that, but she still wanted Petars opinion. She always did.

She made her way to an area with table and chairs and took a seat, leaning back to take in the scene. She could almost tell just by looking, and by smell, who was a well seasoned werewolf and who was just beginning. She had about ten years of wolf going by now, but some people in here seemed to have nearly fifty. There was a small group in the corner. Two adults and a child. Was the child a wolf too? Were both parents? Tess still wasn't educated on how the entire children thing worked for wolves, and part of her didn't want to ask.

@crystal6

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Life was weird. Life was strange. Life was--he didn't even know what to call it some days!

If you would have told him three years ago that he would have been a werewolf and working at an inn specifically for werewolves--he would have just nodded and said that you were kind of crazy. But where was he now? Exactly. A werewolf working at the inn made for werewolves. Fate had a funny way of twisting your life around like that he supposed. He sighed softly as he swished the washcloth across the table--dirt clinging to the cloth as he cleaned said table from the patrons who had just left for the evening. His mind however was on other things. That night was forever going to be ingrained in his head--in his memories. How could it not be? A dear friend had died--bled out when the creature had bit him in the neck. And he had nearly suffered the same fate. And there was nothing like near death to scare a man something fierce. He thought his job as an auror had been tough and scary at times with all of the insane people that he dealt with--but that had topped it.

Jamie shook his head with a soft groan as he continued to wash the tables. He wasn't here to think about that. He didn't WANT to think about it. But it was hard NOT to. He wouldn't have been working here otherwise after all. And furthermore--he blamed himself. He knew he probably shouldn't have--but he did. He was (at the time anyways) a bloody auror! They were supposed to be able to handle anything, at anytime and anywhere. He should have been able to handle a bloody werewolf! But he had frozen--he stood there and did nothing, NOTHING! And someone died for it.

Of course that wasn't even mentioning the troubles he had now--with being a werewolf and struggling to keep it a secret from everyone. It wasn't something he wanted everyone to know about for starters and secondly--he didn't want it affecting his job or his relationships with anyone. No it was best if no one knew about this thank you.

He was distracted from his stormy thoughts when he heard someone laugh. His ears pricked as he looked up from the table to see a woman looking over the shelves with flavored wolfsbane potions. Oh he had been in that spot before. A lot of times. The potioneers were experimenting with different flavors to make the potions more enjoyable to drink (as of now they tasted AWFUL!) and there were several oddball flavors to be sure...avocado especially (that one was just weird). He had remembered seeing lime, banana, coconut and cream before not to mention a whole host of other flavors as well. It was interesting work they were doing. Interesting indeed. He too had wondered if the integrity of the potions would be compromised in any way but it didn't seem as if it had been (he said this from experience as he had bought and drank a few of them before). And anything to make wolfsbane taste better was a potentially good thing in his book (it of course depended on the flavor itself but that was neither here nor there). He glanced over at the table as the stranger sat down. She looked around and then seemed to be thinking about things.

What kind of things? Heck if he knew. He wasn't about to ask cause that wasn't how he was. Still though he had to make sure she wasn't waiting on anything or anyone. And it was with that reason that he had approached her,

"Hello there. Welcome to our inn. I'm Jamie. Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked then waited for a response.

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Tess looked up from her seat and smiled at the man who had approached her. He was tall, dark and scruffy-but he didn't look a mess like many of Tess's werewolf friends. Sure, he had that same broody vibe about him, but overall he just seemed friendly and comfortable. At least, this was the impression Tess gathered from her mil-second evaluation of him. "Actually, I was just trying to decide if I wanted anything," she stood and offered a hand to him, "It's nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm Tess."

She smiled at him as she returned her hand. Tess always had a way of forming a fast and good first impression. At least, this is what she hoped to accomplish. Even with non werewolves. Tess was so comfortable with her lot in life that she often mentioned her wolf side in a first conversation. Granted, she was a little more careful around those whom she deemed could be destructive to her lifestyle. She always tried to give everyone a chance. though, isn't that what she wanted them to do for her? It was only fair that she treated them in such a way that she'd want to be treated.

"How long have you been the innkeeper here? I haven't been here very often," she said casually, taking a seat once again. She hoped she wasn't detracting him from his duties, but innkeepers needed friends too, right?

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This was going to be brand-new to Merdoc- coming to the Claustrum De Lupus. Of course he had heard of it, actually soon after he had been turned as a sixth year at Hogwarts, but it wasn't until now that he had decided to stick his head in see what they were about. If it was anything like what he had been told, it was pretty much a were's paradise. Every precaution was taken there, and they had endless resources at hand in order to help werewolves live normal lives, including wolfsbane potion and a spell-reinforced second floor. They also had agent-type people who went around lobbying for werewolf rights.
Merdoc had just never needed their services before: he found his own job pretty well, at Pecunia, and he had told them right off that he was a werewolf. Thank goodness, they had just shrugged and agreed to give him full moons off. Also, he knew how to make his own wolfsbane. He had even discovered a pretty great way of flavoring it without diluting the ingredients and spoiling the effect. But that was his secret process, that he would probably only reveal if he was paid to, or persuaded by a good friend.

Pushing open the old wood door slowly, Merdoc hesitantly stepped into the Claustrum. There were several groups of people clustered around the inn but no one came to greet him right off, making him feel just a little bit better. He felt a bit out-of-place, and certainly didn't look like a werewolf- he had chosen black spandex pants, a loose red tee shirt, and black converse to wear under his robe today. That and his long hair- it was like he had walked right off the pages of an '80s magazine. There might be some meaner weres that would sneer at him for being unmanly.
He went ahead and made his way further in, glancing at the shelves of Wolfsbane potion, and just inspecting the place more thoroughly. The place seemed homey. No wonder it had the reputation among werewolves that it did.
As he strolled around, he stopped to look at the flavors of potion- some quite unusual, others just downright odd- I mean, come on, Avocado?- and picked up a little bit of a conversation. One was a blonde woman, the other a dark-haired man. Interested, he turned one ear in their direction to hear what they would say.

@tessrawlins, @crystal6