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Nov 12, 2018 14:25:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2018 14:25:17 GMT -7
Susan raised her eyebrows in faint surprise as Renard...complimented her, and even gave her a thumbs up. That seemed rather odd coming from the Goyle boy; even though they were a few years apart in school, Susan had heard of him. He never really seemed to be the thumbs up type of man, so to speak. Was he mocking her, or was he just untrained in the art of giving someone a compliment? Growing up in the royal household, this was an early lesson in manners and decorum her tutors had instilled in all of the Windsor siblings. Perhaps pureblood wizarding families didn’t have that as part of their repertoire growing up, and were more focused on keeping the bloodlines pure. She wouldn’t know; her only close friends who were purebloods were both “blood traitors” as they were called, and didn’t much like to talk about their childhoods, with good reason. Susan supposed it was just another mystery she’d eventually have to solve on her own. Doris responded in her croaky voice that somehow suited her perfectly, and Renard seemed unfazed. She wanted to ask if Doris was known to lie to the Ministry about what went on in Claustrum De Lupus, but thought it wise to wait until they were outside the hotel to say anything that could be construed as negative. “Does Doris ever embellish the truth about what goes on in the hotel, to your knowledge?” she blurted out once they were clearly out of earshot of the hotel. She was not entirely positive if Doris too was a werewolf, but she didn’t want to take any chances. She let loose an exhale she hadn’t realized she had been holding. “Can’t we find funding somewhere to provide more….adequate quarters for werewolves? It seems a bit...neglected?” she added to her question. She knew the hotel had to be a last resort for most werewolves; her brothers old flame had never mentioned it before at least. She was curious though, how this hotel came to be, and who provided the funding for it. Trained for years of thinking she’d be doing charity work her whole life, Susan’s brain was already whirling with ideas on how to better the conditions of the dump they had just visited. “It’s just...werewolves are humans too. Don’t they deserve better than that?” she said, her voice rising as if questioning her statement, but she was beginning to feel pretty strongly about the conditions and their need of attention. renard walt goyle
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
160 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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Dec 4, 2018 22:55:56 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Dec 4, 2018 22:55:56 GMT -7
@susanvictoria It didn’t take long for Susan to burst out with questions about the werewolf hotel. He figure the second two questions were the type to be asked after seeing the interior; he didn’t particularly care what the conditions were that the wolves were placed in. They were safely locked up on the full moon, away from innocent people that didn’t deserve to be subjected to their savagery. Everyone seemed to forget that werewolves were no better than a wild animal once a month. It was kill or be killed with them when they were in that state. Even if the beast was a friend or family member, if it was his life or theirs, it was going to be him walking away alive. People didn’t ask those questions anymore, and it pissed him off to no end. Still, Susan didn’t know those sorts of things about the business yet, and probably wouldn’t really understand why they were like that for some time yet. “Who knows?” he responded, giving a quick glance back at the door they had just exited from to make sure it was closed all the way. “If she is lying, I have about two years’ worth of signatures to bring her in on. Personally, I don’t really care as long as they stay in the building during. If they’re covering up something in there, it’s not my problem until it is. When they get out into the streets, then we have a problem.”
Renard had to be frank when it came to the werewolves. His job dictated that he treat them with equal respect and as normal citizens, which they definitely were not. They had special restrictions and laws. How could they be normal when they had those? Susan began asking about the conditions of the hotel and how they deserved better, and he started shaking his head. “It’s not feasible. Ever had a dog that isn’t housetrained? Imagine locking it into a room and not letting it out until morning. Even the best of them will still make a mess. Replacing everything in those rooms each month just for comfort is ridiculous. A werewolf doesn’t really care.” Omitting the human aspect made it easier to talk about for him. Renard knew that if he was a werewolf, he wouldn’t give a damn what the conditions the place was in as long as he wasn’t out in the streets killing people. “It’s ultimately a dog hotel Susan. Be glad they aren’t out here every month. Then our job would be really fun.”
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Jan 2, 2019 10:37:33 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 10:37:33 GMT -7
Susan could tell Renard did not hold werewolves in the same regard as she did. She thought of it this way; Muggleborn witches and wizards were once thought to be unclean, and were treated as second class citizens way back in the olden days. Then, Voldemort regime really didn’t help things to say the least, and now there were blood purists from all over the world coming out of the woodworks. Susan may not have known she was a witch until the day the staff member from Hogwarts, but she did remember the overwhelming sense of fear that she’d be light years behind the other students. She hadn’t been treated differently by the majority of her fellow students, but she had known some of them to whisper about the “royal Mudbloods” behind her and her siblings backs. Hopefully, Renard hadn’t been one of them. “I don’t think it’s really fair to call them dogs, they’re humans who had the unfortunate luck to have been attacked by a werewolf and survive, only to find out they're now the thing that attacked them.” The words sounded sharper than Susan had intended them to be, and flew from her mouth before she could keep quiet. Susan was not a fan of confrontation normally, but the way Renard was talking about them...he thought they weren’t human. She thought of Jamie Greyback, both werewolf and cursed with the father of the bad name they were given in Fenrir Greyback, and she felt proud that she didn’t back down to the older boy. “A lot of them take the Wolfsbane potion now, to keep their symptoms under control. Sure sometimes they skip it and have a bad transformation, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be holding their best interests at heart. We are the Ministry after all, and Minister Granger in my opinion would be appalled at the status of this place.” Susan fell silent as she looked back at the dilapidated place. Her heart sank at the idea that some werewolves had nowhere else to go, and would take the flea bitten, rat infested hovel over accidentally hurting anyone. “Maybe you should meet a friend of mine who is a werewolf; perhaps then you’d think of them as more human,” she added softly. “I have to be off, it’s five o’clock so I’m off shift. I have a dinner to attend with my family. I’m sure you can handle the paperwork, right Renard?” Susan gave him a half smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes, then spun on her foot and walked in the other direction. Regardless of where they were, she’d Apparate back to her apartments, but she wanted to get out of Renard’s radar before doing so. She didn’t know what he’d say to their superiors about her retorts, but Susan was at least glad she had said something. If their own department wasn’t going to stand up to werewolves, then who would? SUSAN OUT - feel free to wrap up
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
160 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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last online May 4, 2024 18:30:17 GMT -7
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Feb 12, 2019 21:44:05 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Feb 12, 2019 21:44:05 GMT -7
@susanvictoria Renard knew that the truth was going to be too much for the girl to handle. Like the Ministry hadn’t thought of this already. Keeping them locked away during the full moon, unable to hurt anyone and drugged out of their minds on wolfsbane was the only solution, bar mass extermination. The government wouldn’t allow that though, unfortunately. He believed they should be turning their efforts towards a cure, because it was a disease in the end. Reversing the effects of a wolf bite seemed plausible enough, and it would get rid of the awful stench that the hotel always left in his nose. He let Susan give her speech; it wasn’t going to change his opinion on the matter. Wolfsbane or not, they were still dangerous creatures and needed to be treated as such. The harsh truth here was that the hotel was not capable of holding all of the werewolves in London. And that was just London. The ones that apparently lived in packs in other parts of Europe were a complete mystery. In that regard, Susan was right – the ones that were attacked and not allowed to have a choice and struggling to live their lives weren’t to blame. But they still had to be responsible, and that meant locking themselves away during the full moon and taking their potion. Those were also the sort in the minority, at least from the things he had read. Werewolves with a grudge against the Ministry’s treatment for the last few decades were the ones he wanted to purge. They were a nuisance, a plague. Unfortunately for the ones caught in the middle, laws against some were laws against all. He liked the ones where they all disappeared. At least then there would be an end to it. “They’ll be completed and awaiting your signature when you arrive tomorrow morning,” he sniffed as she passed off all the work onto him. He didn’t mind since it made him look better when he worked long hours like this. “Department head might require a small paragraph or two one each assignment as well, so I would check on that when you see them.” Formalities finished, Renard let the intern go on her way before heading back to the Ministry. A few hours of paperwork had never killed him before, and he had the opportunity to write about Doris’s snippiness again. He loved throwing her under the bus in his reports. [The End]
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