The Wolf Sired Siblings [Jean]

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September 12, 2025
@jean

Today had been a rough day. Her grandparents were angry and Ava was hiding. She usually did in general, hiding was almost her natural reaction to any situation. But especially at times like these. Because when her grandparents were angry, it was best to just stay out of their way until they calmed down. Thankfully, Ava knew the woods well. She spent many of her days wandering and exploring. 

Today, she'd gone to one of her favorite spots. A hollowed out tree. It must have been used by some of the magical creatures at some point, but not in the past few years, so Ava had sort of taken over. It also happened to be in the densest part of the forest, and by default, the darkest. Still bright enough to see pretty clearly, but not so bright that it hurt her sensitive eyes. Her albinism affected her eyesight so she always had to be careful during the day.

Despite her grandparents sour mood, she was happy today. Because Jean was coming by. Being an adult, he could come and go as he pleased. Plus, he did work. So while her days were usually pretty free, his weren't. She just hoped he decided to check here first, instead of their grandparent's home. No doubt Jean's appearance would only aggravate them more. Their grandparents tolerated the older grandson, if only because he looked more like their daughter then Ava did, and he could keep Ava occupied. But that was about where that tolerance ended. HE was like her. They weren't just half siblings. They were full. His appearance had greatly upset the family and elders, because it meant the Allaway daughter had slept with Fenrir Greyback more then once. 

While she waited, she climbed into the hollow of the tree, curled up into a ball and leaning into the hollow tree trunk. She closed her eyes, and slowly started to nod off. While a normal person (non druid) might think the behavior odd, druids, even half druids, had little to fear when it came to the island. People would be more dangerous to her then any magical creatures. 

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vouloir, c’est pouvoir.

JEAN WAS LOOKING FOR A REASON TO ESCAPE. The monotony of Island life was wearing on his very last nerve and with the craze surrounding Hag's Fever waning there was no good reason for him to stay. Apart from Ava. He had grown so used to being around her lately that when he was not he left a little bereft. Like he was missing a favourite glove or polished loafer. But, the Allaway's were a trying family.

Though they acknowledged him as a member of their blood, it was a very tentative acknowledgement. Jean's behaviour was borderline hedonistic to them. His loud voice and theatrical gestures a source of endless tension. His bond with Ava was his saving grace, otherwise he felt sure they would have banished him long ago. Instead, they got him a job cleaning dirty sheets at the Flaming Wand. He shouldn't be ungrateful, but Jean had never enjoyed getting his hands dirty.

Sweeping dust from his hands, Jean left the inn with haste. Each shift only encouraging him more and more to leave the island, to find some kind of excitement. There was only so many rooms he could clean for tuppence before he began feeling a little restless. Taking to the thick woodland in his white coat and trousers, Jean hid a yawn behind his hand. His pockets stuffed with treats from the bed & breakfast. And a little present he'd discovered lost under one of the inn's beds. Something a guest had accidentally kicked underneath and forgotten about before checking out. Finder's Keepers.

Finding Ava was easy. It was second nature for Jean by that point, his body retracing her steps as if they were his own. That tether tugging taut until he came to the familiar, thick husk of a hollowed out tree. He crept towards it quietly, his footfalls crisp and muted on the fallen leaves. From within he heard a quiet sigh and the snuffle, like a sleeping kneazle. On a sharp intake of breath, Jean gripped the tree with both hands and peaked around to the small opening, his head poking inside gently. 

"Mon petit, Ava!" He sang quietly, knowing that frightening her was perhaps the worst thing he could do to someone as timid as Ava. "Were you hiding from me?" He asked slowly, pointing at her and covering his eyes briefly and then pressing his fingers in to his chest. As neither spoke the other's language, time had given them a chance to develop their own method of communicating. An arbitrary, personal sign language that worked for both of them, for the most part. Jean had learned some Basilic but he was not a willing student. And the Allaway's were not keen for Ava a non native language. 

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Ava dozed for several minutes, the sounds of the forest almost lulling her into a deeper sleep. Still, she was always a light sleeper. So when she heard a voice it yanked her to consciousness immediately and she let out a startled squeak. Her violet eyes were wide with surprise, her head beating painfully hart in her chest, as she looked around wildly for the source of the sound... her expression immediately went from surprise to joy. Jean. Her brother. She smiled brightly, and he asked if she was hiding from him. She didn't speak English well (could read and write it though), but the "sign language" helped. Since he'd come to the island they'd formed their own way of communication. For when They didn't have anything to write with around. It had almost been natural. Thankfully his Brassilic was also getting better (though was still pretty bad, if she was being honest). It wasn't that she didn't want to speak English. She did. It just didn't come easy to her, and her grandparents weren't very willing to help teach her. So what little English she could actually speak was in thanks to Jean.

She crawled out of the tree hollow, and got to her feet, still smiling. Her brother absolutely towered over her, but it didn't bother her anymore. When she'd first met him though? Oh, it had been a very nerve wracking trait. She shook her head, finally answering his question. Then, she motioned with her hands, on a mutually agreed upon sign that represented their grandparents. It was almost like motioning a beard. "Mad," she added, this in english. She at least knew how to convey when their grandparents were angry. It was quite common. And whenver it happened, it was best that both grandchildren stayed clear a little while.

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vouloir, c’est pouvoir.

LARGE VIOLET EYES PINNED JEAN IN PLACE. Ava had a thousand yard stare. Always looking slightly frightened, no matter if that was how she truly felt. Jean had grown to appreciate it, standing up straight with her as she crawled from her hiding place within the tree. A twig caught in the delicate strands of her white hair. Matching her greeting smile with wattage and teeth. His hands already going in to his overstuffed pockets. He pulled a napkin out, unfolding a sweet pastry from within and offering it to her silently.

She was very little, Jean remembered that most from the first time he had met her. And Ava hadn't grown much since, her head barely meeting his chest, though she made up for it in other ways. She was not to be underestimated, thought Jean. "Again?" Jean answered, as she motioned with her hand to signify their grandparents. Who were more often pissed off than they were pleased. "What is new!" He shrugged to the sky, snorting an easy laugh. He was not as affected as Ava when it came to their grandparent's mood swings.

"Here..." He jerked his chin, going back in to his pockets and retrieving the gift he'd found under a guest bed. It was a very small pearl earring, with a silver stalk and an emerald set in the frame above the glimmering gem. He pulled the silver back off and reached for Ava, pinning the earring on the collar of her shirt. "I found it for you." He told her in his best Brasilic. Fastening it in place before he took his hands away and motioned with them to sign the word 'gift' to her. 

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Ava noticed the pastry Jean pulled out of his pocket and held out to her immediately. Immediately her expression light up. Since she wasn't allowed anywhere near Boudicca's Grace she obviously didn't have the opportunity to have things like pastries often. Their grandparents weren't the sort to go get them either. "Thank you!" she spoke in Brasillic, though it was a phrase he'd probably be quite familiar with. It was a common phrase to learn when learning new languages. She took the pastry, turning it over in her hands.

She looked back up as he spoke again. Another familiar word. Again. She nodded, then, thought. Trying to find the words to explain why they were angry this time. "Mad about... um..." she thought hard. Most people found it incredibly strange that she could understand the language in writing, but not verbally. But, when you got to know her it became very clear why. She remembered almost everything she read. Her visual memory was terrifying. Oral though... Not so much. If anything her oral memory was worse then normal. FInally, to free her hands she put the pastry in her mouth, to hold it, and made a few gestures. In a nuttshell, she was communicating that they were angry because someone had mentioned her "schooling". Jean knew the cover story their grandparents were spinning. They told everyone that Ava was at Beauxbaton. Out of sight, out of mind. Really, they had some contradicting thoughts about their granddaughter. They didn't want her to stray to far because of her heritage.. But they also didn't want to deal with her for the same reason. The lie of Beauxbatons was mostly for them to save face while not actually doing it, because they were far to controlling to actually go through with the act.

Ava took the pastry out of her mouth, though not without finally breaking off a bite size piece and chewing. He was fishing in his pockets again, and her curiosity peaked. He was always bringing things. Her head tilted a little to the side as he pulled out a pretty little trinket, and pinned it to her shirt. She made sure to move her hair off the shoulder, so that he could pin it safely, and then she tilted her head down to eye it. It really was pretty. He said he found it, and honestly, she didn't think to ask where, or how. "Pretty. Thank you!" She spoke in her broken English again.

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vouloir, c’est pouvoir.

NOT LONG AFTER JEAN'S ARRIVAL ON HY-BRASIL he realised how deprived Ava was. The restrictive approach the Allaway's had meant she didn't really know anything. After months spent breaking down her frightened barriers, Jean was left... frustrated. That she knew no bridging language - that they actively stopped her from learning it. Ava didn't know how to have fun. Jean made it his mission to thwart this. Sugary pastries and adventures in the woods where they played make believe. Jewels that didn't belong to either of them glittering in her pockets.

The way her face lit up with a jam jewelled fairy pastry made Jean grin. That it's mere existence in Ava's hands would annoy their grandparent's made him smile wider. Sugar sticky at the corners of her mouth as she frowned in concentration. Finally, the pastry was lodged tight in her pursed, small red mouth. She signed with her hands, her words smooth in Brasilic and unfamiliar until she signed alongside them. Jean sighed heavily, annoyed at their grandparent's. That she had to hide to escape their wrath.

"I told them..." He rambled in French before stopping, shaking his head and looking Ava dead in the eye. He stooped down slightly, so they were at eye level. "School..." He signed, clapping his hands together and pointing at the side of his head passionately. "It is... your right." He said in stiff, disjointed Brasilic. "You deserve it." He signed to her slowly, his eyes wide and face more severe than usual. It didn't really suit him.

Fastening the jewel on to her shirt, Jean twisted to her side and slung an easy arm around her small, thin shoulders. He pulled her in to his side and began leading her through the woods, in no discernible direction. Her English was getting better, though they couldn't be seen practising it in front of their family. It meant her lessons were limited. "Adventure." He signed to her in explanation, knowing that she would not appreciate being led home so soon. Though, their timing had to be careful. The Allaway's would know Jean had found her eventually. They panicked if the two were left unsupervised for too long. 

@ava

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@jean

Avalbane wanted to learn English better, and French, since those were languages her brother spoke primarily. It would be beneficial. At least she could read and write English, but still... She wanted to know what the sounds and words he said meant. Especially the french ones. French was so different to anything else she was used to hearing. Sure, she didn't hear English often, but she was more familiar with it then French. When he turned to her, leaning down to her level she blinked several times, then he started to respond. She was used to his broken Brasilic, understood what he was trying to convey. It made her frown. Going to a school.... she didn't like the idea. Being around so many people. She knew he meant well. He wanted what was best for her. But that was one point they were very different. Ava was an extreme introvert, Jean wasn't. "Don't want," she answered stubbornly. School sounded.... well terrifying. She could hardly handle strangers in small doses. Let alone them being everywhere. To be honest, she was very poorly socialized, where even Jean had taken a while to get her trust. He knew how long it took her to warm up to people. A crowded school would likely give her a heart attack.

As they started to move through the forest, his arm around her shoulders, she nibbled away at the pastry. She nodded as he said the word adventure, one she'd recently learned in English. Given a choice, Ava would spend all day away from the family home, by herself or with her brother in the woods somewhere. Probably in her coyote form.

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vouloir, c’est pouvoir.

THERE WAS A BEAT OF SILENCE BETWEEN SIGNS where Jean thought Ava might finally agree with him. He'd been fighting his grandparents about Ava's schooling for months. When she was and wasn't present. His opinion more than clear. They were guarding a secret, and to Ava's detriment. But, eventually her hands caught up with her thoughts and she signed a firm refusal. Her mouth forming the disagreement with more panicked passion than he'd seen all day.

"Ava..." He dragged her name out gently, grasping her shoulders and smiling at her in encouragement. "I'll teach you myself." He told her with cheery vehemence. Taking back his hands to sign it to her briefly. "Me- I'll do it." Though this was only said with half a mind, he was not academic in the slightest. Passing his classes with average intellect, but a swindlers mind. A trained cheat to boot. But, he'd learn every spell he could manage if it meant that Ava might agree to go to school.

Sweeping her in to the protective wing of his arm, Jean marched them through the woods purposefully. Casting only the odd look down at his sisters miniscule form. Her hands holding the pastry to her mouth as she nibbled on it. "What shall we find?" He asked her, his brows lifting. "Where do you wish to go," He asked his broken Brasilic. "Anywhere." He added with a sweep of his arm. Half of him wished she'd name a place off the island. Somewhere he could squirrel her away, far from her overbearing grandparents and the judgement of druid culture. 

@ava

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Did Ava want a proper education? Yes. Most definitely. Did she want to deal with unfamiliar people to get said education? Absolutely not. It was a shame. To those that got to know her, like Jean, they realized very quickly that she had an exceptionally sharp mind. She tried to keep it hidden from their grandparents, so even they didn’t know how smart she was. But Jean? Jean knew. Her visual memory was almost terrifyingly good, and bordering on photographic. It was why she could read and write English so well. With a proper education she’d do exceptionally well.

But Jean felt differently. He wanted her to have all the opportunities available. He wasn’t blinded to their grandparents like she was. She blinked up at him when he put his hands on her shoulder and told her slowly that he’d teach her. Something their grandparents would be appalled to hear. But to Ava? It made her happy. She couldn’t help but beam up at her brother and nod. Who was she to tell him no?

She leaned a little into him as they walked, finishing the pastry and thinking. What should they do? Finally, a thought came to mind. Something she’d seen the other day. She brushed her hands on her jeans, brushing off any sugar from the pastry, before grabbing his hand and taking the lead, pulling him in the direction of Dragon’s Tooth. ”Here. Show you.” she answered in her equally broken English.

She lead the way. Taking her brother to a small stream near the foot of the mountain. Then, she pointed up to one of the low ridges so he’d see. It was a known Welsh Green dragon nest, but it posed little threat to the siblings with their Druid blood. If he looked longer he’d finally see a little head poke out, then another. Baby dragons. ”Hatched yesterday.” she explained. She was quite proud of her discovery.

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JEAN KNEW IT WOULD TAKE MORE THAN A promise made in the cover of the woods. Though he took Ava's beaming smile and mirrored it enthusiastically, it would not be an easy task to achieve. He thought about squirrelling textbooks and guides. Of how he might make a little classroom in the woods for her, away from the oppressive disapproval of their grandparents. It was all an idea for the moment, but their matching grins were enough for Jean as he stood with a nod.

Her small, pale hand snaking in to his always shocked Jean at first. There had been a time when Ava wouldn't even breathe near her brother. Now, she took it eagerly, with an adventurous intention. He matched her little strides, slowing enough so that she had to pull him along purposefully. His feet crunching on dead leaves, while Ava's moved with an expert silence. As if she were floating across the forest debris.

Jean heard the stream first, bubbling happily as the earth dampened around it. He crouched beside her at the small opening in the trees, eyes straining to see past the sprawling greenery while she pointed in the distance. "Oh..." Jean's breath caught, expression slackening as he saw the first knobbly head edge out of the opening. Pale and sunless, with the beginnings of green crowning their horned heads.

"Oh, Ava..." Jean was grinning, turning his head to scoop her shoulders close to his own as they hunkered down in to the dirt. "Tu es extraordinaire." Dropping on to his behind as he stared at the first head, then the second, hypnotised by the unruly wildness of Hy-Brasil. Sometimes, on the rare occasion, Jean felt lucky to be a part of this strange land.

"Eh..." He whispered, remembering something he'd been told before about the Welsh Green's. He shifted, rummaging around in his coat for his wand. It was a party trick he'd used once, anything to make a show of himself. From their hidden spot, Jean lifted his wand and pressed the tip to his throat. With his own hand, he pointed at his ear and then to the dragons before he whispered the mimicking incantation and opened his mouth. A gentle, warbling call echoing across the ground. A soft, melodious sound of a searching Welsh Green. And then he waited, anticipating the junior call of baby Welsh Green's. 

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Ava, due to her lack of formal education, spent a great deal of time on her own. Exploring, wandering. She knew the entire island and a great many of it's secrets like the back of her hand. She could show you where every creature nested, or burrowed. She knew all the trails the magical creatures used, no matter how old. IT was the sort of knowledge that only came from having far to much time on your hands, and having little else to do. But Ava really didn't mind. She much preferred the isolation the forests of Hy-Brasil gave her, and she could share it's secrets with her brother. Despite his having the same Druid heritage as her, his upbringing has been quite different. He hadn't come to Hy-Brasil until he was already done with school. He hadn't been brought up with it like she had. Strangely, she enjoyed showing her brother all the secrets she'd found over the years, as if trying to catch him up.

Ava didn't really have to duck due to the height difference between them, but she shifted when he pulled her closer, leaning it and grinning a little. She was glad he liked it. It wasn't every day you got to see baby dragons after all! Especially so recently hatched. He plopped back to sit on the ground and she sat down beside him, pulling her legs in close to wrap her arms around them and rest her head on her knees. As she heard him shuffling about she turned her head to eye her brother, an eyebrow raised. Then, she saw him pull out his wand and watched with increasing curiosity. Her eyes widened a bit as he finished his spell and "spoke". Only it wasn't words that came out of his mouth, it was a dragon's call. She recognized it immediately, and she quickly turned her head back to watch the dragon nest to see what the babies might do. As if on queue the babies answered, letting out their own call. Ava beamed widely.

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JEAN LIKED THE WAY THAT AVA MIRRORED HIM. Watched as she grinned a stretched, pale smile. Crouched by his side, her eyes catching on the point of his feet before her own shifted to do the same. It made something warm and welcome tighten in his chest, as if his lungs were too full of air. Jean loved a lot of things - from his favourite pair of patent leather loafers, to the triumph of completing a search. He reckoned, over all the superficial delights of his life, he never loved a thing like he loved his sister.

The wand tight to his throat as he warbled out a call and pulled away in time to listen for an answer. All was quiet at first, bar the sound of their uneven breaths and Jean's rattling heartbeat. A part of him grew concerned he'd done it wrong, but then the beginning answer pierced the air and he held his breath. His eyes turning to catch as Ava's mouth opened and her teeth flashed as she grinned with delightful abundance. Jean had never had a family growing up, but he'd always known they were out there. Jean wondered if he'd always been looking for Ava, even before he'd thought about doing so.

Sitting back on the damp ground, he pulled his parted knees up to his chest, wand clutched against his shin as he watched his little sister watch the dragons. "Is not so bad," He muttered in stilted Brasillic. "Hy-Brasil," He clarified, gesturing to the mountains and the woodland. All the parts of the Druid island that Jean enjoyed. All the parts that his sister had shown him. When he missed the hustle of the city, it was a clear and sharp yearning. And yet, there were moments like the that one, where the city didn't gleam so much in the distance. 

@ava

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