scratching on the walls (Idris&Lyra

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August 2026

The Violent Hound was Idris' home away from home. He regulated it, and many knew his deal with the owner. He fixed up her enchanted bike, did maintenance, fixed parts, upgraded, cleaned out, and even doubled up on the enchantments, ensuring the poor squib of a friend wouldn't fall mid flight. He also helped settle upsets when needed. In return, his tab was paid off. The was, in fact, the only place where he could essentially get a free drink. And for the poor tattoo artist, little money to his name, it was well appreciated. He didn't show that appreciation often though, especially when Vas wasn't around. She was his oldest friend, they connected over a simple ice cream cone, and that was that. The two had become best friends.

Idris had been clocking in more hours at Mystery Ink lately. Their fearless leader had headed out for a time, leaving the werewolf in charge. It was more responsibility, but it also came with a bit of a pay raise. He wasn't complaining. But working opening to closing wasn't easy. It put him in the mood to hit someone. Though he had been doing so good lately. Keir, his bonded mate, really helped out with that. The two often meat up and let out some frustration and anger on each other. Neither of them holding back, meaning that they could leave everything in the ring. Though with the recent affairs going on at Hogwarts, he hadn't seen the older man in some time. Getting off of work, Idris made his way into the familiar pub, and sat in his usual seat in the corner of the bar. He let out a long sigh as he leaned against the wooden bar. It being evening, the crowds were starting to come in, though it wasn't the weekend, meaning there was merely half compassed. He glanced over the the pub spotting those who were, like him, here for a drink. Some seemed to be on dates, others getting off a long work day. From what he saw, it didn't seem like anyone would start a brawl today, which lead him to believe that he would have a nice, quiet, drink before he went back to his decaying apartment.

Lyra Horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

Lyra had been continuing to come to work out of routine more than anything, she had cut her hours back since she had taken up more duelling. She didn't exactly need the money anymore, but now she had been broken up with, she needed it even less. For now she had occupied the spare room in hanna horváth 's flat, and Hanna wouldn't take any money from her. Sure she was annoyed her design studio had been taken up, but a week after she had first turned up on the doorstep of her flat utterly crushed, Hanna had just been more concerned. She hadn't noticed it at first, how withdrawn Lyra had become. How she had stopped eating. How she had even taken up smoking again. How she had been grubby from not washing and not bothering to go to work. Today she had dragged Lyra into the shower and made her go to work, but Hanna knew in her heart her cousin was just going through the motions for now. Her bonded mate had broken up with her and turfed her out. Hanna hadn't known much about Werewolves bonding when Lyra had told her first, but she surely knew this was not easy.

When she had eventually rambled through the doors of the Violet Hound, she had decided to just focus on getting through the shift. As well as her worries of outstaying her welcome with Hanna, there was other things on her mind now; the full moon. Once glance down at the tattoo on her forearm confirmed that yes, it would be here soon. While she had been with EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK she had a safe place to transform, and a steady supply of Wolfsbane. With Hanna she had none of that, and reckoned she would have to check in to St Mungos and start through their program in the next day or two, or make enquiries at Claustrum De Lupus and see if they had a room. She had to go somewhere. As close as she was to Hanna, she still couldn't subject her to that.

When she looked up from the glass she had surely dried fifteen times over by now whilst she had been lost in her thoughts. She noticed a familiar enough face at the bar.

"Oh, Idris...Hi..." she tried to force a smile at the regular. She didn't know him all too well, but she'd served him before. She knew he was a little older than her, and she thought he was a Werewolf too, but she wasn't 100% sure. Her smile was weak and the self-neglect she'd been enforcing on herself for the week was clear as day, but she tried anyway. "Can I get you something?" Raising an eyebrow she lifted the glass she was drying "Pint? Or whiskey?" Quickly enough she found that focusing on a task was keeping her mind occupied, and away from the darker thoughts. This was good. 

@idris

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The idea of a bonded mate was still strange to Idris. He didn't fully understand. One moment, he's ready to tear into some drunkards, the next he's fighting with the man, after that the two were sharing a meal and drink. That wasn't something that he did often. Sure, he fought often, but rarely had a friendly interaction afterward. It was only after that, and a few following interactions that he realized how drawn to the man he was. Their bond was purely platonic, but still, they relied on each other. They were not only drawn to the other, but they also needed the other's company. Sure, there were times of separation, but if it went too long, Idris found himself harder to calm down, and easier to anger. There was still a lot to learn though. Even still, like all months, he dreaded the upcoming full moon.

He sat at the bar and slouched. He had so much responsibility, and with the coming of the full moon, he wasn't looking forward to the additional illness and pain that was to come. He looked up to see one of the bartenders, a fellow werewolf. "Sup Lyra. You look like sh*t." He replied to her greeting. He wasn't one to mince words, and he certainly had never been considered to be a nice guy. He wasn't one to ever try faking a smile like the girl was attempting. It looked painful. She was one of the girls that worked for Vas, which was the only reason he bothered remembering her name. He was also regular enough that he wasn't surprised when they knew his name.

She asked if he wanted anything, following it up with his regular orders. He took a moment to think it through. With a heavy sigh he answered. "Just a pint." Getting a pint of beer would be better. Getting whiskey, he'd clearly want a double, and then maybe more. But he would have to get up early tomorrow to work. Having a hangover on top of naturally being irritable while at work just wasn't a good combination. "Might as well get some chips while your at it." Normally when getting Chips at the Violet Hound, Vas would personally make them for him. It was something she just did, her main reasoning? It was because she knew exactly how he liked them. Sure, it would be different since his best friend wasn't there, but that wasn't going to stop him from getting them.

Lyra Horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

Idris' greeting had hit a little below the belt. She knew she looked shit, of course she did. Having your mate break up with you, and having the full moon encroaching on you would do that to a person; it didn't mean she needed to be told it out-rightly. With a semi-disgusted frown she looked away from him to concentrate on getting his Pint instead.

"Yeah well. That time of the month isn't it. And getting broken up with is no fun either..." Muttering, the creases of frown settled in her forehead and she didn't even try faking the smile anymore. Now her face was much more clouded, placing a glasses under the tap and letting it free flow while she turned with the other hand to input his order on the system that linked up with the kitchen. Nodding curtly, she effortlessly flicked off the draught tap just before his glass began to overflow and stretched then to place it in front of him.

Avoiding his gaze now, she stood back for a moment, pretending to clear up some other glasses. "Don't look so hot yourself yknow..." Lips pursed, her face remained just as dark as the circles under her eyes. It was much easier to not have to try. The spite in her tone had just enough bite to it.

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The art of starting a fight with a couple words had been mastered at a young age. Idris was starting fights left and right. And the closer to the full moon it was, the easier it became. He always seemed irritable, but the long hours at work didn't help. Sure, he had given Keir a good pounding last month when the man was both ignoring Idris and his own family. They had torn up his office and destroyed everything that he had there. The thrashing had left Idris feeling satisfied, but with the full moon approaching, the angst came back. True, he couldn't always rely on the older man to stop him form getting into fights. But since their first meeting it seemed as though his anger had been appeased more than normal.

Speaking freely came easily. The hardest part was filtering his words while at work. Now that he wasn't working, there was nothing stopping him from saying what he thought. He didn't care if she got mad. If she threw a punch, all the better. Though Vas wouldn't be too pleased with him....again. He really needed to learn to be more careful while at the Violet Hound. But who was there to stop him? Keir was either at home or still working, and Vas with probably with that stupid Greyback chihuahua. Ugh, that thought made him even angrier. Luckily the bartender's voice brought him back. It wasn't a pleasant conversation. He didn't know why he should care about her feminine issues. But on second thought, the month issues were most likely the same issues that ere affecting him. The full moon did different things to each werewolf. She more seemed to be muttering it to herself, so he chose not to answer. But he was glad that the woman dropped the ever painful fake customer service smile she had approached him with.

She filled up his pint glass with ease, entering his order which he figured wouldn't take too long. He nodded a thanks and lifted the pint to his lips, drinking some of it down. As he set down the glass again she remarked on him not looking so good either. "Guess we can both thank that blooding full moon." He darkly grimaced at her. Not able to give anything more. He had never really had a serious significant other, so he couldn't sympathize with her, not that he actually cared to sympathize with random people who worked at the bar.

Lyra Horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

Darkly she eyed him, wondering for a moment if he even knew how true it was what he had said. With a quiet growl she moved back to what she had been doing. Sure unfortunately a lot of her full moon symptoms weren't dislike her menstrual symptoms, and yet, she was even more tired and irritable. She had always been easily annoyed the closer to the full moon it got, but this was fully taking the biscuit now. She'd been emotionally bet the last week, it was all getting on top of her.

The irritation that Idris had brought forth in her made her fingers twitch. She craved the stability of the wand in her fingers. She could just lash out and have him shut up in two quick swipes. One if she wanted to be really efficient. But no, she reminded herself, she had a qualifier duel that night. She'd very likely have a better outcome if she channelled that anger into her moves. Flexing her fingers, she avoided his gaze again, waiting for the urge to curse him to pass. Idris didn't deserve her rage, not really. Vas wouldn't thank her for starting a brawl in the bar either. It was easily done in the past sure, but now she had a little more self control. The ding of the bell signalling food was in the dumbell waiter, brought her back to reality. His chips, right.

Setting them down in front of him, she gave him a slight smile, trying to soften herself up again. She stood back, watching him again for a second before pursing her lips and giving in to her curiosity. "You're a boxer right? You fight?" Raising an eyebrow there was a genuine interest to her voice as she eyed him still.

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The full moon sucked. It always exasperated him. He was weak when it came to managing his anger. Sure, he had gotten better. He always found it best to channel his tension and anger into his fists. Fighting always helped calm him down. She avoided his eyes, and he didn't necessarily glance at her direction, just mostly looking forward. If she was in his line of site, that was her choice. He continued to nurse his drink as he waited for his chips to arrive. It was a shame they wouldn't be as good as when his best friend maid them for him. But they would do.

It wasn't long until he heard the tail tell ding from the kitchen. It was most likely his chips. She moved to grab them, dropping them in front of him, her smile attempting to return. He took a few in his fingers, and began to eat. They were just right, crunchy and soft, fresh out of the fryer hot and salty. He focused on what had been placed before him, figuring she would have moved from him now, but then she spoke again. He scoffed at her question. "Not a boxer, a fighter. More like MMA stuff. But I don't fight professionally anymore." He said with a small amount of yearning for those times once more. It had been a long time since he got paid for it a fight, aside form helping keep down the ruckus at the pub for Vas. That didn't mean he had gone soft, no, he was still good at it. "Why do you ask?" He said, finally looking up at her.

Lyra Horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

For a moment, she leaned back on the back counter of the bar, watching him cautiously for a moment. Really she knew nothing about him and she was just about bringing him into her world. Maybe at some subconscious level she craved the assurance from Idris that she had never gotten from EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK . Maybe for once she wanted to be awed at and to impress someone. She wanted that side of her to be loved and adored for once. She wanted to show off and not have to hide it away.

Of course she couldn't guarantee Idris would in fact give her any of those things, but in her vulnerable state she was craving any sort of gratification she could get. Her heart was hurting and she wanted any little thing to make herself feel better.

With a growing coy smile, she cocked an eyebrow and spoke finally "Well, ever duelled?" Tilting her head to the side "Like the wizarding kind. Ever been to a back alley duelling ring?" Her smile was a bit more mischievous now as it played on her lips, eyeing him with a challenging look of sorts, she then leaned forward and stole three chips from the bowl in front of him, popping them in her mouth with a smirk. Even the talk of duelling had emboldened her.

@idris

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Idris hadn't been the best student at school. He got better at spells that he used regularly, or that he found an absolute use for. He could reenchant a flying motorcycle like it was no one's business. But if anyone looked at his OWL's or NEWT scores, they would be surprised that they allowed him to keep his wand. He had learned from a young age that it was much easier to fight with one's body, rather than magic. At least, it was that way for him.

She had asked him if he was a boxer. He had to fight not to rake that as an insult. Sure boxing was a valid style of fighting, but Idris never subscribed to a single practice of fighting. She asked if he had ever done wizarding duels, especially in a back alley dueling ring. He wasn't surprised that they existed. He had been apart of a back alley fighting ring, though it was more aimed towards muggles, and wizards who enjoyed a good, hearty fist fight. He took from his drink before he responded. "Never been all that good at dueling. Filling my fist impact flesh is a much better feeling." He said honestly. She seemed to get excited about it though. Her entire demeanor lighting up at the thought. She even took some of his chips. He didn't mind that, it wasn't as if he was territorial or anything. Not here, at least.

But he did have to wonder exactly where she was going with this. He was curious though. "What exactly are you insinuating?" Idris questioned as he placed a few more chips into his mouth.

Lyra Horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

Laughing quietly under her breath, she leaned back again, taking him in. She supposed he was that type, to fight with his hands and not with his wand. With a snort of a laugh she rolled her eyes "Okay, well I'm too small to fight with my hands and win"

Pursing her lips, she looked to his quickly thinning bowl of chips and decided to fight the urge to steal anymore. She was already walking a thin line she supposed, without also stealing the guys dinner. "They're fun though." She went on to explain. "Especially when you're the top billed duelist" with a sly smirk she raised an eyebrow, trying to lure him in a little more.

"I'm not insinuating anything" Playing innocent she moved again to pour him another pint and place it in front of him. "You just seem like a guy who would enjoy a night out there. Wanna come with me?" Tilting her head to the side, she let the pint settle and watched him again with a coquettish smile. She wasn't quite sure why she was here, asking Idris to come out with her tonight. Was she flirting? Or did she just want some company for the night? She wasn't quite sure on either point, but neither hurt to try in all honesty.

"I mean you don't have to, but it could be fun. Think about it" With a nonchalant shrug she stepped back, moving instead to the dishwasher to pull out another round of clean and now steaming hot glasses. 

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Idris couldn't help but scoff when the woman said she was too small. Small didn't always lose against big. There were plenty of behemoths that he fought, and won against. You just needed to know the best way to take them down. Once they fell, it didn't matter how big or small they were. "If you say so." He stated half heartedly. He didn't want to get into the subject of size and fighting. He wasn't in the mood for lessons either. Idris feared that if he told the girl that size didn't matter, there was a chance that she would ask him for pointers, if not now, then later. And he just couldn't be bothered. He wasn't the teaching sort.

He looked at her unamused. Was she really trying to sell him on the idea of fighting with his wand, rather than his body? "I was one of the top ranked fighters in the ring. I know how that feels. It just means that you have farther to fall when you piss off the wrong person." He scowled. He was a werewolf because of that. Not that he wasn't fine with it now. But he had crashed hard because of the decision not to lose when told to. He simply drank more of his pint, hoping that it would wash away the memory. Now wasn't the time to drown in the past.
Without much though, he had emptied the glass.

Being quick on the upkeep, his emptied pint was quickly replaced. She claimed that she wasn't suggesting anything, but that was a clear lie. Only moment's later, she she was offering a chance ot go with her. He looked at her, really looked. The gears in his mind turning as he tried to figure out what her game was. As he thought about it, she simply told him to think about it. And think about it he did. Idris watched her for a while before sighing. "Fine, but I won't duel anyone." That was clear. He hadn't been the best at school, and therefore was sure that he wouldn't be as successful at dueling as he was at fighting.

Lyra Horváth