rhys alexander greyback
HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF CURSEBREAKER ECHO
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played by vanessa
the air around me still feels like a cage
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last online May 18, 2024 1:38:18 GMT -7
WIZARDING ADULT
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Apr 26, 2024 2:14:23 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Apr 26, 2024 2:14:23 GMT -7
Coming out to the light of day We got many moons that are deep at play How fortunate for Rhys that this lovely month of December contained not just one full moon but two. Since returning to work at the start of autumn, Rhys had found himself incredibly busy and losing all sense of time in most cases. Because of this, Rhys hadn’t successfully timed his Aware Wolf potions to coincide with the full moon week since September. With how much he had worked over the last decade, his seniority sometimes allowed him to choose his schedule. For the last few full moons, Rhys had managed to make it home and to the Werewolf Hotel in Diagon so he wasn’t a danger to others at a minimum.
This reminded him of a favor Nell had asked him several years before. And one he could fulfill in this state—begrudgingly. Rhys had meant to stop by earlier in the week, but his hands were full with a very energetic Amelia. She spoke a million words a minute (sometimes making sense) as she excitedly took in the world around her. Not to mention those eyes of hers caught onto shiny objects faster than Gringotts best niffler. After the long previous day and late night, Rhys took the opportunity to sleep in. Not to mention, he’d easily persuaded Juni to stay the night.
Pushing the door open in the early afternoon hours, Rhys instinctively looked up when the bell rang. He looked for his oldest friend. Sometimes, she was with a customer or working on a wand, wearing those eyeglasses that magnified her eyes to ridiculous levels. But Rhys didn’t see her at first. ”Nell?” Slowly, he took steps toward the counter. It was always amazing to see the work she produced, the boxes that lined behind the service counter but with far more creative combinations than her family’s ancestral shop. He thought about the items in his pocket and the wand Nell had replaced for him right before Amelia was born. If the last two and a half years were any indication, Nell knew what she was doing.
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last online May 19, 2024 14:47:17 GMT -7
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May 19, 2024 14:47:41 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on May 19, 2024 14:47:41 GMT -7
▲ The holiday rush was about to be upon her. That brought a multitude of problems for Nell, mostly due to two reasons: wand repairs that snippy parents wanted completed before the start of the spring term, and the yearly Ollivander Christmas dinner. Nell hated both with a burning passion, but at least she was paid for the one (though she was positive there had been years where her parents had slipped Benny or Franky a handful of coins to play nice and stick around for the whole dinner). Regardless, Nell always ended up with the short end of the proverbial stick for both this time of year, and with the previous day being the end of the fall term, she’d already had several irate parents in the shop. Their kids always looked like hurt little puppies, as they usually destroyed their wands. Depending on the state of it, she could either fix it or offer for them to buy a replacement. When it came to that, she usually sent them to Ollivander’s. They had better starter wands than she did, which ironically enough, most current ones there were probably made by her during her apprenticeship. With the morning rush over – there had been a small line waiting out front for her to open the shop – Nell was seated in her workspace behind the shop eating her lunch. Typically she locked up and dragged herself upstairs into her flat to do so, but today was far too busy to do that. Halfway through a bite into a peanut butter sandwich, she heard the bell above the front door jingle. Eyes flittering closed for a moment as she groaned, Nell placed her lunch carefully down and slowly made her way towards the front. The call of her name made her ears perk up: it was Rhys. Stopping and doubling back, she grabbed the paper plate her sandwich was on and brought it up with her. He wouldn’t care if she was eating while they talked. ”What’s up?” she asked as she stopped at her counter and finished the bite she had started only a few seconds earlier. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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