Elocution Lessons

by d00rs

Scabior doesn't understand what it means to be respected, but he wants to. He wants the sort of power Fenrir Greyback has over people, the power to make them quiver and kneel before him. But that's the kind of power that comes from being hated and feared, and Greyback doesn't understand what it means to be respected either. ON HIATUS

2. Chapter 2

I somehow managed to delete this chapter because I am an arse.

It'll be re-written (and hopefully better!) in the next couple of weeks. In the meantime have a drabble, because I don't actually remember what this chapter was about.

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Interlude

"Well?" growled Greyback, his lips pulled back from his teeth, his eyes dark and dangerous.

Trembling, Scabior looked across at him. He wasn't sure whether Greyback would know he was lying. His free hand gripped the sofa cushion, nails catching the fabric. It was scruffy anyway but Scabior wondered if Greyback might find this disrespectful, so he rubbed his jeans instead.

"Well?" Greyback asked again, and this time there was a definite impatience in his voice.

Trying to convince himself more than anything, Scabior nodded, right hand curling convulsively round his mug. "You do. You make a bloody good cuppa."