Marcus Dilworth was reviewing his reports of the Veils fluxion for the twenty third time that day, the rolling parchment layered most of the tiles and too many a time Simon (a desperately nosey sort who partnered his office) had almost trampled upon the exquisite readings. After some pushing and bargaining into Head of the DMLE's office (took a dreadful four hours) he had been told the Man who had appeared in the stars of wild Magic was being searched on the hush for questioning. He had never been more excited, it coincided with the news the Auror's were investigating the Magical Signature left at the crime scene of the Offspring of Wild Magic's daring escape.
It had been an accomplice, he was certain of it; the Auror's had given him a look vaguely of pity and nodded. Marcus realized it must have been because they had believed him wrong, but delightfully he found they took his tip and spurred an entire investigation upon it.
They searched for recordings of the Magical Signature in their reports, and followed after much research. Which Marcus had watched skeptically while pacing the hallways before the Auror Office (they had refused to allow him entry). He understood of course, his work was his pride, and others taking such pride in their work were riveting.
So when the stock, blond Auror, limping heavily on a gnarly cane burst through his office door. He had not been expecting it, safe to say, but in no way did it not mean he was less than delighted. He gathered up the rolls of parchment, "What may I do for you gentleman?" he asked the Auror and the two behind him, one he recognized as the thin, tooth-pick fellow, Bourne, the other was either Johnson or the man struck with the tickling dreadlocks curse from the alleged Sirius Black.
The auror took limping, lumbering steps forward so he stood directly before him. Even in his height, his gaze was discerning and he pulled his tie anxiously. The blond Auror tufted. "You can begin by comparing this with the readings from the Veil," the blond Auror clicked his fingers with a flick of his wrist and Bourne handed some files to him. He took them eagerly, when he realized these must be of the assailant which had assisted the escape of his Subject, he barely managed to contain a squeal of pure joy. "Now," he growled.
Marcus diligently pounced into work, flicking switches, comparing data listed to flashes of bulbs, twitches of knobs and with each passing second his enthusiasm grew and an urge to laugh in giddy merriment overwhelmed him. The entire while, unbeknownst to him, he had been spouting marvels into the air and in one instant nearly slapped Bourne's behind with a wave of his dancing hand. "Yes, yes, yes!" he bellowed, and the other Auror snickered into his fist and muttered something to Bourne, who smirked, a tinged pink upon his cheeks.
"What?" the leading Auror on the cane rolled his eyes upward, and tapped his cane impatiently on the tiles.
He ripped some parchment from the machine which his bulbs flashed, and lay it preciously upon his desk after swiping the clatter off in a wide arc. "You see here, and here," he pointed to the runes carved onto two rolls of parchment. "The one who assisted my Subject, this Sirius Black of Azkaban, also came through the Veil-"
"You're certain?" the beady eyes of the stout Auror were narrowed, and Marcus rushed, aghast with the notion his work could be declared as inefficient.
"I am positive," he insisted, he squinted at the runes, than eyes wide he exclaimed a profound "ooohhh" the other Auror and Bourne snickered again, "he was not alone. There was another smaller signature that came through too. I would say still a child, defiantly not someone after their magical maturation." The stout Auror's lip quirked and he raised his head from where he bent to glare at the other Auror.
"Well," he snapped, the other Auror appeared completely baffled. "Go see if an Underage Trace get set off in the area. Go, go, go!" he rattled his cane angrily, as the man fled the room. Bourne was now frowning, and Marcus felt oddly satisfied by that, that would show the man for not taking his work seriously. "Now what else can you tell me about the signatures?"
Marcus clapped his hands ecstatically, wringing out his polka-dotted tie to get more comfortable as he bent over his work. "There is something strange with the younger signature, it could also be just because it is younger but I don't believe it is just that. There you see that rune, and this one here, they usually do not coincide except when dealing with abnormalities-"
"So the kid has a…abnormality?" Marcus frowned at his gruff tone.
And then nodded. "A magical abnormality, it is magical, defiantly magical creature, but further than that I can't say for certain." There was silent a long moment, so Marcus proceeded. "The elder Magical Signature," he scrutinized it momentarily, "male, defiantly male, these things are defined as time goes on, and becomes practically glaring-"
"Anything else Mr. Dilworth?" the Auror asked moodily.
He picked at the runes, rapping his fingers on the parchment. "The elder male, there is something wrong with his Runic Magical Signature, it is lacking in number of descriptive Runes. See, each one holds at least seven, his only holds six-"
"What does that mean, that he only holds six?" being interrupted again, Marcus huffed.
But concluded anyway, "I am not certain for I have never come across it, in all my years," the prospect of meeting this new Subject, began to excite him thoroughly. "Perhaps he lost some of his magic, perhaps switched it with something else. There is also to consider, that these brave travelers have come from Wild Magic herself. That I have been able to discern anything at all from her wonder is a miracle in its self."
The Auror nodded sagely, clenching a fist over his gnarly cane – he hoped it wouldn't put cracks in the tiles. "Moody!" the other burst into the room, waving a slim file around and passing it into the Auror, named Moody's awaiting palm (what a befitting name!). Moody skimmed it, a wryly smile ensnared his chapped lips and he snapped the file closed in what must have been happiness.
"Thank you Mr. Dilworth, you have been a great help." Marcus beamed.
The incessant, endless click of his watch vibrated in his mind, painstakingly loud…and slow. Had time always passed so merlin-forsaken slowly? Ivor's fingers drummed repeatedly on the desk, sending ripples into the slim liquid in the cast iron cauldron. His fingers darted closer to a prickly barb root; almost transparent thorns lined it side.
Thankfully, before he was poisoned and bloated beyond all recognition, Regulas clasped around his fingers and set his hand down on the bench beside them. He smirked, still swirling the azure liquid with a wooden spoon absently. "Thanks," his ebony haired friend nodded, Ivor's sharp nose twitched to scent the potion. "It think it needs another newt eye."
"That's it," Regulas trailed off, fishing a small yellow orb from a jar on their table. He curled a lip, and began to dice it finely. Ivor snickered, taking it from him easily, ignoring his light flick of his ear with a grin, and scooping the exquisitely diced newt eyes into the cauldron. He sniffed it, and almost gagged. Regulas nodded consolingly, "five years of newt eyes, and you'd think you get used to the smell…"
"Never," Ivor agreed, backing away as was possible on their bench.
Regulas observed him momentarily, casting a status charm on the cauldron. "So," he prompted, Ivor winced but held his tongue. He didn't want to lie, he also couldn't tell the truth. It was not his secret to share, no matter how much he frantically worried over it. "is there a reason you're acting as if you just got betrothed to a warthog?"
Ivor chuckled breathlessly, waving a dismissive hand. "I'm sure I don't look that ill," Regulas crossed his arms, and raised a perfectly angular eyebrow. There was no winning this, Ivor realized in his depleted state of mind and lack of slumber earlier that night. "I'm just worried is all, about Teddy," he specified, and added, for a curious Slytherin was a nosy Slytherin, "he wasn't feeling very well, didn't show up yesterday." He shrugged carelessly, hating he was lying to his one friend in his dorm.
Regulas seemed to read on Ivor that he was missing something, but thankfully did not mention it. Instead he said, "Edwards is a Gryffindor, I'm certain he's gotten himself into worse situations and lived to tell the tale." Ivor doubted that. Instead of saying so though, he wiped his hands from eye juices on a paper towel and passed one to Regulas, they combusted instantly when set upon the desk. "We have a free period after this, you should visit him."
"No Professor Simmers?"
He shook his head smiling faintly, "No Professor Simmers," Ivor heaved a shaky breath in relief. He didn't think he would've lasted until the end of the day. The clock chimed and students exhaled their relief and whooped their joys. Professor Slughorn sighed extravagantly and flicked his wrist; Ivor shucked his bags into his books. "You'll be at lunch today?" Regulas asked over the clatter of the packing, chattering students.
Ivor bit his lip, "depends," he answered, proclaiming a wintry smile. Ivor fled the room without further ado, leaping onto a shifting staircase, and clambering up the stairs when it shuffled into spot. Professor Porter's class held two fourth years huddling over a note in the backseats, they were alone apart from that. He knocked on the quirked office door, "Professor?"
The other students didn't look up, so Ivor peeked in to survey a room which must have been ravaged by skivers. What could have been a sophisticated office was trashed with crumpled wads of paper, ripped diagrams, a few trinkets insides were splayed bare on messy stacks. It did nothing to help the quelling fear tighten. Ivor stepped into the room, spotting a lone wide portrait of a round faced woman, with a shimmering silver feather poking from her bonnet. "Em, excuse me," he coughed, the woman turned a disapproving eye upon him, "I was wondering if Teddy was in the room? I've been inside before," he rushed to say, "and I know Teddy had really, really rough night last night so I need to see if he is alright. Can you maybe ask if I can see him?"
The woman sucked her cheek, and disappeared from the frame. Ivor began to wonder if she had left him there, but then the door quirked open and Ivor was in the presence of a giant with shaggy ebony hair. It couldn't possibly be giant, the gamekeeper - he was a half giant, and this man, while tall was in no way elephant-stump bulky. "Can I help you?" for some reason Ivor thought the man was mocking him, his glinting gray eyes were a tad too bright and reminiscent of the Gryffindor Black. So he defiantly wasn't working any favors in that direction.
"Um hopefully," what was the stranger doing here, was he, perhaps a healer? A specialist to help Teddy, he wouldn't be from the Ministry. "I was worried about Teddy, is he here? Is he, um – can I please just see if he is okay?"
The towering man cocked a head to appraise him, a tiny smirk worms onto his cracked lips and he nods, gesturing through to the now wide open door. "Come on then, he's been waiting for you." Ivor steps follows quickly through the narrow hallway, "Oi! Get your furry arse back in bed, what's the matter with you-" Ivor stepped into the room to witness a stark, moonlight figure, with smudges of indigo hiding his smirk behind a pout.
"Honestly I am fine," the figure rolled his eyes, allowing the man to push the covers over him again. "Hey Ivor," he greeted, beaming, he waved a hand, "well, come on, I'm done biting."
Ivor blinked, pretty certain his jaw had dropped, "You realize you're glowing?" he dropped his book bag on the floor and stood at Teddy's bedside.
Teddy lifted up an ethereally ice colored arm to stare at it as if he had only just recognized the patent, he shrugged. "Just a side effect we're guessing, I can't seem to change," he scrunched up his nose to concentrate, but when he blinked, if anything, his lips looked a more puce. "It'll wear off," he added convincingly.
Ivor just nodded, satisfied with the knowledge that Teddy was mentally stable, and physically unharmed if not for his tortured-ghost appearance. "Do you remember anything?" the man shifted in a chair, lapping the Daily Prophet to conceal his strangely familiar features.
His friend smiled wryly, leaning back across the headboard and picked at his nails. "Not much, but, I think," he checked with the concealed man's newspaper, "I think it was less painful for me than for him. They say the first time is the worst, but after a few minutes when we transformed back, I was, well, mostly fine." He lifted his glowing arms if to show. "And Remus – Remus wasn't."
Ivor perched on the edge of Teddy's bed, patting his white forearm finding it oddly warm to the touch. "Perhaps your Dad's blood helped you there, or maybe your ability, either way…" he trailed off, hoping Teddy would understand: your parents are still watching out for you. Teddy's smile became thick, he bowed his head and Ivor looked away. He hated tears, but couldn't find it in himself to take back what had pursued them. No, nope, he was just going to have to man it out.
Teddy coughed, "um, thanks. Anyway," he began shortly, wrapping an arm around his gangly frame, "eh, how is Emma? She's finished her flying lessons?"
Ivor exhaled with relief, enthusiastically explaining his pride and joy, "Yep, she's got to work on the landing a bit, but other than that, ace flying. She's grown quite a bit since you've last seen her, lost most her baby feathers,"
Teddy smiled softly, "I liked that lime coat,"
He nodded, "Yeah me too," he sighed, "she'll be able to join the colonies soon. They'll be coming in a week or two, and she should join them."
His friend poked his crooked knee, smiling slyly. "You have to let her leave the nest, Mama," Ivor snorted, than chuckled and swatted Teddy's probing finger. "So apart from that tragic news," Ivor smothered his snort, "what else have I missed? Oh, how was the relocation to the den?" Den – in reference to the snake den, in reference to his newly claimed status, as a meagerly wanted member of the Slytheirn house. "Slytherin Black kept his word right?"
Ivor was aware of his friend's suspicious nature, and he nodded brightly. "Yep, fine and dandy," the man had sometime lowered his newspaper to survey Ivor with inquisitive gray eyes, Ivor narrowed his own. The man knew something, he didn't know what yet, but the man knew. "I don't think I've met you before," he prompted in the man's direction.
The man folded the newspaper on his lap with deliberate slowness, his lips curving into a wide smirk. "I don't think we have," he complied outstretching a hand to shake, "Snuffles." For a moment Ivor wondered if the man had impairment, then Teddy snorted into his fist.
Ivor raised an eyebrow, "are you taking the mickey?" his lips twitched treacherously.
"Nope, names Snuffles in these wild woods. Pleasure to meet you lad," Ivor shook his large hand, biting his lip to keep from appearing too bemused. "Now," he settled languidly into the arm chair, "what about this Slytheirn Black, sounds like a prat." To Teddy this was infinitely hilarious; he collapsed with his head in his hands to stifle gales of laughter.
Ivor knew he was missing something, but didn't appreciate the backlash on his newly minted friend. He crossed his arm, lips' still smiling in response to the mirth Teddy was preaching. "He's not a prat at all," Snuffles sent him an oddly incredulous look, "he isn't, defiantly the nicest guy in our dorm," Snuffles snorted something along the lines of 'snakes', Ivor frowned. "You have something against him?"
Snuffles shook his head vehemently, then paused and nodded sagely. "Against his brother," Teddy choked, howling his laughter into the palms covering his face and buried in his knees.
"I'm missing something here?" it was more a statement than a question. Snuffles was beaming at Teddy and was obviously, extremely proud of himself.
Snuffles smile lightened as he turned to Ivor, softening the sharp lines in his tired face. "Yep," he answered simply.
Ivor opened his maw to prod for more questions, "Mr. Ramely," he whipped off the bed, noticing a deer-in-head-light's Professor Porter. Professor's eyes jutted to Snuffles and narrowed dangerously. "What's going on here?" Ivor thought he was asking Snuffles but couldn't fathom why in the race of his pumping heart.
"I apologize Professor, the door-"
"Professor," Snuffles snickered and Porter sighed exasperatedly, setting a tomb Ivor knew to be from the restricted section on his clattered desk. "We're just catching up," he raised an eyebrow and grinned, "Did you find it?"
Porter nodded. Fingers tapped his knuckles, and he swiveled his head to witness Teddy smiling at him. "I should be back tomorrow," Porter grunted, displeased by the notion, "I promise," Ivor recognized a farewell, so he nodded his own, grinning briefly at Teddy, who had two indigo splotches on his cheeks, and Snuffles. And he fled the room, in the hallway he heard. "You recognize him?" Teddy was asking, Ivor stilled at the door, instincts alerting him to listen for potential information.
Ivor fought with it, this was his best friend, and Snuffles was easily likeable too. "Yeah," Ivor recognized sheepish regret, "used to read my brothers diary," 'he had a diary?' Teddy injected, and Snuffles chuckled nervously. "Yeah, he stopped when he realized I read it for kicks," Ivor had to leave, the door creaked open but the question was loud in his ears.
"What'll happen to him?" Ivor hadn't the faintest idea how their conversation made any sense. He knew his best friend well enough to know he was hiding something, he knew enough of Professor Porter to know he was troubled, and researched in a fervor Ivor had once admired. But Porter's question was soft, poised with trepidation, and Ivor's body stilled in the need to understand, to know what they were talking about.
Snuffles coughed gruffly, his words simple and betraying the palpable remorse, "he died." Breaths shuddered in his chest; it couldn't – wait what? He didn't think Teddy was insane; he wasn't, so what- "Oh shit," Snuffles was in the entrance of the hallway, spotting him halfway out the portrait.
Ivor did the only thing sensible when faced with news of his impending doom from mouth of his mental best friend's guardians. Ivor bolted, as if the cloaked, looming figure of Death was on his heels, and he felt breathless panic stretch his lungs, because apparently, Death really was on his heels.
"Ivor, wait!" Sirius dashed after Ivor, Harry halted his progress, casting a shaken, gaping glance at the empty hallway, as if begging it to rewrite their stupid, foolish lapse of vigilance. His body refused movement, Ivor was going to die...? Ivor, his best friend – he didn't deserve – he wouldn't – he'd never – he couldn't, just, die. He lifted his wide, panicked gaze to meet bright gray eyes, a tense jaw ready for combat. Sirius faced Harry fiercely. "It's enough Harry, things aren't going to follow through as they did for us, and thank Merlin! I'm not going to let that white bastard live to kill everyone when I can do something about it!"
Sirius whipped on a cloak, bypassing a gaping Harry into the hallway. Harry rustled from his stupor, disappearing in the hallway as well. Teddy clambered from the bed, his legs buckling beneath him and he clawed onto the bedpost to remain standing. "That isn't funny," Harry snapped, "You can't just go gallivanting off to try to kill Voldermort, you'll get yourself killed!"
He witnessed Harry and Sirius glowering rebelliously on opposite sides. This day was just a fucking nightmare, "Teddy told me what I allegedly did to him," Teddy winced, it had been a moment of weakness that morning when he had come back, "guess what Harry? I never did that!" Harry opened his mouth to retort, the offence clearly clawed on Sirius's face at the accusation. "I may have been a prat, but I know, I would have remembered that!" he gave Harry an astounded, hopefully breathlessly look and insisted, "This isn't our time."
Harry recoiled into himself; Teddy winced, for it was in preparation to lash with the fury magnified. "You're right, this isn't our time. We don't owe these people anything; they're not the people you know! These are just shadows of people you know, they are not them!" Harry shoved Sirius's chest hard. "You are not risking your life for shadows."
It couldn't get to blows, it wouldn't, Sirius and Harry loved each other, and he knew that, anyone could tell that. Maybe, that's why, they would? Harry's emeralds were panicked, Teddy always relented whenever the appeared for they wriggled maliciously on his insides. Sirius remained impervious though, still bent backwards from Harry's shove and when he straightened, there was a defiance which did not bode well. It promised that all boundaries had fallen and Teddy'd claws screeched on the wall. "So, what, you're going to trap me here too? After that Godric-damned house and twelve-soddin'-years in Azkaban!"
Horrified, Harry staggered backwards as if struck, the aggrieved hurt marring him. Sirius grimaced sourly at his shoes, his lips tousling in an act to hold off words. Sirius fisted the cloaks charcoal sleeves, and stomped through the portrait hole. Teddy stood, shocked and disbelieving; it became startlingly apparent in the silence that Sirius was gone. "Sirius!" he bellowed, Harry's gaze burning whips on his cheeks, and he stumbled over the entrance, feeling a bite of tears in his eyes as he observed the barren office.
Sirius was gone, and Teddy doubted he would lay eyes upon him again.
"He's gone," he said aimlessly, fisting his eyes from the bite of tears. "Shit," he cursed, this couldn't be happening. Ivor…Ivor was going to die; he knew Teddy and Harry and Sirius were abominations; and Harry was broken; and Sirius had departed. "Shit," he mumbled, bowing over his fists and releasing shuddering breaths. "Shit," he wailed testily, muffling his desperation.
"Teddy," he peered over his shoulder, Harry's eyes were haunted and downcast again. Teddy couldn't, he just couldn't bear witness to it anymore. Not when Harry had just stopped sporting it with the arrival of Sirius.
"I have to go, I can't – I'll come back - Sorry, It's just-" Teddy smeared his watery eyes and bolted out that door. In a thrum of blood, he raced in hollow corridors and when he heard the high chatter of girls, he yanks his hood to conceal stringy, pristine white hair. He is heaving when he reaches the banner on the wall, and pleading that Ivor had found here sanctuary. He hadn't, the Room was abandoned when the door unveiled for him. He took one lunging gasp, his limbs trembling as they clenched the frame.
Teddy needed to explain, to make him understand. He dashed through the hallways, speeding past a yelping short mass, and galloping down secret stairwells to reach the bottom floor. He just needed to get to the dungeons, just needed to explain. "Teddy?" he faintly realized the Marauders were huddled beside the open-wide infirmary door, and skidded past them to leap down the stairs to the dungeons.
He startled sleeping frames in frenzy, halting suddenly at the expanse of shadowed cragged stone. He seized a deep breath in preparation, fist raised to pound, to demand face with Ivor. He didn't though; Ivor had just overheard he was going to die, and whether he believed it or not; why would Ivor want to remain friends with him after that? After so callously spewing his death sentence piled with insanity?
Teddy whirled away, digging his palms into his leaking eyes. Damn, how could he have failed so horribly? He had lost his closest friend to this nonsense; he didn't even want to go back. "Teddy?" the voice was guttural, and Teddy winced. "Teddy, tell me what's wrong." In blurry vision of ice eyes, he saw Remus, supported heavily by James, whose brows were furrowed. It took a few moments for him to realize it was in concern, and directed at him.
He sniffled, shaking his head, and pawing final droplets from raw eyes. "It's nothing you can help with," his reassuring smile was a morose grimace. Remus was pallid except for the splotches of scarlet on his cheeks, perspiration dampened his fringe. Teddy stepped forward, the amber in which he had found solace was weary, and it speared fear into his chest. "You need to rest."
Remus frowned, unwinding his arm from James's shoulders with a wince to stand without assistance. James stood precariously beside him, hands poised to catch him if he were to fall. Remus's lips quirked in an exasperated, fond smile, and he waved James off. "I'm fine Prongs; I think I'll find my own way back." James's jaw tightened, as if he wished to relent but could not. The gesture was so purely Harry, Teddy blinked, recalling in revulsion that he had abandoned Harry, precisely whence Sirius had bailed.
"No, no," he huffed, skimping the long bright string behind his ear, "I have to get back to Harry," he palmed his burning cheek, and exhaled heavily to brace himself.
Remus latched onto his bicep, amber bright whilst they peered intrusively. "Come here," Remus shuffled to drag him into a dark side corridor, and into a small alcove lit by a tiny gas lamp on the curved walls. He glanced back at the dreary hallway, but James was gone and with him the presence of Harry. "How are you feeling?" Teddy almost laughed.
"Fine," he replied snarky, why was he doing this? Teddy skimmed down the wall to sit, and Remus eagerly fell opposite. "Sorry," he repented, Remus smiled wearily.
"It's okay; you can tell me what happened. I promise, I'll do my best to understand," Remus was sincere, and Teddy was humbled and grateful for his existence in his life.
Even so, Remus couldn't begin to fathom what had occurred that noon. The only ones that could comprehend had split ways, ascending through different winding roads. Sirius exploded in the prospect he could save the needless battle due to ravage those closest to him. Harry investigates a way backwards, towards normality and the life he had created. Teddy had only ever dutifully stood at his side, but now; it was getting a bit too late for that. He had accustomed to his new life, he didn't want to give it up. He honestly didn't think he would be able to manage without Remus's support, or Ivor's sincere laughter. "It's really nothing you can understand,"
This bemused Remus, he crossed his arms and ankles languidly. "Try me,"
"I'm supposed to go back," he muttered before he could comprehend the overwhelming need to give his thoughts air so perhaps, they would dissipate from his mind. He exhaled deeply, encircling arms around his bent knee and pressing his chin to it. "We're not from around here, and Harry's trying to find a way for us to go back."
He scrunched his bare toes, he hadn't even realized. "And you want to stay?" Teddy felt tears prickling his eyes, because that was what it came down to. He nodded glumly. Remus smiled tenderly. "Why do you have to decide defiantly between two places? Can't you still come to study here?" Teddy shook his head, his cheeks fuming and he pressed his clammy fingers to one.
"It's not like that, I made a, a stupid mistake, and we're not even certain if we can go back, but Harry is trying. He's trying so hard and I don't – I just can't go back." He shook his head, "too much has changed and this," he chuckled because the revelation was amusing from an ironic, morbid view, "this is my home."
Remus leaned forward, clasping his shoulder tightly and his expression recognized the seriousness of the situation. "Then you have to tell him."
Teddy shook his head, his heart pounding with the mere thought, "I can't do that, I had a life there," he hissed.
"Hey," he placed a clammy hand on his cheek to stop his shaking, his eyes aflame with fierce embers, "telling him what you feel doesn't override what you once felt. You can't allow your feelings to be unaccounted for," a pulse of pain spiked between his eyes and he rubbed it.
"No," he agreed, exhaling darkly in the stifling heat of the dungeons. Remus smiled softly, shuffling his gangly, too longs limbs to a more comfortable position against the hard stone.
"So, why are you glowing?"
Teddy laughed, groundlessly pleased with the charming question. "I'm using a new soap," he mumbled dryly, a lopsided grin etched onto his indigo lips. Remus chuckled.
A/N: truth be told, this is not what I expected to happen in the chapter - this has happened before and bore fruit to the whole Teddy is a werewolf thing. But now that I've done it, I doubt it could have gone another way. There are probably only a few more chapters left, and I would love to here you're thoughts. Is it what you expected ma' Gents and ma' Ladies? :)