Fenrir Greyback

I don't know much about politics really but I do know that prejudice and bigotry says more about the people who are bigoted and prejudiced than it does about the people they direct that bigotry and prejudice at. I'm not a saint but at least if I hate someone, I try and make it for a good reason and not for something stupid.


Hey, Bil! I reckon I owe you a few drinks. Got an evening free?

( [Warded Private] )

[Warded to Alphard Black]

Um. Thanks. For what was in the memo.

I'm usually pretty good at avoiding people's silver stuff without looking obvious about it and pretty much every 'anti-werewolf' amulet or charm or whatever I've encountered is rubbish but that fucker idiot who went nuts in Hogsmeade hasn't helped anything. Not that I blame people for getting paranoid or anything.

And, you know, thanks for the job. I won't let you down.

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( [Warded Private] )

[Warded Private]

Blargh. One down, two to go.

Could have been worse. Didn't really hurt myself that much but some of the boards are coming loose in one corner. I'll have to fix them tonight before sunset. Don't forget.

Right now, I'm going back to bed.

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[Warded Private]

Yes, yes, fucking YES!

I've got a job. Fucking hell. I thought he was going to back off when I told him I was a werewolf but he didn't. I didn't think I'd ever be able to get a job in the wizarding world any more unless I lied and that's fucking useless because I usually get found out by the third month of being absent on the full moon. People are stupid but they're not that stupid. I almost didn't tell him when he made that first offer. So fucking sick of being turned down because of it. Except he offered. I didn't ask. Kind of felt like I had to tell him. And he still gave me a job. Bloody hell. Not going to screw this up. Owe him and I'm not going to fuck it up.

Alphard Black. Is he one of those Blacks? Can't be. They're pretty stuck up. One of them wouldn't employ a werewolf. Don't think there are any other Blacks in the wizarding world though. Does it really matter? If I get a regular paycheck out of it, I don't give a flying fuck.

Now. Cleaning charms or the laundromat? Laundromat costs money which I don't have a lot of but my cleaning charms sometimes make my clothes fall apart. Laundromat. I can always nick some money from somewhere to get me through until my first paycheck. I'm not turning up on the 27th smelling like a bum. Better nick enough to cover the room for another couple of weeks until I can get something better.

Fucking hell. I feel like my luck has changed. About goddamned time.

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[Warded Private]

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Another job down the toilet and I owe rent on this pisshole of a room. Fuck it. I'm doing a runner. Not like I gave them my real name anyway. Fenrir Greyback draws too much fucking attention in the Muggle world. What I wouldn't give to be called John Smith. Of course, I am called John Smith at the moment but that's beside the point.

Hell, not like I'd be the first person to do a runner from this place. Seriously, the place smells like piss. They should be paying me to stay here, not the other way around.

Not much point trying to get a new job now. Only a week until the full moon and I'll be pretty much useless for a couple of days afterwards. I'll try and find something then. I think I've got enough to get by and I guess I can steal some shit if I run short.

Fuck. I liked this job. Who'd have guessed the smartmouth little bastard was the boss' son? He deserve the fist in the face though. I'm not taking that back.

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If the boss' son is working with the average blokes instead of up with the pencil necks then he should be able to take whatever comes to him, right? He shouldn't be allowed to go crying to Daddy because he mouthed off one time too many and someone decided to put a fist in that smart mouth of his. And yeah, he was crying. The big fucking baby.

( Fenrir Greyback )