What's All This Then? [Dan]

[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

Once again Brice found himself wandering the streets of London, back among the muggles. Even though there was a certain vastness in the amount of people and the size of the city itself, there was no doubt that despite the fact that there was a population of millions and millions that shared the same idea of calling that location home it was indeed something he also shared that same idea. This was without a doubt his home and to a part of him it always would be. It was nothing less then a reminder of times that were better and were without a doubt filled with far less troubles. In fact, those times in his childhood where he had thought that Troy was an annoyance to him and something that caused more trouble then good for him, there wasn't anything even in the slightest that compared to what he was dealing with now. Every last bit of his life was now being controlled by the moon without as much as a hope for a cure. But at the very least he was trying not to allow that fact to get him down in the gloomy depths of despair and pity. Honestly that was a reaction that by far was not one that was going to help him at all nor was it going to make anything change or his life better in any way, shape or form. But without a doubt, there was by far that part of him that wanted to just throw in the towel and panic for an unknown length of time like he had for the first few weeks of his condition. At least until the full moon came around and then he had to be a big boy and figure out what in the hell he was going to do. After all, it wasn’t like he could just relax up until the last moment and then just go with it. There were people’s lives at stake.

But it had been months from that point in time now and once again Brice was mulling over more then a few ideas. In fact, he was wandering the streets of London, pounding the pavement as it were, in search of an answer or even a way in which he could go about seeing his family. For more then a few reasons he had pretty much dropped off the face of the earth after being bitten. He just couldn’t put them at even slight risk and he wasn’t ready to tell them. Now, at the very least he felt more ready to inform them of what had happened to him but there was going to be so easy way of informing them of what he was now and the details of what had happened. They were muggles and surely wouldn’t understand everything but then again he could hardly blame them. It was terrible news. Like informing someone that they had a terminal illness and that there was no hope for a cure. Honestly, that pretty much was what his condition was. Breaking that news to them or even figuring out how to show up in the first place were two things that he didn’t know what to do about. There was that chance that just showing up on their doorstep and stopping in for some tea was an idea but for some reason that idea didn’t sit with him. Showing up uninvited after months of no communication was surely going to cause an angry family. At least an angry mother. Maybe ringing them was another option but what would he say? No, it was safe to say that he needed to figure out a more family friend way to see how they were doing, perhaps even talk to them. He just needed to see how they were doing and if it came up informing them of his condition. No matter what way he tried to think of it, it wasn’t going to end well. They wouldn’t understand. They were muggles after all, and they didn't have all the general knowledge that certain things weren't just fiction.

Now he was a living example that werewolves were not just found in books and muggle movies. They were real and just as terrible as muggles thought they were. Brice sighed, stopping in a clear area, taking in the fact that he had managed to walk the same block three times and yet he was no closer to a decision. What was he going to do? Would they even let the big, bad wolf in their house? In all honesty he had no answers, no anything. And thus far he was doing a great job wasting his afternoon off by wandering around, that was something he could have easily done in Hogsmeade. Regardless, he was still hopeful that lap four would have better results for his thoughts. The wizard stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets and started off again. Something that he doubted anyone would notice unless they just happened to be following him. Now that was an unnerving thought. Last thing he needed was to be stalked by some nutcase or fellow wizard or witch. It really was not a good thought seeing as being followed was never a good thing. Though that thought of paranoia halted with a sudden force, flinching slightly and stopping his forward motion, he came face to face with two dogs. Despite the noise of the city his ears were quick to pick up on that sound, the sound of growling. For some reason, it seemed that he was getting that reaction more then not with the canine population he had encountered today. Perhaps they knew something that their human counterparts didn't. Could they really tell that he was pretty much part dog himself?

Brice's gaze lingered on the owner of the mutts for a moment and then back to the dogs. "Do they do that to everyone?" Honestly, he had to know.

Words;; 997
Outfit;; muggle clothes, jacket.
Tagged;; Dan
Notes;; Here you go.
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.

[dan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) Oh it was good to have a day off. Certainly, Dan loved his job as the Manager of Quality Quidditch Supplies, but he loved strolling the streets of muggle London with his dogs just as much. And they loved it too. He had a feeling - while they enjoyed the attention the received by the many customers at the shop, that acting as slobbering, massive rugs half the time wasn't the best way for them to spend their days. It had only dawned on him after the first couple times, that taking Kable and Max on his morning runs as well as lunch-time walks had drastically decreased their tendency to knock things over and break things while he was working. And he certainly had no intention of leaving them at home now that he was Manager. The apartment was nice enough to sleep and power down in, but that was all he liked to use it for - and it was hardly an appropriate size for his large fluffy companions. Which was reason enough for him to be out even on his days off; the two massive sheep dogs at his side, looking this way and that at every other muggle they passed. This went on for a good ten minutes and by then he was a couple roads from his apartment before his dogs pulled to an abrupt stop, and were... snarling? Surprised by this, Dan looked up at what they were growling at and was at a loss. It was just a muggle. Or at least, he looked like one. "Hey, what's up with you two?" He finally said, hushing the large mutts and tugging on their leashes. Frowning as they proceeded to growl, he moved, only to pause briefly at the mans statement. Blinking , he looked at him, "No. Not at all. They're usually..." He trailed off, kneeling down between his dogs, hands rubbing behind their ears as he looked up at the man. The male didn't out-rightly appear to have anything frightening about him, but there was something more distinct about him than others. Dan didn't have the intelligence to deduce just what it was, but he gathered - going on instinct, that it was the same as what Kable and Max appeared so threatened by. "They usually like strangers. Really - they're more apt to pounce on someone, and lick you till you're drenched in drool. I'd consider yourself lucky." He finished with a throaty laugh, the long pause leaving something to be said, reflected by the awkward taste on his tongue. The man before him didn't seem all that worrisome despite what his dogs reactions were implying. If anything Dan perceived him as something of a - he looked over the man briefly - a kicked puppy. Merlin, his love for his loyal furry companions was getting to him. But truth be told - there was just something scraggly-looking about the fellow, almost like a scraggly sheep dog of a sort. There was something also sad about him. Or perhaps his people reading skills were too far into it and he was just over thinking that matter. Perhaps his dogs were simply hungry, or had stomach aches or... he really couldn't decide. The dog lover in him wanted to reach out and pat the man's head like he was one his own mutts, but the concern over his companions reaction also had him somewhat wary. The bloke could be a mass murderer for all he knew. "Let them smell you, they don't bite." He said hoping it would calm them down, not really processing that it was a bit of an odd thing to ask anyone he hadn't really known. But the more he thought about it, the more he thought he'd seen the other male before. Or maybe the kicked puppy look was really the in thing right now. With the amount of people he saw everyday it was nothing abnormal to try to piece together if they had met prior or not, but part of him was certain it was not he was not any customer. He would have actually remembered that much. Unless, unless he saw him somewhere else. Dan had a tendency to visit Hogsmeade often, probably far too often than he needed to. He had an assortment of friends and acquaintances that he would meet up with there, maybe he met this man before on a drunken stupor. Or maybe he was just some guy he saw around working the shops. Though to be fair, he looked more muggle than most of them. And that's when it clicked. He looked up at the man again, taking in his clothing and his scraggly face, "You, I've seen you around Hogsmeade before!" He exclaimed with immediate interest. Who would have figured he would run into his sort while walking the streets of Muggle London. Sure it was not a completely off-thought situation, but he had never actually thought that he would run into another wizard (or at least, what he hoped to be), in downtown London milling with the muggle sort. If he was wrong, the most he was expecting was a confused look. If the man didn't know what Hogsmeade was, then no harm done. He was just thankful he had enough sense not to yell out 'Oh hey! You're a wizard too!' something he'd always been grateful to have the sense not to do. Despite how difficult people thought it would be living amongst the muggles, Dan hadn't ever really struggled with it. It was like having a split life. Muggles also spoke differently, and whenever he partied with them - it was well without any wand in his vicinity. He did still have the sense to carry it on him right then however. Could never be too careful. Especially if this man was indeed a stranger not from Hogsmeade, and further yet, a mass murdering psycho. Though Dan fought for the betterment of his thoughts and was certain, this man was not. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

He himself had never really been around dogs, well, before everything changed that is. But even with his lack of knowledge with the canine species, he had never gotten the growling reaction that he was getting from nearly every dog he passed today. One small lap dog had actually made a lunge for him and he hadn't so much as given any eye contact to the little thing. Things just were how they were at the current time, it seemed that even the canine population had found him something to feel threatened by. Of course, there was a part of the wizard that couldn't blame them for their reactions. Honestly, he was more then a little threatened by his darker side and that was being in his own shoes. Though there was a part of him that felt betrayed by the reactions of what could be distantly considered as kin, it seemed that even the canine world did not want him and if the wizarding world actually knew the truth, he'd be out on the street and jobless so fast it wouldn't even be slightly humorous. At least, that was what he figured anyway, much of the population wasn't fond of the idea of keeping werewolves around not with that Fenrir Greyback making headlines and scaring the world. He was a prime example as to why werewolves were feared. Humans did have a habit of using whatever visual came to mind as a reference as to what something was. Even he himself had more times then not thought of Greyback when someone said werewolf, it was just simple conditioning but it wasn't all together fair. Not all of them were out to infect the population and strike fear into their hearts. Honestly, this werewolf merely wanted to see his next birthday and actually have a job and a roof over his head. Killing or harming people really was at the bottom of his to do list, and that was a long list. Though he did have that ability, that desire to harm humans; maim them, slaughter them, taste blood. But he was better then that and it was safe to say that there wasn't a chance in hell that he was going to be giving into those feelings anytime soon. Even if he had to live in paranoia.

But that did not fix the fact that he was face to face with two growling dogs and their puzzled owner. It wasn't all that surprising that the man said that they were not normally the growly type. Some dogs just were but the odds that more then half of the London population dogs (or so it seemed like he had seen today) could not all be bothered by that same thing. Instead they were all surely all not happy with him for a reason, and it was a reason that he knew without a doubt. At least it made perfect sense even though he was very much so lacking in his knowledge of dogs. To them, he was a threat because he pretty much was a very large, very angry dog in what could be considered a rather human looking exterior. Not that he wasn't human, per say but once a month or so he could hardly consider himself human and that was what they were picking up on. Smart creatures for noticing, really. Humans on the other hand didn't seem to notice anything for the most part, every now and again someone would give him a weird look or do everything in their power to avoid him but that was a rare thing to put it mildly. So over all he was still more then able to have a normal life despite everything. Honestly, if he could just get the dog population to take a breather, then things would be even better. Though even though he wanted to get on the good side of canines he didn't quite care for the idea of offering up his hand to two very unhappy dogs. He eyed the man for a moment, to see if he was kidding but that didn't seem to be the case. Against his better judgement, he looked to the dogs, bringing his hand close to them speaking in what he considered to be a cheerful tone. "Hello there boys."

Brice found himself more then surprised when the man spoke of Hogsmeade. He blinked, taking his gaze away from the dogs. Had that man really said Hogsmeade? Indeed, that sounded to be the case. Meaning that he was not dealing with some random muggle on the street, this was a wizard. The odds against that happening were always slim to none but the thing was, he could not seem to place the man that was before him. "You could have." He replied, still trying to think of where he had seen the man, knowing that he would have remembered the dogs at the very least. But there wasn't a single amount of muggle knowledge of the place so it wasn't like things weren't as they seemed. "Afraid I don't remember you." He paused. "Or... wait... did you bring in a clock to Dervish and Banges that was on the fritz? Bird kept bursting into a poof of feathers every time it went off?" Oh, what an interesting profession he had chosen for himself.

Words;; 895
Outfit;; muggle clothes, jacket.
Tagged;; Dan
Notes;; Here you go.
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.

[dan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) Dan tried to remember if his dogs had ever been so aggresive towards anyone else before and the only time he could seem to recall was when Sirius Black and James Potter had walked into his shop with one of their friends. Lupin, he believed. Though they, if he remembered right, had settled down after they got used to him. Perhaps there was a certain scent to them that put them on their guard. He wasn't quite sure, but it was certainly curious to think about. Of course, it wasn't really that odd for his dogs to bark at strangers every once and awhile, but their growling was what really got him. He couldn't seem to distinguish if it was fear or elsewise. Sometimes, he very much wished he could read their thoughts as well as they seemed to read his, but he supposed just the fact that they showered him in equal affection for gratifying enough for him. Max and Kable, for all intensive purposes, were his immediate family - seeing as he was no longer living with his parents and his sisters were off at Hogwarts. They made up for the gape of loneliness one might come to feel - not that Dan ever really had a problem with that. Frankly, he spent so much time out with others that he hardly noticed. Even if he did get a bit ancy at home sometimes. His flat never really catered to either his, or his dogs need to be mobile and socially interactive. On that particular though, he decided he'd go drinking later. Possibly find a party to crash. He wasn't working tomorrow so the thought was starting to sound that much more appealing. Especially if he found a woman to take home. It'd been awhile since he'd been in contact with any of his lady friends. He was due for some action. But he hardly though to share these thoughts. They were only breath inklings set to linger in the back of his mind. After all, he was much more concerned with keeping his dogs under control. And though they seemed to settle down when he set beside them and rubbed behind their ears, it was until the man opted to hold out his hand that they stopped growling. Instead, his dogs immediately took to sniffing the strange mans hand, their tails eventually starting to wag as they starting licking his palm, leaving slobber on his skin. "There see, he isn't so bad is he?" Not that he was of any right to say otherwise. Really, he didn't know the guy, but he remained to think that he had a rather decent sense of character. And while there was something mysterious about the man, it hardly seemed any less concerning as a number of his acquaintances. Every, after all had their secrets. Even if he himself couldn't seem to conjure any of his own. He was fairly certain though that if he did give it more thought, he had more than one would havbe thought. Small things probably. Brushing the thought off, he rose back to his feet, standing in between his dogs he had taken to sitting on teh sidewalk beside him, their tongues hanging from their mouths, breath heavy with excitement. A norm for them. Rubbing behind their ears casually, he blinked at the man, "I don't think so, never really had to visit your shop, suppose I ought to, I have a cabinet that coughs up dustmoths every couple days. The dogs enjoy chasing the things about, but they're not very fun to clean when they burst into ash. Dunno why it does that." He half laughed, loosening control of his dogs leashes. "At any rate, I probably just saw you around. In.." He stopped for a moment, taking in the mans appearance, another factor clicking in, "Ah! That's why I remember you!" He started, "You were wearing muggle clothes. I don't suppose that means you're muggleborn?" He asked kindly, if not a bit invading. He knew to many that blood status was something of a taboo thing to talk about, but seeing as they were both standing in muggle London he hardly saw how it would offend. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

Brice did find some amount of solace in the fact that the dogs did not try to take off his hand when he offered it to them. Without a doubt he had wondered whether that was going to happen seeing as they were very much so unsure of him and perhaps threatened was the better word used there. Biting did seem to be done out of fear in some cases and thus he wondered if that was the reaction that he was going to get from them. While the injuries were ones that would heal ever better then those of the ones that the very large, very pissed off dog had given him it was still something that he was in no mood to deal with. He had been bitten enough in the past few months that he was quite happy to avoid it, it was not something that he wanted to make a habit of. Honestly he was going to have enough problems now that his arrangements had changed. Instead of worrying about the reactions of others it was more so himself because of the small fact that he did turn into a beast once a month or so and it was already known to him that a lack of ability in finding something to kill, be it human or animal, he would have to turn upon himself to sooth that need. It was a dark and far from pleasant realization knowing that as much as he wanted to keep the population safe from himself he was going to have to take a hit for it. Injuring himself just to make the world a safer place. While to a degree he found the whole thing unpleasant it was better then stooping to the level that others of his kind had. But happily enough that event was weeks away and while he could dwell on it for hours on end, he chose not to, and was far more interested in the man and his dogs that was before his eyes.

And it was safe to say that trying to place the other man was something that was increasingly difficult. The fact of the matter was that the wizard himself could not remember the man more then ever so vaguely and that was not enough to do much when it came to figuring out who he was or at least where they had crossed paths. Indeed, it was more then likely something that was that simple. The general idea of crossing paths and that was just that. Could have seen each other on the street in Hogsmeade for all Brice knew, there was a lot of walking to be had there and it was very much so possible that something like that happened. Or maybe the other was completely mistaken but what were the odds of that? Brice continued to at least look slightly thoughtful as the other male shot down the idea of the two of them seeing each other in his place of work, sadly that was not something that narrowed the whole thing down at all. However, what he said after that was enough to trigger a little something. Not so much as to who the other wizard was but maybe one of them could place the other things would get a little less confusing then they currently were. But even then it dawned on Brice that he made himself easily remembered because of his general habit of wearing muggle clothes even in an all wizarding village. Not that he planned on changing that habit any time soon the fact of the matter simply being that he liked to wear his muggle clothes and they were almost a comfort to him. While he didn't regret being a wizard he didn't want to lose his muggle heritage. Even if there were witches and wizards in the world that hated him for his blood he himself found it to be something to be proud of.

"Yeah I am." Brice replied, finally after so many thoughts flashed through his mind. At least by the other man's tone he was not going to get into some verbal brawl over his blood. Which was somewhat a relief. He was here to figure out how to get in contact with his family not get in arguments with half-brained wizards who thought that being borderline inbred was something to be proud of. Even if that was a harsh view it was the way that he saw things. While he was friends with more then a few pure-bloods, he did not count them in the list of the inbred ones though odds were they were effected too but at least they weren't half as stupid about such a trivial thing as blood. "I still can't remember you though. Did we pass on a street or something?" Honestly, now he was curious.

Words;; 815
Outfit;; muggle clothes, jacket.
Tagged;; Dan
Notes;; Here you go.
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.

[dan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) Dan had a very progressive state of mind. And for the era that he lived in, he was probably considered a rarity of sorts. It was not in his better nature to discriminate for blood, sex, race, beliefs or even sexuality. Several of those concepts being moreso Muggle oriented struggles, but were no entirely without presence in the world he'd been raised in. After all, he'd known of a couple homosexual wizards and witches who had frowned upon and even disinherited for - though to be fair, Dan was under the impression that the matter of disinheriting a relative was almost a trend among long-standing bloodlines. As was arranged marriages - which seemed to be primarily where such a thing was concerning. And while it was understandable to some degree, Dan was a halfblood. And he was not ashamed of it in the least. He felt no weaker than a pureblood and in some cases even felt stronger. Inbreeding, as had become more acknowledged in recent years, created a lot of biological problems. Something Muggles had been much quicker in realizing, it seemed. Which would figure. They were advancing much differently and to a much more innovative degree than his kind. Even if social strains seemed much more barbaric. Race in the wizarding community didn't make a wizards blood anymore or any less pure. So as far as Dan was concerned, the Muggle stresses on racial discrimination were beyond foreign and entirely nonsensical to him. As for female oppression. Oppressing a female witch - or any of the ones he knew, seemed like an almost frightful concept. Though he was certain in earlier times they were meet with double standards, just a men are in some instances, he had a feeling it wasn't nearly as bad for Witches as it was for Muggle females. Now beliefs. Religious and likewise, was an area he was certain all manner of being could relate to. At least, the ones who could communicate. Equatable to blood feuds, the religious based warfare of the Muggle world was not quite so foreign and was often just as complex and violent. It was almost comical to think Elitists above Muggles when they were really no different at the core. So for that reason, among others, the fact that the young man before him was a Muggleborn made no difference to Dan. In a way it was probably best to say that he was actually more intrigued by the man for it. After all, Dan took avid enjoyment in the Muggle world and essentially lived in it for that very reason. He'd also taken a rather keen interest in those who had no magical background and how they adjusted to a world they'd never thought to exist. Responding with a casual smile, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat, fingers still gripped around the leads. At the young mans following question, he quirked a grin followed by a laugh, "I don't reckon you would remember me. I honestly just recognize you, is all. Not many magic folk these days, have the balls to walk around in Muggle ware. Dangerous times being what they are only makes it even less common." He added, shifting his weight a bit before pulling his right hand from his pocket, "Almost forget. I'm Daniel Cadwallader," He said, introducing himself where he had previously forgotten to. "Call me Dan though. Mums the only one who calls me by the full name. And nothing good ever follows when she does," He laughed, holding out his hand to shake the others. It was moreso a muggle custom, but not entirely unnatural for wizards to adopt the notion. At least, from what he gathered. Really, it was just one of those things he never bothered to think about. That he had forgotten to introduce himself wasn't either. Particularly in this case, seeing as his dogs had distracted him from doing so. And really, if they hadn't had pinpointed the man from the crowd, they may very well have walked right passed the other. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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