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Cora thought her own things might be downstream, but Jules had to admit he didn't have much faith in her sense of direction this morning. Besides that, this forest was huge, big enough for a werewolf to get lost in for an entire night without breaking free into civilisation, she could have left her things downstream of any river or trickling stream. Then again, he did think that downstream of this river was a small cave and a series of tunnels that lead into a hillside, and said cave was his first hiding place for his belongings, and more specifically his wand, which he would need if he wanted to get home any time within the next three days. It would be impossible to walk all the way back to his little flat from here, it was literally worlds away. He needed to get to backpack number one and his wand as soon as possible, and if that just so happened to be the location of Cora's clothes, then all the better because he'd have his jumper back, and he so wanted his snuggly jumper. And his blanket.

He dipped his hand into his bag and pulled out a bottle of water, unscrewing the top and holding it out to Cora first. "Drink?" he asked, wondering how long she was going to be snooty with him. The girl he had been friends with back at school had been quiet and easy going, Jules had never been anything but easy and comfortable in her presence, but now she seemed to have at least ten steel walls up around her, and no intentions of even opening a window to let him peek in. He didn't really want to peek in anyway, he'd got a good enough look when he'd first found her. In fact, he wondered just how much of a look he'd gotten of her in wolf form, the memories were blurry, but the breeze that whipped through the forest carried his scent to his nose and he stank of her. Had they...? Did it really matter? Not to Julian. He just wanted to get home and have a bath, some food, painkillers, and a nap. In that order. No snooty old friends in the mix at all. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, the rough material scraping along his bare skin. He really wanted that jumper back.



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tag: Cora Calliope Vance
notes: <3

Discoveries

Someone wasn't in the mood for a catch up. What did she expect him to do, not speak to her at all? They'd been friends once upon a time, did she think it completely unnatural for curiosity to rear it's head in a situation like this?Sure, she might not have wanted to answer questions about how she ended up a werewolf, but as someone who had frolicked - for lack of a more manly word - with her all night, he thought he might be entitled to pry a little bit. Actually, he really wasn't, but he was arrogant enough to have a go. But fine, if she didn't want to make small talk, he could deal with that. "Well if you'd rather stare at my arse in silence, by all means, have at it," he called over his shoulder, thinking there was no way she wasn't having a good look back there. She could play the shy damsel all she liked, but he had a fine arse, and a fine everything else for that matter, and she'd have to be some sort of alien to resist admiring it when it was on full show and his back was turned so he wouldn't even see her doing it. Nobody was virtuous enough to resist that opportunity.

He navigated the small hill in silence, weaving through the thinning trees until he came out on top of the small rise, a trickling stream just a few feet away, a fallen log beside it with a hollowed out hole. It wasn't the best place to store a bag of clothes and supplies, and out of his three hiding spots, it was his least favourite since things could feel a bit cold and possibly damp from being near water. It would do. It was the one he had woken closest to, so they would have to deal with cold clothes. "We're here," he muttered, crossing to the log and reaching inside to pull out a backpack. Crouching on the twiggy, grassy ground, he unzipped it and pulled out a pair of jeans, a loose fitting jumper, and a large woolen blanket. He tossed the jumper and blanket to Cora. "It's not much, but it'll keep you warm until you get to your own clothes," he grinned, standing and shaking out his slightly crumpled jeans, and wishing he'd packed two jumpers or at least two blankets. His torso would be warm for now, but it probably wouldn't stay that way for long. How far away had she hidden her things?



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tag: Cora Calliope Vance
notes: <3

Spring Gala

She looked lovely in a little dusky pink number, her hair up revealing her neck which was just screaming to be kissed - or bitten, but he wasn't certain if she was into that kind of thing or not and would have to tread carefully so as not to scare her off - and it took everything he had in him to not kiss her as she tilted her face up to his, admitting that she couldn't remember much of the speech at all. They were trapped there, or at least he was, in that moment, faces only inches apart, that smile of hers making him feel funny and happy. Jules leaned in a little closer, stopping just before their lips might touch. Allowing himself to enjoy the moment of teasing her, he took in her scent, flowery, a hint of rosemary, sweet to match her personality. His lips parted, eyes on her smile. "Let's go and have a look around a posh house," he said, lips breaking into a teasing smirk as he pulled away from her with no kiss and took her hand.

He led her around the gardens, scooping up two glasses of champagne from a server as they passed, and waved his glass towards the house. "What'll it be? Search for secret doors in the gardens? See if there's a fancy indoor pool?" So he was a red blooded male and would not pass up the chance of seeing her in much less clothing than she currently had on. Much less. "See what's beyond the first floor of the house?" His expression was definitely naughty at that suggestion, though he didn't think she'd go for that kind of rule breaking, and he wouldn't want to get her in trouble at work by encouraging her to piss her boss off. When were they going to get the chance to go exploring around the home of the actual Minister of Magic, though? Likely never. Jules would never have the money for a home of this size. Had he never been bitten, he might have stood a chance at a great job and something a bit better than the nice home his parents had, but as it was, he'd never do much better than said parents house. He knew nothing of Lunete's wealth, but she was young, she certainly wasn't in a position to be looking at mansions for sale. Why not seize the moment and see how the rich and powerful lived?



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tag: Lunete Penelope Dearborn
notes: <3
outfit: Sexy springy hottie!

Spring Gala

A spring gala was a fancy kind of event. Jules hadn't done fancy for a long time, not since he'd been a werewolf, at least. He had dressed up occasionally for a wedding or funeral here and there, and he had friends dotted about the country who would have parties that required one to look nice, but nothing quite of this caliber, and nothing that involved rubbing shoulders with the likes of the actual Minister of Magic. Julian wasn't impressed by power or authority figures, in fact he had always had a bit of an issue with them, and found it his duty to go against them in small ways. He was no upstart, he wouldn't land himself in Azkaban, but he certainly would not be shoving his nose up the Minister's backside to win her approval or affections tonight. He couldn't give a toss if she liked him or not, he did give a crap about her views on werewolves, though. He told himself that if he got a moment to approach her in private, he might ask her just what her stance was over his people, and how she intended to treat them during her stint in power. He knew that he was more likely to devote his entire night to the girl who he had asked to be his date for the event.

Lunete was a beauty, beautiful in a way he hadn't known for quite some time. She was pure, almost innocent, if you like, with a genuine way about her that made her completely enchanting. She wasn't like the women he screwed and never laid eyes on again, she wasn't even like the ones that came back for seconds and thirds. She deserved better treatment than that, and he hoped by courting her properly, taking her on dates, showing her a fun time, that she would be as enchanted by him as he was by her. Their first date had been a success, even though he'd made an idiot of himself by attempting to fly with her. She'd enjoyed their time together, and he'd even managed to kiss her without getting a slap in the face. It was going well, and tonight was just another step in the right direction. It was also a step in the direction of getting under his brother's skin by flaunting his student under his nose. Dorian was so far oblivious that Jules was dating one of his trainee Aurors, and it would delight Jules to no end to see the look on his face when he spotted the two together at the gala. Tonight would be full of perks, it seemed.

His suit fitted like a glove, and he had on sunglasses to try and disguise the shadows under his eyes from the full moon only two nights ago. He was tired, but he'd get through the night, and as soon as the sun set he could remove the glasses so he didn't look like a complete egotistical prat wearing them in the dark. He had picked Lunete up and they had apparated to the Minister's home together. She looked incredible, and it had taken all of his willpower to not stare at her through the entirety of the Minister's speech. He'd only stared at her for most of it. "Did you listen to any of that?" he asked her, leaning his head down so that his lips were nearer her ear, words for her only. "Because I don't remember a word of it. I'm far too distracted." His smile might have been a tiny bit naughty as he stood there in the beautiful gardens of the grand home with the most beautiful girl in the building by his side. He was certainly luckier than his brother, who he had spotted with that tiny little Dorcas whore on his arm. They had to be the most mismatched couple here, unlike Jules and Lunete, who complimented each other perfectly. Then again, Julian would compliment anyone perfectly, he was devilishly handsome and everybody knew it.



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tag: Lunete Penelope Dearborn
notes: He's so modest. XD <3
outfit: Sexy springy hottie!

Dreaming of a Family Christmas

Andre seemed like a cheerful enough chap that a compliment or two, or showing some interest in the things he enjoyed would be enough to win him over. He could always be deeper than that and a very good actor, but Jules hoped it would be a simple task to get the man to see him in a good light. It shouldn't be that difficult a task. Julian wasn't a bad person. Sure, he'd killed people in wolf form, and he'd even bitten people on purpose to turn them into the monsters they so loathed, but it was only ever done as a form of punishment to those that hated his kind and wished to harm them. He didn't see dishing out that kind of justice as something that made him a bad person, he was protecting his family, his pack. It was entirely justified, and the fact that it gave him a deep sense of satisfaction was neither here nor there. he was a good person. He had been raised by lovely people, in a healthy home, and a cheeky personality wouldn't change who he was at his core. It was silly that since he'd become a werewolf he had gotten such a complex that people saw him as the bad guy. It was far from the truth, but his temper often solidified people's judgments, which was unfair and something he had grown accustomed to over the years. These people, this family, they didn't have to see him in that light. Only Dorian knew he was a werewolf as far as Julian knew, possibly Dorcas, but the parents surely didn't have a clue and he would have a clear slate with them.

Andre excused himself and left Jules alone with his brother once more, a strange kind of tension and discomfort settling over the room. It was awkward, and Jules didn't enjoy awkward in any way. He was confident, cocky, even, and he prided himself on being able to cope in any situation. If he could go through the torture of becoming a wolf every month, he could get through a bit of uncomfortable silence and find a way to turn it around. He didn't sit down, and remained standing in the middle of the room, which likely didn't help to ease the awkward atmosphere, but he wasn't comfortable enough to sit down and drop his guard just yet. Dorian attempted small talk, and Jules, pleased at his attempt, decided to throw him a bone and join in, rather than giving a half-hearted "hmm" or something equally unhelpful and rude. "I look forward to it," he replied with a warm smile. "Are we the only guests today or are there more people coming?" he asked, wondering if Dorian would be privy to such information. Just having to spend a bit of time with Dorcas and her parents was enough for him, but if there were more people coming he'd like to be able to mentally prepare for a few more strangers and how he might handle them.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert , André Daniel Meadowes , Emily Jane Meadowes , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and Geralina Amara Drake
notes: Outfit. <3

The Gift

Of course Dorian would need to check with whomever he was going to dump Ariel on to see if they were free, you couldn't just throw a baby at a person without warning. He seemed confident that he'd have an answer by tonight, so ditching Ariel with any old babysitter was probably normal practice for him, and it made Julian seethe at the thought of this beautiful little baby being passed from pillar to post, not knowing whether she was coming or going. He'd have said so, too, only he needed to fool this idiot into trusting him. Jules was half wondering if it was worth it. If he might not be better off just waging a full on war against Humbert for custody of their niece. He'd get to say all of the angry things he was thinking, that would be satisfying enough, but then he knew when she was older that Ariel would be told tales of her horrible Uncle Julian coming in and shaking up her world. He would be painted as the bad guy for it, and Merlin only knew how she would react to that. No, he needed to play along. He could air his real views in time, when he would be less likely to be lynched for it.

"That's fine," he agreed, blue eyes watching Dorian as he packed away Ariel's things and reclined her pram so she could sleep comfortably in it. Jules wanted to stand up and apparate to the other end of the earth with Ariel, rather than part with her now that he'd made his first connection. It killed him, absolutely killed him to instead rise and press her to his shoulder, his hand cradling the back of her heavy head as it rested there, her button nose gently kissing his cheek. Breathing her in for the moment, he didn't hand her back to Dorian, but laid her down in her pram himself, fixing her head comfortably so her neck wasn't bent awkwardly, smoothing her dress down so there were no uncomfortable lumps for her to lay on, and planting one last kiss on her forehead before straightening up and allowing Dorian to strap her in safely. "I'll see you tomorrow then, brother," he said, reaching for his untouched cup of tea and downing the lukewarm beverage in just a few large gulps. "It was nice to finally meet you." His gaze lingered on Dorian's face, so much like their mother, but he eventually tore himself away, his usually cocky gait carrying him to the door of the cafe and out into the chilly air.

He walked slowly, giving Dorian a chance to strap Ariel in to her pram and get her outside. There would only be a short distance between them, not enough for conversation, but enough for Dorian to be fully aware that Jules was walking ahead the entire journey home. Humbert had no idea where Jules had set up home now that he was making a go of a normal life, and him finding out his new brother had moved in down the hall was just going to be one hell of a thrill. Julian would hate to miss out on the moment and have it be discovered some other way. He would be the one to reveal it, and he would be the one to enjoy the look on Humberts face. His steps were purposeful, sensitive ears picking up on the sound of the pram wheels not too far behind him. Julian didn't turn to look at his new family as he walked the same path they had taken to get to the cafe, as he headed right for the apartment building that Humbert resided in, a spring in his step and a smile on his face that Dorian could not yet see. He would have cackled with glee if nobody was around to hear him.


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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
notes: <3

Finding You

Pursing his lips, Jules fought a laugh, though it crept out anyway and it was his turn to be awkward. Flying wasn't something he was good at. He wasn't bad at it, he was just... nothing about it. He had taken it during his first year at Hogwarts, but that had been over a decade ago, and he had to admit if he tried it these days he would be practically learning from scratch. "I haven't flown since Flying lessons at school," he admitted, a hint of embarrassment in his cheeks, though he would recover from it quickly enough. Julian didn't like having weaknesses, things that he wasn't good at, but such things existed, and he found himself liking Lunete enough to want to be real with her. At least over little things like what he could or couldn't do. There was no chance of him ever telling her or any other girl he dated that he was a werewolf, since he considered it to be a deal breaker. He had had enough heartbreak in his life recently, it was time to be more guarded than ever when it came to his secrets. Nobody would be allowed to turn against him if he had a say in it.

"I bet you were Quidditch Captain, weren't you," he grinned, enjoying the image he had in his head of her riding a broom, the wind in her hair, determination in those beautiful eyes. It suited her quite nicely. Jules would quite enjoy having the opportunity to see that, though he got the feeling it would come with a price. The price of himself looking foolish and incompetent. He regarded her for a long moment as he considered whether she was worth it or not. His life was so full of new things, new home, new job, new family. That all seemed to be going fine for him so far, maybe it was a sign, maybe this stage of his life was about learning to embrace new things and to see change as a positive rather than something that brought pain. "I'd be happy to give it another try," he told her quietly, deciding that he had more to gain from pursuing Lunete, and he shouldn't stop himself from having potentially wonderful things in his world any more. She would never know he was a werewolf, so she would never fear and loathe him for that, and he might just have fun along the way.



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tag: Lunete Penelope Dearborn
notes: <3