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om_mainSirius meets Rahne. It doesn't go well though ends a lot better than it might have.
Warning: there's mentions/accusations of preying on girls followed by homophobia. Also Sirius uses the Q slur in reference to himself.
Alone, as usual. Rahne had liked the solitude of her room at first, but nowadays the quiet lonely hours grated on her nerves. She was currently trying to fill the void with a Chopin CD, piping hot tea, and Wuthering Heights.
The forgotten tea had grown cold, and the album restarted by the trine that Rahne looked up from her book. She smelled something that didn't belong. She turned down the corner of her page, slipped out of bed and into her slippers.
Was that dog that she smelled? Clearly it wasn't coming from inside the room, so she slowly opened the door and peeked into the hallway. This was all just a little creepy.
Padfoot was bored. B O R E D bored. How that had lead him to the girls wing he couldn't quite remember but now he was following scents, trying to see if any friends were home. the sound of a door opening made him paue, head cocked thoughtfully. The girl he didn't know but he'd caught that scent about the school a few times and it was similar enough to that of Bigby and Remus to tell him that this was another wolf.
She froze on instinct, holding as still as a wolf in the woods. That was a big dog. The sight of him was agitating her fight-or-flight instinct. But she couldn't let the wolf drive her; she mustn't. "C'mere, lovie," she called, holding her hand out to the dog. She had to check and see if he had a collar, and return him to his home.
Everything about the dog's demeanour and movement screamed 'I am pleased to meet you and not a threat' with a hint of submissiveness because where wolves tended to co-exist equally, dogs worked more on a dom/sub framework generally and it was instinct. He wanted to be friend and the meant showing that he was no threat to the wolf whatsoever and he padded over happily to sniff the hand.
She let him take a minute to get to know her, then crouched down in front of him. Subtly, his behavior had put her utterly at ease. Idly, she scritched him behind his ear as she lifted the tag on his collar. "Well, aren't ye just a sweet duckie? James must be missing you."
Padfoot's tailed thudded against the floor happily, he LOVED ear scratches. They were almost as good as belly rubs. With a happy, agreeing woof he turned his head to nose at and lick her hand happily.
She giggled. Actually giggled. When was the last time she had done that? "Come along, Duckie. We'll call your master, an' you can have a biscuit." She headed into her room, patting her leg for him to follow along.
Padfoot followed her happily before realising her words. Oops. A quick shift and Sirius was crouched before her and said apologetically "My 'master' would be my best mate in England and as much as I love ear scratches and biscuits, I'd feel bad if I cost you a transatlantic phone call."
She spun, shrieked, and fell on her bum, just about a meter into her room. Her brows narrowed. "An' that's a fine trick, sneakin' into the girls firm an' takin' advantage of unsuspecting women!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Sirius told her sincerely "Honestly, I was just looking for friends, friends who know Padfoot is me. Which actually is most the school if not all, it's my codename on the comms you know and everything so I thought everyone knew but I guess you were missed. Anyway, I was looking for friends and you found me first and I live with a wolf shifter so the scent always gets my attention. I wouldn't have even stopped otherwise."
Having fully explained the situation (in his mind) he smile hopefully. "I'm Sirius by the way, Sirius Black?"
She stayed seated, pouting at him as hard as she could. "I don't go on the comms. An' there's no boys allowed in the girl's dorm." Her glare was rather withering. "Even if they're dogs. And..." Here, she hesitated. "I've smelled one or two more wolves around, before. Your roommate, I guess."
"Bigby, nice bloke. And then there Remus who is adorable and makes great cookies." He had to big up his favourite wolves first off, after all. "And I don't think that's a rule that's ever really been enforced. People come and go from both wings really, plus there's the whole supporting the gender binary thing which sorta blows. Anyway, usually I'm very welcome here with friends and that's who I was looking for. There was no offense intended, I swear."
"It ain't right, " she grumbled, crossing her arms. "What with no discipline, something awful could happen to some poor girl."
Sirius's earnest and apologetic expression crumpled into a frown. Where the hell had that assumption come from with what he was saying? When he spoke, his offended tone was obvious and tight.
"There's plenty of discipline and besides us boys don't suddenly attack girls just because we happen to be in their wing. This school has had the total of one student step out of line and they were reprimanded and punished as well as beaten up a fair bit by other students. They are also no longer here anyay but on the other side of the world, New Zealand I think. Not all boys are Anders and not all boys are animals who jump girls if teachers don't tell them not to, for the record." Sirius informed her stiffly, still sat on the floor and very much not happy to have just had it insinuated that without discipline he could be a rapist.
"Anyway I'm queer and I behave perfectly around the boys I'm living with so I hardly think the girls need worry either."
She had been formulating a response--a rather angry one--but something he said stunned her. Her jaw literally feel open." You're queer?" To get own amazement, her voice didn't sound hostile. Just utterly befuddled. As far as she knew, she had never met anyone queer in her entire life. And here, this bout had just said it like it was nothing at all.
"Well yeah," Sirius did not like hearing non-queer people use the word but for the moment didn't bitch about it. "I'm pretty famous for it, in fact. Got my own tv show and everything."
"I don't really watch TV, " she answered lamely, still dazed.
"Well, that's a pity for you I suppose." Sirius shrugged, flipping his hair back. "You feeling alright there or should I be going to get some smelling salts?" He couldn't help his snarking and lack of sympathy, he'd been beaten by homophobic family members and the like far too often to respond to bad reactions with any kind of understanding.
"I...what? No." She pushed herself to her feet, feeling the storm beginning to brew in her head already. Her cheeks were burning, eyes stinging. Nothing in her life had prepared her to be face to face with a gay boy in a girls' dorm, 3000 miles from home. Especially since he had seemed like a perfectly nice boy only moments before. "How about you?" she asked stupidly.
"How about me what? Am I alright? Just fine and dandy, always lovely to be stared at like you just grew an extra head."
" I... I didn't mean t'. I just never...never ever met someone like, well , like you." It was so hard to put her words together that she child only do it while staring at her toes. "Guess I don't feel so much like my da said I would."
"And how did he say you would, I dread to ask." Sirius sighed before pointing out "And the correct phrasing would be that you've never knowingly met anyone like me before because, trust me, I'm not the only non-hetero in this school by a long stretch."
That made her whimper. And wonder. Her head was spinning, trying to resolve the cognitive dissonance he had just planted. "How can that be?" Rahne fell back down to the ground.
Her shape began to change, surprisingly quickly. However much she wanted to hold it in, well...too late. Here was the wolf, biting at Rahne's clothes, trying to shake free of them.
"Over dramatic much?" Sirius sneered, getting up. "We have just as much right to exist here as you bigots and homophobes have." He snapped as he made to leave, suppressing the urge to growl.
What she couldn't say to him anymore was that she understood that now, at least partially. It was that realization that was exploding in her mind like a hydrogen bomb, clearing the way for the wolf to take over, as it was always fighting to do. She flung off the last scrap of human clothing. With a wheezy whine, she walked up to him. She bowed her shaggy wolf body low, holding her tail down and her muzzle turned up. A perfect posture of submission. Apology.
And that startled Sirius completely. For a few moments he stared before eventually shifting to Padfoot. Clearly the humans couldn't talk right now, maybe they didn't need to.
Still cautious in case of a sudden attack, Padfoot approached and ultimately licked her nose. Apology accepted
She gave his muzzle a few long licks in return, and brushed her side along his as she began to head off for the end of the hallway, leaving behind her an open door and her clothes in the hallway. People world made no sense. She was going to leave it--at least for a while.
A sentiment that, in a way, Padfoot shared though he went quickly in the opposite direction.
Warning: there's mentions/accusations of preying on girls followed by homophobia. Also Sirius uses the Q slur in reference to himself.
Alone, as usual. Rahne had liked the solitude of her room at first, but nowadays the quiet lonely hours grated on her nerves. She was currently trying to fill the void with a Chopin CD, piping hot tea, and Wuthering Heights.
The forgotten tea had grown cold, and the album restarted by the trine that Rahne looked up from her book. She smelled something that didn't belong. She turned down the corner of her page, slipped out of bed and into her slippers.
Was that dog that she smelled? Clearly it wasn't coming from inside the room, so she slowly opened the door and peeked into the hallway. This was all just a little creepy.
Padfoot was bored. B O R E D bored. How that had lead him to the girls wing he couldn't quite remember but now he was following scents, trying to see if any friends were home. the sound of a door opening made him paue, head cocked thoughtfully. The girl he didn't know but he'd caught that scent about the school a few times and it was similar enough to that of Bigby and Remus to tell him that this was another wolf.
She froze on instinct, holding as still as a wolf in the woods. That was a big dog. The sight of him was agitating her fight-or-flight instinct. But she couldn't let the wolf drive her; she mustn't. "C'mere, lovie," she called, holding her hand out to the dog. She had to check and see if he had a collar, and return him to his home.
Everything about the dog's demeanour and movement screamed 'I am pleased to meet you and not a threat' with a hint of submissiveness because where wolves tended to co-exist equally, dogs worked more on a dom/sub framework generally and it was instinct. He wanted to be friend and the meant showing that he was no threat to the wolf whatsoever and he padded over happily to sniff the hand.
She let him take a minute to get to know her, then crouched down in front of him. Subtly, his behavior had put her utterly at ease. Idly, she scritched him behind his ear as she lifted the tag on his collar. "Well, aren't ye just a sweet duckie? James must be missing you."
Padfoot's tailed thudded against the floor happily, he LOVED ear scratches. They were almost as good as belly rubs. With a happy, agreeing woof he turned his head to nose at and lick her hand happily.
She giggled. Actually giggled. When was the last time she had done that? "Come along, Duckie. We'll call your master, an' you can have a biscuit." She headed into her room, patting her leg for him to follow along.
Padfoot followed her happily before realising her words. Oops. A quick shift and Sirius was crouched before her and said apologetically "My 'master' would be my best mate in England and as much as I love ear scratches and biscuits, I'd feel bad if I cost you a transatlantic phone call."
She spun, shrieked, and fell on her bum, just about a meter into her room. Her brows narrowed. "An' that's a fine trick, sneakin' into the girls firm an' takin' advantage of unsuspecting women!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Sirius told her sincerely "Honestly, I was just looking for friends, friends who know Padfoot is me. Which actually is most the school if not all, it's my codename on the comms you know and everything so I thought everyone knew but I guess you were missed. Anyway, I was looking for friends and you found me first and I live with a wolf shifter so the scent always gets my attention. I wouldn't have even stopped otherwise."
Having fully explained the situation (in his mind) he smile hopefully. "I'm Sirius by the way, Sirius Black?"
She stayed seated, pouting at him as hard as she could. "I don't go on the comms. An' there's no boys allowed in the girl's dorm." Her glare was rather withering. "Even if they're dogs. And..." Here, she hesitated. "I've smelled one or two more wolves around, before. Your roommate, I guess."
"Bigby, nice bloke. And then there Remus who is adorable and makes great cookies." He had to big up his favourite wolves first off, after all. "And I don't think that's a rule that's ever really been enforced. People come and go from both wings really, plus there's the whole supporting the gender binary thing which sorta blows. Anyway, usually I'm very welcome here with friends and that's who I was looking for. There was no offense intended, I swear."
"It ain't right, " she grumbled, crossing her arms. "What with no discipline, something awful could happen to some poor girl."
Sirius's earnest and apologetic expression crumpled into a frown. Where the hell had that assumption come from with what he was saying? When he spoke, his offended tone was obvious and tight.
"There's plenty of discipline and besides us boys don't suddenly attack girls just because we happen to be in their wing. This school has had the total of one student step out of line and they were reprimanded and punished as well as beaten up a fair bit by other students. They are also no longer here anyay but on the other side of the world, New Zealand I think. Not all boys are Anders and not all boys are animals who jump girls if teachers don't tell them not to, for the record." Sirius informed her stiffly, still sat on the floor and very much not happy to have just had it insinuated that without discipline he could be a rapist.
"Anyway I'm queer and I behave perfectly around the boys I'm living with so I hardly think the girls need worry either."
She had been formulating a response--a rather angry one--but something he said stunned her. Her jaw literally feel open." You're queer?" To get own amazement, her voice didn't sound hostile. Just utterly befuddled. As far as she knew, she had never met anyone queer in her entire life. And here, this bout had just said it like it was nothing at all.
"Well yeah," Sirius did not like hearing non-queer people use the word but for the moment didn't bitch about it. "I'm pretty famous for it, in fact. Got my own tv show and everything."
"I don't really watch TV, " she answered lamely, still dazed.
"Well, that's a pity for you I suppose." Sirius shrugged, flipping his hair back. "You feeling alright there or should I be going to get some smelling salts?" He couldn't help his snarking and lack of sympathy, he'd been beaten by homophobic family members and the like far too often to respond to bad reactions with any kind of understanding.
"I...what? No." She pushed herself to her feet, feeling the storm beginning to brew in her head already. Her cheeks were burning, eyes stinging. Nothing in her life had prepared her to be face to face with a gay boy in a girls' dorm, 3000 miles from home. Especially since he had seemed like a perfectly nice boy only moments before. "How about you?" she asked stupidly.
"How about me what? Am I alright? Just fine and dandy, always lovely to be stared at like you just grew an extra head."
" I... I didn't mean t'. I just never...never ever met someone like, well , like you." It was so hard to put her words together that she child only do it while staring at her toes. "Guess I don't feel so much like my da said I would."
"And how did he say you would, I dread to ask." Sirius sighed before pointing out "And the correct phrasing would be that you've never knowingly met anyone like me before because, trust me, I'm not the only non-hetero in this school by a long stretch."
That made her whimper. And wonder. Her head was spinning, trying to resolve the cognitive dissonance he had just planted. "How can that be?" Rahne fell back down to the ground.
Her shape began to change, surprisingly quickly. However much she wanted to hold it in, well...too late. Here was the wolf, biting at Rahne's clothes, trying to shake free of them.
"Over dramatic much?" Sirius sneered, getting up. "We have just as much right to exist here as you bigots and homophobes have." He snapped as he made to leave, suppressing the urge to growl.
What she couldn't say to him anymore was that she understood that now, at least partially. It was that realization that was exploding in her mind like a hydrogen bomb, clearing the way for the wolf to take over, as it was always fighting to do. She flung off the last scrap of human clothing. With a wheezy whine, she walked up to him. She bowed her shaggy wolf body low, holding her tail down and her muzzle turned up. A perfect posture of submission. Apology.
And that startled Sirius completely. For a few moments he stared before eventually shifting to Padfoot. Clearly the humans couldn't talk right now, maybe they didn't need to.
Still cautious in case of a sudden attack, Padfoot approached and ultimately licked her nose. Apology accepted
She gave his muzzle a few long licks in return, and brushed her side along his as she began to head off for the end of the hallway, leaving behind her an open door and her clothes in the hallway. People world made no sense. She was going to leave it--at least for a while.
A sentiment that, in a way, Padfoot shared though he went quickly in the opposite direction.
