Keller had had a mouthful of tea when Zane started, and just as he heard that Lowell had cornered his friend, he almost choked on it. Coughing for several seconds, eyes watering, he placed his mug on the table and looked at Zane serioiusly, still coughing. “You spoke to him?” Keller repeated, eyebrows raised. “How does he know about the things that are going on in your life?” Keller asked, feeling on guard. “Obviously it was news that you were turned on school grounds, but-… how does he know the rest? What did you say to him?” The knowledge that Lowell had somehow passive aggressively threatened Zane or tormented him with things that were beyond his control made Keller’s hands bunch into fists; how could Lowell say things like that and get away with it? Better yet, how could they let him?
It really rather was an abrupt way to announce his conversation with the new Minister, but he figured it was better to just jump right into it rather than beat around the bush. He took another bite of his food, and pulled his shoulder up in a shrug. “It was more him speaking to me, rather, he has a way of talking over your head, picking and bothering you until he grows tired of it and leaves.” It hadn’t been a good time at all, and he had been actively trying to avoid getting near him. That had failed. “He probably has… A lot of spies, I don’t know. He was asking me how I was dealing with the full moon, asking how I was dealing with my father disowning me… Oh, and he said my blood was impure. Since I’m a werewolf.” Zane shook his head quickly, and gave a loud sigh. “I tried… Telling him as little as possible. I didn’t want him getting under my skin, but I was… Furious. And you know how much I struggle with- Things- When I’m angry.”
Nope, I was drinking headache potions, besides I already figured out how to create alcohol with potions, I can even can make it into dissoluble pills for easy spiking. I did however bring a flask in with me. Bahh, I’d rather not have his slimy arse talking to me anyway, I’d probably punch him in the nose anyway. I doubt he’d talk to me even if I was pureblooded, I’ve got quite a nasty track record in school remember, far too many detentions than he’d like I think. You’d look down right dapper in a suit, then you’d be a prince.
Headache potions? Are you being bothered with headaches lately? You know, there are easier solutions to a headache. Painkillers, muggle things, they work like a charm. But hey, if you’re really such a badass, and you were pureblooded, he definitely would have wanted to talk to you, you know. But the Minister only cares about those who re not sullying the Wizarding community. Fucking asshat, if you ask me. No, no, I would look ridiculous in a suit, and you know it. Ok, moving on. Other than having a headache at the ball thing, how are you? Holding up okay?
The Great Hall had been returned to its usual set-up: four long tables with benches running parallel, candles floating overhead, and students scattered around the room, drifting between tables and talking with their friends. To Keller, it was easy to forget that anything had happened in there just a night ago, but try as he might, he wasn’t afforded that luxury. The appearance of Lowell had set him on edge, and even though he didn’t have an appetite, he did push around a piece of toast and sip at a cup of tea, all while frowning so deeply he was sure his face would be permanently etched that way. While he was staring intently at his toast, someone slid onto the bench across from him and Keller glanced up, trying to look normal. “Did you have a good night?” he asked on reflex, his go-to topic with everyone since the Ball had ended and normality had returned, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear anything to the contrary.
Keller looked rather lonely while sitting all alone at the Ravenclaw table, so Zane didn’t wast a single second before he was sitting right across from him. “Oh yeah, fantastic night,” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as he reached to grab a slice of bread from one of the dishes set out on the table, taking a big bite of it. “I particularly enjoyed the part where Lowell cornered me and nitpicked at every little detail of my life that is making it a difficult one. But you know, wonderful party.” Zane rolled his eyes and shook his head. It had been anything but a nice night, but now at least, he knew what kind of a person Lowell Tegus was. A creep.
You may not see it this way, but I stand by what I said. You are the one who can get under Lowell’s skin. He needs to seem like he has the werewolves support or the protests will never end, but you were able to show him that support can’t be earned after one conversation. At the very least, you got a few words in during your conversation. I perhaps said two words to him and the rest of the time, he ran the show like you would expect him to. He has a way about him - he’s able to seem so polite and yet you always feel all the implications of his words. He asked me if I would do all that I could to be sure my uncle’s reputation stayed clean and I took that to mean I either stop asking for Ministry information or my uncle would pay for it. I can only assume he knows the things he does because he has friends in high places.
I really… Don’t know what more I can do. I was just trying desperately not to give him any intel on what my thoughts are on everything. He was very curious as to how I was dealing with the full moon and stuff though, and I just said… That I’m just like every other werewolf. Exactly, he acts and seems all polite, but there’s an undertone to each and every word that he says, you just feel the coldness… So… He kind of threatened you, by threatening your uncle. That’s not good at all. Merlin, what is that man up to? I want to figure it out and ruin his plans before he even gets started.
He technically is the leader of our world, but his smugness does rub me the wrong way. Though, it could just be the eyes that could make even the strongest man quiver. So, he basically knew every little thing that would make you tick? I had a similar experience. He knew about some things that I asked my uncle in the Ministry to do for me over the past few months and he made it very clear what would happen if I didn’t back off. I will say this for Lowell - he has spies in all the right places. And he’s mastered the art of intimidation.
He’s not someone that I will ever view as a leader, not in my book. And hopefully… I managed to tell him that I will never support him, just not… In so many words. I wasn’t pleased to talk to him at least. He knew… About everything. And the strangest thing, I’ve seen him shaking hands with just about everyone, but he didn’t even attempt it with me. As if I were… Contagious or something. He knew about… Damnit, so… No matter what we do, he’ll know? How could he possibly know? What else did he say, did he threaten you?
Lowell needs to choose his battles wisely though, especially since he is only a few days into his tenure as minister. Even if he plans on restricting the werewolves, starting with a fight against Hogwarts and its headmistress would alienate a large portion of the wizard world population. And since he is checking where our loyalties lie, I hope he sees that many of us are not so easily persuaded by fancy parties and charming smiles. Wait…you talked to Lowell, too? What did he say?
Only a few days in, and he already acts as though he just became… The leader of the world or something. I’m sure he’s got a lot of plans, and I’m pretty sure that 80% of them will piss us all off. Um- yeah, he cornered me earlier, I thought I was doing a good job of hiding, but there he was, right behind me. He was… Basically picking at every sore spot I’ve ever had. My being a werewolf, my blood now being impure, my father disowning me… It was- Uncomfortable, to say the least. Did he talk to you as well? What did he say?
[Michael frowns, obviously disturbed by something Zane said] That’s ridiculous, and unjust. I’m so sorry you have to… to go through life like that. I don’t like him, something is wrong, I can feel it. Thank Merlin he hasn’t found me yet… I don’t know what I would tell him, I don’t have… anything to say, let alone anything good. I understand. I feel the same way. Thanks… I-I keep to myself mostly so… you’ll hardly know I’m here anyway.
It’s been that way since the moment I was attacked, the exact same way that everyone else is going through it too, so I’m not… A particular case or anything. I don’t know how much I ever got to say, Lowell was the one doing most of the talking. Though I wish he had just stayed away altogether to be honest. Oh, don’t worry about it, I enjoy your company.
Well, that’s a rather useful skill to have, and could definitely come in handy in some situations. Oh… um, are things still… bad between the two of you? Ah, so that’s what you were referring to. I don’t see how dancing could possibly get you into trouble though, especially since this is a ball, and— well, others are doing it too, so you still have a good chance of blending in on the dance floor. [She paused, then chuckled.] Here I am, persuading you to get out there and dance, and there you are, doing the exact same thing.
Oh, my father and I? Well, we haven’t spoken since I was told of his decision, so I can’t really say if things are bad or if it’s good. Probably bad though. I think I can get into trouble for being right up in his face and stuff. Considering I’m a werewolf, and that he is… On the bad side, so to speak. I think us both discussing this, persuading each other and whatnot, that means that we should go out for a dance. Don’t you think?
I heard a few second years talking about the big man, but I think that girl with the buzzed hair and blue eyes could tear you apart with a flick of her wrist, no problems. Kind of makes you relived to have the regular aurors we do, right? Speaking of, I wish they were here, it would make me feel a lot better about being trapped with these sinister-looking strangers..
Oh yeah, she does not look like the kind of person you could joke around with, she looks… Like she has never smiled properly in her entire life. The regular aurors… Wait, they’re not here. I didn’t even realise until you said that just now. Why are they not here, wouldn’t the Minister want all the protection he could possibly get?
"I can understand that… but your shouldn’t feel as though everybody is out to get you, blyth. Granted Lowell isn’t the most trust worthy guy around he’d be a damn fool to try anything tonight." Seth thought as he watched their Ministry engage with some of the Professors. "I think McGongall has the right idea by inviting him here, you know? If he sees what who we are he’ll go away and stick his nose elsewhere. But you’re right bout him wanting attention. And I’ve never heard of that myself … I think he’s a little egotistical if you ask me and thats going to work in our favor" Seth said with a nod "He’s smart but too flashy. And my brownies won’t cause an allergic reaction, there a hundred percent Werewolf proof." I promise they’ll make you feel as right as rain"
Sometimes it feels like everyone is. Lowell might not have tried something big tonight, but he’s already been taking his rounds, walking around talking to everyone. He approached me earlier, pretended to be all pleasant and nice, but he was just poking at all the bad things in my life. I don’t even think McGonagall was the one who put this together, I think Lowell did. For himself, to be able to check all of us out. It’s all just a show for him to be able to check where our loyalties lie. I say again, Seth, I don’t want your special brownies. You can keep them for yourself, and don’t run around getting people high either. I’m not a Prefect, but I don’t like the idea of people getting high under circumstances like these.