A duffel bag thudded onto the old floor, sending dust flying everywhere. Another thud and a body landed in a reclining position on an surprisingly not-dusty couch. Viktor Solberg had just gotten back from his and Rory's home with some things he had forgotten to pack. A contented sigh had just left his lips when a series of hurried footfalls bounded down the stairs.
The open doorway was soon flooded with a muscular man that stood a good four inches shorter than Viktor. His wand was drawn, his eyes wide in searching, nose wrinkled and drawn back as his mouth curled into a snarl. As soon as the other man spotted Viktor, however, the expression dropped. "Oh. Just you. Good."
Viktor opened one eye, smirked, and closed it again. "You were expecting trouble?" His tone was playful yet completely serene.
"As a matter of fact-"
"Everything went fine. I'm perfectly safe here if you wish to return to the Pack."
"I've rented lodging in the village. Letting you Alphas get into trouble without backup isn't in Pack protocol," the wizard smirked.
Viktor chuckled. "As you wish. You should be aware that there is another young wolf in the area I am subtly trying to recruit, and his mate. Students. They may or may not visit the shack, and are under no circumstance to be harmed or discouraged."
"Is his mate like us, too?"
"Surprisingly, no. She is, however, an animagus... and seemingly sympathetic to our cause."
"What do these two look like?"
"The boy stands about six feet, with black hair and blue eyes. Gryffindor. The girl is approximately Rory's height with yellow hair. She is in Ravenclaw," Victor answered calmly.
"Alright. I'm going, but I'll be keeping an eye on the place. Enjoy your nap," the wizard muttered and turned to walk out the door.
"I'm not napping. I'm meditating," Viktor replied, amused.
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