“Atta boy” he called from the distance, by the minute the fangs clenched the considerably thick branch that could have been a bit hefty for a regular dog, albeit its size, Darks was a pretty strong and even stout animal, with potential muscles to adapt to whatever situation rose. The quadruped was no grander than a regular lupus, with its hair mane dyed on the whitest of colours someone could ever set eyes on. As majestic and mesmerizing as it could seem, the beast had its temper and it was dangerous to approach it when Sylph was not around to witness or to tame it. It detained itself for a whit or so, snuffing at nowhere as the lines of its snout curled just slightly when the scent of an intruder irrupted into the venue, causing it to twitch its head lightly and start wiggling it sideways quite furtively in the quest of an intruder. Whoever dared to encroach into its playground could see too late it was a fatal mistake – although if something happened to any student or staff member, the consequences would be severe not only to the being but to the owner as well, since they were somehow shackled to the very same chains – metaphorically speaking.

The man regarded at Darkness’ sudden hobbling, and noted its abrupt halting, contrary to the usual waddling back with the tossed object. The Dragon Keeper frowned a little with some titbits of preoccupation marked like some fissures on his forehead, from the creases that the uncertainty produced on him. “Boy?...” he summoned, shouted almost, taking his right to his mouth in a sort of cupping way to enhance the sound and make it travel farther. It was uncanny that the man lost track of its paws and whatever they led it, but with an unleashed wolf, things went fickle, and it could go berserk at any second by then.

“Darks… come back here, this instance” the man ordered, with an imposing and empowering voice it was impossible to neglect such authority. The wolf had stopped amidst the open field, with its gaze fixed upon a certain direction, which warned him of someone else’s presence there. The wolf ran back to Sylphid’s position, though for some strange motive he felt attracted to the fact Darkness had stared towards someone, as if it was about to assail it. “You… stay here” he bided the pet with stern look and he began treading through the grass in a very stealth manner, as he intended not to be seen or heard by whoever was hidden within the shrubbery. As he got closer, he drew his wand out of his trousers, holding a good grip around the hilt as he hoisted it readily to aim it to the stranger. Just when he was at a limited proximity, he was capable of pointing the end of its wand at the person, regardless of being a really attractive girl on which he glommed at.

“Identify yourself… ” he snarled at her, with some seriousness plaguing every single word uttered.

Enclosed in the gaudiness of the thrilling notion it was to chase, the animal was begrudgingly tending his master’s bid, with a gait was not sped up with haste but was charged with a reluctant pace, almost as if it could change its mind from one moment to another. For the most succinct time, Sylphid dreaded everything and the worst, since wildlings as his pet could infuse adrenaline rushed through the veins of those who ventured a sighting before them. The man remained reticent just for a brief moment, the moment he felt the grapple was firm upon Darks once more and that it wouldn’t disobey him as it intended to. He nailed his piercing eyes upon the lupus, exerting its commandment and might with such domain that you could see the Basilisk was told to dwell within him through those flaring pupils. ‘We’ll be having a word, later…’ he perused in the depths of his thoughts, aiming his spurning glance towards the objective which wasn’t distant from where he had found it. Darkness was still impassive and disquiet, with that urge to hurl over the prey in its most assassin instinct which till now had remained concealed, even to Sylphid’s knowledge.

With a solid grip, the wand was steady in his hand, immovable from its position as he threatened her with nothing but his eyes, with nothing but that yellowish deadly sight that shrivelled the dauntless quite effortlessly. It was however, the way her plum lips parted to emit something close to a defiant retorting that his curiosity was piqued. ‘… Naïve… so naïve and innocent foolish girl, you are…’ he deemed so, squinting derisively at her with the cogitating concept of a possible know-it-all in front of him. Sylph knew the overall and the utmost of intelligence and how it could not serve in circumstances were blood was pervaded to the wholeness of the frame to concentrate on the brain and its vital functions thoroughly – those odd times when wits could direct you to that imminent bane of yours. “I will completely neglect the fact that you are off chances, here… tyke” he beamed in a scathing tone, still attached to the wand that could easily turn her to ashes and dust if wished so. “… I will only repeat it once…” the narrow line of his lids grew thinner, both rows of teeth becoming visible as they gritted against each other in a dangerous way that reflected the conflagrating temper of his.

“Interesting fact… are you brave… or simply witless?” the ostensible fiery tone was not waned by the snigger that took him, almost taunting her puerile gall. Was she blind not to see she was in absolute disadvantage here? As frivolous as he was, Sylph had no issues at teaching someone a lesson. “Identify yourself… or I will not be responsible of the consequences ensued” the formal manner in which he expressed now was the work of being serving the Ministry for that long that the phrases and ritualistic wordings accommodated to him almost as impregnated as his bigoted mentality.

Every tinge of thought obliterated with the slight conclusion that she was a student. The slender shape did not affect the curving silhouette that most alluringly had summoned him hither, in the presence of a defenceless damsel which had succumbed before the intriguing wolf that had invaded the grounds. Detecting that hint of slovenly insight, Sylphid nibbled on his lip for a whit or so, attentive to the consecutive release of words, one after the other in a perfect almost impossible to scrutinize properly. “Member of the alumni are you… uhm” the man lowered his wand at the side of his waist, letting it fall slack as it rested loosely, forgoing all vehement intention formerly given to it. “My thoughts exactly… ” he nodded to himself as he maintained his furrowed brows, still inspecting her as though he was attempting to decipher her motives to traipsing by herself at the compulsory curfew that was supposed to take place as he was basking in the solitude of the Grounds.

“Niche was said to be devoid of occupants at classes… I was granted permission to sauntering freely, because there would be no-students to be wary of” out of significant explanation, he detailed the reason behind his outburst of rage, “No exceptions were mentioned… unless they were skipping lessons, of course” english brogue ever so profuse as those who lived by the capital and had breathed the contaminated air of the slum of denizens that thronged the edifices and filled streets quite aimlessly. Sylph cleared his throat as the intensity on Darks’ focus hooked to hers. There was something about this gal that could evoke the worst on his ever so timid and harmless pet – whenever in his presence. What an odd behaviour for an eased beast. Nevertheless, there was nothing with vital importance to him regarding this perfect specimen of woman, with obscure tresses, provocative lips and piercing irises.

“I admonish you to keep off distance… he’s not fond of strangers” he advised her, cupping his right a little as something hovered all the way from the oak he was settled underneath to his mid-open palm. The man had retrieved his book needless of incantations, and he was about to undertake the task of reviving the lecture he was so immersed at. “Castle’s way is right through… do not bother on glancing back as you leave, if you may” he pointed the route with his left, having a cursory glimpse at her to just turn around nonchalantly as he called Darkness back to his side, bending down to lift the branch he had previously thrown at him to fetch. He was omitting her presence, as though she wasn’t even there – which he hoped was certain, for her own sake.

Collapsing into the profoundest of assumptions, Sylphid was granted the opportunity to be his usual self and demonstrate that being haughty and conceited was not a thing of practice or mastering, but that you needed be born with it. The detestable ornery man let his hand slipped loose around the book, just leaking a finger through the sheets in order to find the page he was left at. Skimming off through the contents, he knew it wasn’t long enough for him to retake the lecture, having a cursory glance at it before keeping up the gait, as elegant as he could dare to be. He was neglecting her presence from this moment on, and she wouldn’t represent anything but a blurred image somehow smeared over the beautiful panorama. ‘ Hardly… doubt so, infinitely… ’ he pondered resolute as he let a slight pout escaped him with the absurdity of her jesting. Darkness had been trained to be ruthless against enemies, and sometimes when someone didn’t seem agreeable enough to be tolerated for Sylph, it was a hardship to discern between friends or foes for the creature. He didn’t bother on turning around to witness at her absolutely gloating expression she must be displaying then.

The Dragon tamer needn’t to prove anything to anyone, probing through her demeanour, he assumed soon enough that she was unfledged, callow and that all she was intending was to worship her own bravery for treating with the wolf. Sylph disregarded any of her deems, classifying them as worthless and attention-craving. “ …nitwits of your sort end up rowed up in a queue to Azkaban… or best burnt down to ashes… ” he quipped, just following the current of her speech, even when he barely hearkened at it. Preposterous the necessity to consort with these people, in the absence of a normalcy sense. “ … I mean it… scram… ” the earnestness in his husky voice was charged with the power of authority myriads were compelled with, albeit felt like chastising a toddler instead. ‘ …last thing I wish for is explaining bites on someone else’s limbs… or tending the wounds for that matter… ’ he mused quite wavering at the outcome of such innuendos. What if such thing actually befall upon her? Darkness would be ushered directly to the execution trial without a forgiveness chance – Would he loathe her if ever occurred such disgrace, as to even want her terminated.

Ludicrous, demanding his appellative out of no circumstances, because she was forced to unveil hers. “ … I beg your pardon? ” detaining his pace at the very spot he was standing at, Trent aimed a diverted façade at her, snickering so cynically before her to even down the book he was holding and let himself be amused with the ridiculous exclamation. “ …Ain’t you walking away? … Off you go… ” he hoisted his right and shook it lightly, wiggling it side to side as in a sweeping indication. The more she strived on getting closer to him, the ruder and unbearable he went. For being a patient stud, Sylphid was not in the mood to cope with a reckless child. He was not willing to provide any indication about his provenance or his post within the Ministry, as she was of no imperative nature at all – he wouldn’t respond to her nor to any other student who lurked nearby. Jeering was part of his modus vivendi, and he had no problems concerning flouting at a youth, for the dauntless she could claim to be.

Words remained still in the reticence that ensued her assertion upon qualifying him. Sylphid was not taken aback or as anything as similar to a summersault, because, within his idiosyncrasy, it didn’t figure minding other’s innuendos about his persona. Somewhere within that flinching she was reluctant to embrace, she was immersed into an affliction he could detect – this was a plain natural reaction to his brusque self, and whatever it mired. Trent averted his eyes from hers and merely remitted himself into sulking, as though the bliss of solitude had been broken by the interruption of her bickering tongue. How could someone blather away in such a behaviour? The Dragon Keeper should reserve his speculations about it, solely to himself and to no one else, as he was practically induced into self-indulgence. Regardless of having torn that irenic niche he had lodged himself into, and even become imbedded by, the lass had something that shoved him forth, as to carrying on with whatever intention he was withholding. It wasn’t the first time he was called a prick, and nor would it be the last – although, he was more familiar with the word prat as a reference. ‘Ain’t I just a mere reflection of that which is the source of your spurning?’ he mused, inwardly, as he treaded across the field, past her, omitting her, as to obliterate her from the actual panorama.

The man arched a brow with a nettled hint. His grip which had been adjusting to the back of the book he was holding was slightly tightened in strength and endeavour, as though it was oscillating between closing to an actual fist – nonetheless, Sylphid was rendered subsided after a copious breathing, and for which he was barely affected. The chap had learnt how to disregard those around him as an autist tyke can delete his surroundings effortlessly, although, this time, she wasn’t that easy to smudge. How direly he wished for a smoke, now, and he wasn’t a smoker. “You forgot senseless and soulless…” he snarled back at her as he spotted her fleeing – heedless on her destination, climbing the low slant between the lane and the Grounds before the Forbidden Forest. Sylph glimpsed at her just to note where she was heading to. “Hope she gets bitten…” he murmured, almost groaning to himself, but Darkness pricked his ears at it and reacted to it as a commandment – The man froze in his stance when the creature scurried away sprinting in her very direction “Bloody twat!” he beamed to himself, frowning contritely before shaking his head sideways and dash off following suit. No one would ever envision her eaten by Darks, as not even himself would depict the imagery in his head, but he wasn’t as certain as he wished to deny it.

Past some incipient roots on the soil and the sudden terrain changes, he was crushing twigs with his soles and even threating to tarnish his impeccable suit at the race against a canis lupus. Cameron reached out for the wolf’s fur and clutched it firmly within his grip to fasten it steady as soon as both halted. “Causing more trouble than due… aren’t we?” the man hissed at her once they had all detained practically amidst the woods, embedded by stark blackness from the foliage and the tops of the trees. “If you are willing for a death-wish, fine, but keep Darkness out of it” he was struggling hard to keep his pet at ease as it began fidgeting in his arms. The man had to even crouch and grasp the beast from the chest. “This is inutile” his hand wrapped around the neck and began exerting some pressure to it until the animal entered a mollified state. This was a completely eerie situation – Darkness was not this restless with people. “May I escort you back to the school grounds?” he gritted his teeth together, “Unless you wish me to employ some might upon you…” his lips curled into a dangerous smirk, both menacing and overwhelming, “I wouldn’t hesitate a whit”the creature, at last, went unruffled and even laid down on the ground beside him. Sylphid stared at her, quite expectantly and impatient.