Wolf helps post-torture Ron and celebrates with Garion (not at the same time)

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Wolf comes out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his pants.

He's been wearing modern clothes more often lately. He likes them. Therefor, he is wearing very dark blue Dockers, and a red t-shirt.

He's also been working more often lately.

No, no particular reason why. No, it doesn't have anything to do with Tim's death.

Anyways.

Wolf comes out of the kitchen, wiping his hands dry on his pants, and decides to order a glass of water.

He hasn't been quite as hungry lately, either.

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Ron stumbled out of the laundry room (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/4525398.html), his face so pale it was nearly clear, tinged with green. He had an expression on his face that made it look like he was seconds from being sick all over himself. His eyes were wide, far too wide, and somewhat vacant, yet they darted around the room as if he was afraid someone would jump out from behind a potted plant and do him in.

Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth down his chin and he was shaking so violently, it could only be called shuddering. He briefly scanned the floor until he found his wand, then turned to look around the room with red-rimmed eyes, his face stricken with horror and looking lost all at the same time. His shoulders both twitched slightly and his clothes were messy and unkempt, though not torn or anything.

If it weren't for the fact that the only blood was coming from his mouth, and there wasn't a bruise on him, it would have looked like someone had beaten him up--or maybe even tortured him.

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Sitting at the Bar with his water, Wolf immediately catches the stink of fear, and pain, coming from Ron. He turns to see why, and green irises surround themselves with white.

Shit.

Rushing over, Wolf stops before actually reaching the teen. He doesn't want to startle Ron, or scare him. He knows how people react when they've been hurt.

"Ron," he half-asks.

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"W-what?" He glanced around the room again, furtively. More blood dribble and when he saw it drippin on his shirt, he wiped away at the side of his mouth with his sleeve.

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There. The almost paranoid glancing about the room, the continual checking of your surroundings so that no one can sneak up on you.

Wolf is very unhappy right now.

But there is no anger in his face, his tone, his appearance or manner at all as he slowly reaches for Ron. His voice is low, and somewhere between almost-humming and almost-breathed. "How about we get you a glass of water and to a seat."

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"I was...I was up in my room, reading." He looked around as if seeing if someone was near to overhear him say it. "I, er, I slipped and hit my lip on my desk."

If Wolf can smell when someone's lying, Ron's reeking of lies.

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He can't smell when someone's lying, but he smells the fear. It's impossible not to.

"Right." Still soothing, but he obviously Does Not Believe Him and is not going to back down. "Ron, let's sit down." Wolf has his hand, warm and still slightly dishpan-y, placed against Ron's arm. "I think you need it."

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Ron stumbled over to a chair, with Wolf's help, his shoulders still twitching, and he sat down, and started rubbing at them.

"I bit my tongue," he said, burbling slightly because of the blood in his mouth.

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Wolf nods, getting a glass of water from the bar, and also a bowl of warm water and a cloth. A soft, cotton cloth.

"Here," he says, setting it down on the table. The water in the bowl has an analgesic in it. "Get the cloth wet and suck on it for a little while. It will help."

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Ron complied, though his hands were trembling so much he could barely hold the cloth right. He was still glancing around.

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Wolf reaches out again, touching Ron's shoulder.

"Ron." He's waiting for Ron to meet his eyes.

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Ron finally looked up. "Y-yeah?" he asked, after taking the bloody cloth out of his mouth.

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"Whoever it was, you're safe now."

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Ron looked down at the cloth again. "It wasn't anybody," he lied, shakily. "I fell and hit my dresser."

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He snorts, but continues to look at Ron.

"Ron, they can't hurt you now."

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"They let Lucius Malfoy out after he tried to kill me," Ron said carefully. "They didn't even tell me they let him out. He came up behind me and threatened me, and I though he was still in jail. He tried to kill me when I was half-dead and had nearly bled to death and they let him go. He's...very slow compared to some people. And a lot less dangerous compared to some people," Ron said pointedly, glancing around. "Sometimes...sometimes it's good to just to sit and be quiet, isn't it? We should just both sit and be quiet."

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Wolf is not very happy with what he has just been told.

He might go and talk to somebody about it when he's done here.

But for now, he needs to stay with Ron. As long as he's here, the person will, most likely, leave Ron alone. And Ron needs to know that somebody is looking out for him.

"Yes, sometimes it is; how's your tongue doing?" By now it should be getting fairly numb.

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"S'better. I bit it pretty bad. But it'll be fine." He was looking at Wolf intently as he said this, as if to say, Yes, it hurt so bad I nearly bit clean through my own tongue. You have a reason to worry. It's just...you can't do anthing about it or I'm dead.

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Wolf looks pissed concerned.

"Maybe you should get someone to look at it for you."

He'll be damned if he's just going to sit around and do nothing.

He just has to figure it out.

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"I'll be fine," Ron said, his shaky voice finally starting to calm down a little. "Thanks for looking after me. I know you've had a rough time of things lately yourself."

Ron was master of the quick change.

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Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis.

Wolf takes a sip of his glass of water. "Not really that bad."

Because Gaston is Not to be Discussed, unless it's to give him a reason to tear the guy apart.

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"Ha, you liar," Ron scoffed. "Yes it has. That French bastard's been giving Hermione trouble too. He's got bad news written all over him."

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Well, other than that one thing. Yeah. The French guy. Whatever French means.

Wolf pauses. "He's been bothering Hermione?" Virginia had told him about her. She sounded like a charming girl.

Hmm. Maybe that wasn't a very good thing to tell Wolf.

Or, maybe, from another perspective, it was.

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"He's creepy. Told her she's going to marry her--basically whether she wants to or not. He's got to be twice her age or something? He was all creepy and intense and she was actually a little scare of him although she managed to outsmart him into leaving her alone for a while." Ron dabbed at his tongue and winced. "One thing's for sure--I ever get my hands on him he's dead."

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Wolf is sitting with his arms on the table, both hands wrapped around the glass, and is staring at the glass.

No, he really doesn't look happy at all.

"I think we need to tell somebody about this."

And from the rather dark sound of his voice, he doesn't really sound that happy either.

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"I already have," Ron said. he counted on his fingers. "My friend Biff, who's a great fighter and stuff, he's going be her bodyguard if I'm not around, Hagrid, Bernard, Faith, and my brother Bill." he thought. "Faith'll tell Bigby, so there really isn't anybody else to tell. I don't like this though. We're just going to have to wait, but like...Hermione said that this guy was..." He tried to think of how to describe a television to Wolf when he barely understood it himself. "--this guy's from a story. Based on Beauty and the Beast or something. He was obsessed with the beauty and now Hermione thinks he's sort of replaced her with Hermione in his head. ...I just know once he gets out of jail he's going to try something. But I don't reckon ther's anything else we can do."