"Bitter. Snappy. Cranky." Victoria marked off each word with at least one finger that she had her arms crossed, three fingers were pointing out on her left side, from the right hand. Brown eyes noticed the arm chairs that he created, or at least, summoned from some place. Truthfully, other people would rather not sit down, more so when being in the Forbidden forest. Although, Victoria was different because she did then sit down. But both of her legs were thrown over one arm of the chair, while her head laid on the other arm.
Victoria uncrossed her arms, and pointed her wand towards him, though no magic went through it. Instead it was just like her pointing a finger towards him. "What about you.. Brother, what are you like?" The werewolf woman knew that her father had many children, although never learned of what they were like. And she was curious about what her elder brother was like. If he changed while being with their Father. Victoria knew inside, if Fenrir never had taken her as a babe, she would've turned out extremely different.
Her thoughts wander right back to the said man, Fenrir. She wondered what he felt that day, leaving her behind with those stupid half-bloods. If he ever cared that she was his daughter, and if he had the chance would he break her out? But no, it was her turn to show that stupid Father of her's that she could stand on her own. She wouldn't stand and follow the Ministries rules like some stupid animal. If she could, the female would've never registered the fact she was a werewolf. But upon being captured, they forced her to make the report.
by Victoria Greyback Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:10 am