March 4th, 1893 — Black Lake

Being a werewolf was something Endy didn't think that he would ever get used to. It was always hell on his body and he had to wonder if it was sad or not that this wasn't the worse he had it. Some of his clients could be rather rough. At least last night had been the last night of his furry time and he was free from becoming a literal mindless animal for another month.

He had made his way out of the Forbidden Forest and felt grimy as hell. Heading to the Black Lake since that was pretty much ones bathtub when you were homeless, he waded into the water, fully clothed but with his shirt already clinging to his skin. The cold water was heaven for his achy limbs. He couldn't swim so he stayed near the shallows. He hadn't been in the lake for very long when he heard the sound of anothers footsteps. "You're up early, he remarked without looking at them. It was rather early but also just about the time that most working class folks awoke to warm the homes of their employers among other staff.

  

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endy's gender is hard to discern from voice and appearance alone
goes by multiple aliases - but mostly by Nico

set by mj!

There was nothing like the air of early morning in late Winter to spark some creativity. Natty, a prolific ghost writer, had a book to finish today, and his muse had to be on point. So he rose early and took a walk, grey scarf fastened around his neck and hands in his pockets as he took the footpath around the Black Lake.

Shortly he saw a figure in the shallows, and came to a curious halt. The person greeted him casually; a young man, Natty would assume from his waterladen shirt. He vaguely recognised the boy as one of the urchins he saw roaming the less reputable streets of Hogsmeade, though he could not be sure. Natty's eyes narrowed slightly; "not making any brash decisions, I hope?" he asked uncertainly. He feared the lad was walking out into the lake in a bid to end his circumstances.

  

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