There's A Stunned Werewolf In Your Shed [closed]

[so_harry]

Harry hadn't gotten in until near five in the morning, his body covered in blood that wasn't his, his whole being aching in a way he couldn't describe. He had been eerily silent when he'd found Orla and Seamus, the bravado he had put on when he left Skylar inside the Manor only lasting him so long until he saw them. There was just so much blood, so

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[daleysebastian]

Sebastian was in the middle of a half-assed packing job. He wasn't sure just yet if he was running or scouting when he had the energy to do more than wave a wand vaguely at things and get frustrated when they didn't actually land where he wanted them

[so_harry]

"You look like shit, mate-"

Harry cocked his head to the side as he pulled his sunglasses from his face, folding the arms and letting them hang in the collar of his sweater. The weather had warmed since the night before, and his body was still tense from all the magic he'd used the night before, trying to shuffle everyone around him while moving about the grounds. But still, he knew he looked a hell of a lot better than Sebastian did.

"You know, I could have a quip about my night and how I spent it carrying the bloodied bodies of two of my friends around your property but right now my only concern is what I left behind in your shed-"

He cocked his head to the edge of the Daley grounds.

"There's a stunned werewolf tied up in the back and I'd like to retrieve him-" he said with a smile. "Think we can take care of that?"

[daleysebastian]

Sebastian rolled his eyes, perfectly fine with the headache just for the satisfaction of being surly. The day after the moon always meant Sebastian looked like death warmed over; this month, he felt like it was particularly accurate.

"Fucking brilliant. Couldn't you just kill it?" Sebastian would have actually done the same thing Harry had. A stunned werewolf could give you answers, but a dead one was completely useless and meant you had a body to bury, which was just too much effort, honestly.

Shoving off the wall, Sebastian was moving stiff and slow, but at least he managed to cross the room at something faster than a glacial speed.

"Hope you don't want me to help carry it, because if it's larger than a breadbox, you're on your own." He was having enough trouble lifting his wand and moving his feet.

This was all rambling to avoid the questions he wanted to ask. He'd get there. This walk to the shed was going to be like a bloody death march.

[so_harry]

"I could have-"

He should have. He had wanted to. From the moment he saw its fangs glaring in the moonlight and Orla's body fall to the ground in a lump, he had wanted to kill it. But he knew that if he wanted answers, he needed it alive.

And he needed Sebastian to help.

There was a reason they were trolling his grounds and he intended to find out. Not to mention he had a major medal to win back after finally being allowed to work. If he could crack whatever was happening, maybe the hushed whispers and strange looks would stop from the men he was once respected by.

"But this is just so much more fun," he said, stepping back as Sebastian slowly made his way through the front door. "Besides, it wouldn't have allowed me this lovely opportunity to come and see how you're doing-"