The Lone Wolf PV Morfran Griffith

The sky was darkening now and the air grew colder by the minute. This was Natures way of telling Falentra that it was soon to head back to the Castle, or at least somewhere that had more of a warm welcoming to it. The crisp air had a somewhat soft touch from the faint winds that came with it, so gentle that even the trees filled the air with pure silence, not a rustle heard from the now dried and crunched up leaves that would normally fight among one another.
For a moment, the cold winds almost took Falentras thoughts high up into the dark sky. That was until something flying caught the corner of her eye. It was a large blue butterfly and its beauty was not something she was able to compare anything to. It flew so elegantly and with confidence, a creature that clearly knew its own beauty alone. In all honestly, Falentra was expecting a Hippogriff or something along those lines, even a cat. A butterfly was probably way down at the bottom of her list.

''This is Gretchen? That's a weird name for a butterfly. Thought you'd call it some sorta Disney Princess' name or somethin'... ya know to match its appearance 'n all.'' She hesitated for a moment before continuing. ''I was expectin' some beast to pounce outta nowhere.'' Her voice was without intonation or expressiveness, but she was in fact quite surprised by the beauty that he showed her. Was she allowed to hold it? Probably not. She was a child and all children nowadays came across ridiculously immature and childlike in the eyes of an adult. They had a lot to learn, but to learn you have to try, and that's what Falentra loved to do, even if it meant breaking any rules in the process.

She wasn't going to ask Morfran if she could hold it, but she was more than willing to try through her actions. Slowly and steadily, making sure not to alarm the creature with any sudden movement, she took a few steps forward and held out her arm with her index finger pointing out. Whether or not it could fit on her finger she did not know, it was just a natural instinct.
Her eyes then slid closed, making sure not to come into eye contact with the animal, just in case it made it feel as nervous as when people stare at her. She waited patiently to see what was to happen next. For all she knew, he could have wandered off and hidden away, joking with her.

"What do you mean, some beast did pounce out of nowhere. Look, gretchen wasn't here, but then she pounced out. An exceptionally ferocious beast, if I do say so myself. You have to be careful around her.

The tall man kept smiling, although it wasn't entirely clear if it was a joking smile to let her know gretchen wasn't actually dangerous, or if it was a "you got this champ, don't get eaten" smile. But it turns out it didn't matter what kind of smile the man was wearing, because the girl had her eyes closed, and her finger outstretched.

Gretchen was in no mood to fly anywhere, but Griffith didn't want the moment to go to waste and the little girl to end up disappointed. There were ways to help along a disney moment. He reached his own finger with Gretchen still perched right underneath the girl's own, and breathed the word "Up" under his breath so the girl couldn't hear. But gretchen apparently understood, because with a short fluttering kind of hop, the butterfly alighted upon the girl's finger, and seemed satisfied to stay there for a bit.

Griffith leaned back to where he was before, standing straight so the girl wouldn't easily be able to figure out that it was him who placed the butterfly on her finger. Creatures were amazing, and touching one was even more so. It was special, and wonderful. This was her moment to feel special, to feel chosen in a way by a beautiful bug. He wasn't going to interfere.

Within the first few moments that the Slytherin had felt the small legs of the bug land on her boney little finger, she let her eyes slowly slide open to see the beautiful blues shimmering effortlessly up close. The wings looked like a mixture of silk and velvet, so soft that she was tempted to reach out with her free hand to give it a stroke, or even just a quick gentle touch. They were so thin and fragile looking for all they were probably stronger than they looked, she didn't want to risk it. As much as the thought of touching the wings of Gretchen excited her, she wasn't going overstep the line. It was a butterfly, yes, but it wasn't your ordinary one, meaning it was most likely capable of doing something that your ordinary one couldn't.


It took a moment for Falentras eyes to finish examining its exquisite beauty. '' Hello there, '' She whispered quietly under her breath before continuing. '' You sure are pretty. I bet you get that a lot though don't you? I can imagine it never gets tiring to hear though.'' Falentra questioned the animal as if it was going to respond casually to her. It wasn't long before her arm bent in, making her view much clearer and closer to Gretchen. It may have been too close and startled her, making her fly off back to Morfran, but just for that extra moment of being able to take a closer look at the creature was worth it. Defiantly a memory she wouldn't forget and one to be added to her sketchbook.

If the creature was to stay on her hand for a few more minutes, Falentra would have simply remained to stare at her, completely forgetting of all that surrounded her, including the Professor. She felt confident in handling and was somewhat proud of herself for performing a simple task such as this. ''I wonder if you get a butterfly chocolate treat.'' The gaze between the two was broke once Falentra finally came to and now focused her gaze on Morfran, but continued to 'slyly' talk to Gretchen under her breath. ''If not, I promise to sneak you something in. Like... a worm.. o-or or a breadcrumb... coated in chocolate, okay?'' Come to think of it, she had no idea what a butterfly ate.
Smiling with confidence, she was now able to show it through her expressions. Slowly after, her arm stretched back out towards Morfran, allowing his creature to return to him.

Sometimes, children surprised him. Sometimes, he looked on a little kid only about a third his age and saw something good, something he recognized. A love for creatures, a passion for other living things. Griffith hadn't really been good at much else. His wand never cooperated in class, never paid attention to the commands the young welshman tried so fervently to master. He had understood transfiguration with great difficulty, and could hardly remember any of the dates from history of magic.

But he was good with creatures. Very good. He was one of the greats and he knew it, was proud of it. If he wanted to, he probably could have become famous, a renowned expert on magical creatures. But he was prevented, there was no helping it. He didn't have a chance to publish anything he discovered, and it wasn't likely that he would ever get the chance. But that didn't matter, not really. What mattered to him was that he live to see the next day to help those creatures that needed it. And it helped to know that there were some young wizards out there who would carry the torch. He couldn't run forever, after all. It was a matter of time.

Gretchen, for her part, loved attention, and was lazy. Those two elements combined to ensure that the butterfly sat where she was on the slytherin's finger, gently moving her wings up and down until the finger it was perched on moved back to the professor. It flew up, and then in a circle around the large man's head before fluttering down into his pocket and vanishing from sight.

"Gretchen doesn't eat people food. Only liquids. Most butterflies drink the nectar from flowers, but Gretchen prefers blood."

He turned to look at the castle on the hill, before looking back at the little girl. It was getting late, and they had been talking for a while. He didn't want to be the reason why some head of house had to come give him a talking to. The goal at the moment was to avoid the other staff, not give them cause to come and talk with him.

"Hey, you can stop by later if you want, but you should probably get yourself back to the castle, or they'll wonder where you've been. Thank you for keeping an old man company. Gretchen says to make sure you get sleep tonight, by the way. Either that or to be careful."