Those who are capable of tyranny
are capable of perjury to sustain it

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The seeker had one singular thought in his head as he stared down at the newspaper in front of him. He was going to do it. He was going to tell Odessa that he was a werewolf. The witch had long proven herself as being discreet and trustworthy. The pair had seen one another now for two years. Jaxon had learned the secret the ginger kept from him...about her still being at Hogwarts when they first met ages ago now, but the woman had still not learned his secret. She trusted him--and he would trust her.

Couldn't he?

Jaxon had not read a word of the Prophet he held. Not that he knew whether or not anything printed in the pages were true or false. He had come out to grab a bite to eat, but want looking to garner a lot of attention. The werewolf kept up his playboy reputation for the Puddlemere PR folks enough to keep himself on the pages of Witch Weekly, but he was going out less and less. He was getting older. His mind was on more serious matters than shagging these days. He was really worried about the way muggleborns were being treated. The registration thing freaked him out. But he was trying to stay optimistic. This administration was better than Durant, surely... The things that man had condoned being done to werewolves was despicable. Was Jax just blind to the same sort of things happening to muggleborns now?

He didn't know. And he didn't know how to find out the truth. Oriel had vanished, Jax had no idea. He had told the artist his secret, bit that hadn't been enough to bridge the gap of time. He still thought of the other man from time to time. Jaxon had a big heart. He had given piece after piece away to those who managed to survive and stick around in his life for awhile.

He needed to reach out to the Minister. He needed to use their distant relation to get himself in front of her. Jaxon felt so sure that he would be able to discern the sum of her character if he could stand eye to eye with the woman.

A voice drew the seeker out of his musings. Dark eyes went up from the paper to the face belonging to the speaker. Jaxon's brain was working to piece together what had been said to him even though he hadn't really been listening. He was pretty sure he had been asked if the seat across from him was free. "Sure is," the brunet drawled. "Why dontcha jo'n me?" Mighty appreciate the company."

Hey I heard you were a wild one

If I took you home it'd be a home run

Few people made an impression on Teuila to make her want to be so much more than just a fuck buddy. Friends wasn't something that she got easily, they weren't something that she had a lot of time for. She worked a lot, and when she wasn't on a date, or with her family it usually meant that she was with her friends. Her life wasn't super glamorous, but she enjoyed it. She just missed the beach, she was considering going to the riviera or something to spoil herself, to give herself some time with her sister, or Isolde, or even Izzy. She was sure that she could have a lot of fun with any of them. She knew that time was short of her and she was trying to not dally she was trying to no forget that her father was making arrangements, she was trying to forget that the life that they wanted for her was looming ever closer.

She had decided to go out for lunch and then maybe do some shopping for before going in for her appointments later in the day. Her long hair was pulled to one side and tied with a purple ribbon to match the rest of her. She admitted that she could  have a child like appearance thanks to her height so she tried to avoid that if at all possible. Perhaps that was why she liked her skirts so short or why she liked her heels so high. Her sister disagreed, of course, but that was Isobel. She loved Teuila, but she didn't agree with the things that her younger sister did.

Food was important, so she was going for a bite when she came into the pub and smiled. She looked around for a table and then saw a familiar face. Jaxon was a male she had slept with a few times, never anything that was super serious. She wasn't one for commitment and she knew that he wasn't either. It was why it worked, but they stayed friends too. She didn't have many of them, and he was the kind of guy that she liked to have around. Stepping to him she asked if she could sit with him, her full lips pulled into a smile. "Mind if I sit here?" Pulling out the chair she sat and crossed her legs. "Good on ya?"

Outfit

The seeker might have been thinking of one lover--but another familiar to his bed had walked up to join him. Teuila was a sexy thing and Jax was happy to see her again. The woman never held any expectations for their fun to be more than it was...which had been very important to the werewolf when Durant had been the Minister. He had a very strict commitment to no attachment or emotional involvement when werewolves were being hunted constantly. He could not let anyone get close to him. Things were a little different now, but that didn't mean he didn't still enjoy the company of those happy to be friends with benefits.

When the pretty little brunette took a seat across from him, Jaxon's eyes traveled over her familiar body. His gaze wandered slowly and appreciatively--lingering on her assets, before his warm chocolate eyes met hers. There was a mischief shining in them, enhanced by the gleam of attraction. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, Teuila" the wizard drawled, sensually molding her name--his dimple winking at her as he grinned. "You're just as purdy as the day is long, darlin'--"

He had not come out looking for someone to take home, but with this fit witch in front of him, his mind was definitely on that now. He figured her joining him impromptu like this meant similar ideas were in her mind. He leaned a bit closer towards her, attraction urging him to subconsciously. All confidence and easy swagger, he spoke again. His deep bass rumbling out to embrace the woman: "And I ain't ashamed to say it has been too damn long since I saw you--"

Nothing in her life was serious, not even her job. She liked it and it helped to keep her in shape and aided her in her modeling but even that wasn’t serious. It was enough to pay her rent and her bills and the rest came from her parents. It wasn’t like they paid for everything, she was an adult and did what she wanted and lived how she wanted to, but she was a Princess regardless of how people looked at it. She was the daughter of the High Chief and they wanted to make sure that she lived the way that she was supposed to be. Of course if she used that money on clothes and booze rather than the swanky apartment that they thought she lived in, then that was more on her than anyone else.

Her love life wasn’t serious either and it never really would be. She didn’t see herself doing any of the things that her family wanted her to. They had their heir, she was the spare. If something happened to her sister, her husband and their kids, then she would inherit but the chances of that happening were so slim that it was ridiculous. They were all in great health, and she was glad for it too. She did not want that fucking crown on her head. She didn’t want that responsibility.

She didn’t fit in, she was a princess and a wild child; she was a foreigner too. Perhaps that was why she was attracted to Jaxon, and that cute drawl that he had, making her grin like a fool. She smiled and leaned back into her chair her large brown eyes shining as her full lips quirked into her pleased smile (she didn’t show her teeth thanks to her princess training). He leaned in and she ran a manicured nail softly down his neck before leaning in for a kiss, her hand on his chest. Breaking it she smirked at him. ”It has been far too long, but I am glad to see you are not so busy tonight.”