Apparently Hannah was incredibly adept at stepping on toes, offending people and making them really rather angry. She had certainly made an expert job of getting to the big hairy wizard that had been a figure of powerful authority in her youth.

What worried Hannah was how the werewolf curse had taken away this wizard’s authority, his influential clout. He was a changed man to what she’d always remembered and it saddened her. Greyfriar’s attitude was that of a beaten down teenager and he had wasted no time in heading for the door, blatantly showing Hannah that she had long overstayed her welcome.

The young witch lowered her cup and placed it back on the table. Stocking clad feet once more carried her across the small room where she slipped them into the impractically high heeled shoes that she’d left on the floor. Next she picked her cloak up and watched Greyfriar carefully as she wrapped it around her shoulders.

“You are a powerful figure of authority, Greyfriar. If you stand up and say this treatment isn’t humane and just, people will listen to you.” With the cloak tied around her neck, Hannah quickly scanned the room where her eyes fell on some parchment and a quill. She stepped over and helped herself to the quill, quickly scribing her name and address on the parchment.

The parchment was held out for Knox to take. “For when you change your mind about how abominable I am, Knox.”

An uncomfortable encounter was coming to an end, in suitably uncomfortable fashion.  In recollection, this engagement with  a werewolf was nearly as savage as one that occurred over a full moon, he thought darkly.  Bombay was clearly more than she looked, and Knox wondered if she'd always been this way even as a student at Hogwarts. 

He watched her pack up her things and ready herself to go.

But of course, she needed to pause and leave him with additional spurs before she went out into the night. 

He blandly took the parchment she offered him, with her name and address jotted down.  He could think, right now, of very little he'd ever do with such information.

"Should there ever be any evidence to the contrary.  Good night, Hannah."

The evening’s encounter hadn’t been played out as Hannah had hoped. She had been unsure of what to expect from Greyfriar after revealing herself as his kin, as a werewolf like him. She hadn’t awaited hugs and words of sympathy and Hannah knew she didn’t deserve such words after the manner in which she had treated Knox Greyfriar that unpleasant morning in his ministry cell after the full moon.

Something Hannah should have been aware of before darkening Greyfriar’s doorstep was that it was rather unacceptable to demand help from a respected figure one had previously greatly disrespected. Treating her former headmaster like a beast, like an animalistic criminal on their previous meeting had been this young witch’s grave mistake and she now was becoming conscious of this. This once emotionally stunted healer did however thoroughly believe that after her brief apology for the treatment, the much larger, burly wizard should have graciously accepted it and not been as pathetically sensitive as he had been.

Nevertheless, the evening hadn’t been a complete failure. Greyfriar had briefly been made aware of his former pupil’s intentions and he had, albeit grudgingly, taken her contact details for when he finally realised that she was right and he could cease his self destructive self pity and aide in something far larger and wide reaching than his own torment.

“How I earn my living should be evidence enough.” Abominable people didn’t dedicate their career lives to healing people, Hannah was certain. “Goodnight.” With one final glance at her former teacher, the small witch pulled the hood of her cloak once more over her damp hair and heaved the door open, leaving the cottage and stepping out into the unwelcoming weather to find her way home.