A newcomer;

The Forest of Dean. Such a good place to be in, specially with this weather. The sun was shining really strong, the shadows of the tree's on the ground, their branches standing majesticly on the air, with new leaves aldready growing. The weather was very good, no clouds on the sky, the yellow sun brightly gazing down on the world, and a fresh breeze of wind rolled through the forest sometimes, though it wasn't that cold or powerfull, just something to relive one from the heat. A loud bam sound echoed through the forest, and some footsteps were then after heard after a loud sigh, let out by a young, masculine voice.

A nauseating sensation could be felt through the body of the boy, who had just apparated into the Forest, with the intentions of trying to find a werewolf pack made out of exiled people that he had been searching for a long while. His head stopped spinning, and finally the boy took his hands of his head, looking around. The silhouete of a tall, slender boy could be seen through the different tree's. He was wearing a white shirt, and a dark hoodie on top of it, despite the warm weather. He had tight dark jeans, and a pair of blue all-stars sneekers. The boy just looked around, looking for somewhere to go and then started randomly walking forward.

The boy, who was 20 years old, and was currently looking for something to risk his life for, had his wand steadily on his jeans back left pocket. He touched it slightly, to make sure it was still there and that it hadn't dissapeared when he apparated. Always good to be sure. He stretched his arms back, and putted a large green, camping backpack on the floor, taking out of it a tent. He setted it on the floor, and with a wave of his hand, he did some kind of wandless magic, and the tent got up straight, ready for someone to go inside. He went inside to put down his backpack, and stopped in amazement at what he had just seen. He had never been inside one of these tents, so it was something very new to him.

"Marvellous."

He closed the curtain that led into the tent, and a really big space could be seen. He had never gone camping with his parents or someone, so he never tried on of these, but on this mission for the Ministry of Magic, they had offered him a tent for the time he spent on the Forest trying to find the wolfpack. It had 3 divisons, a living-room in the middle, one bedroom to the left, and a small kitchen to the right. The kitchen had a fire oven, and some things for Chris to prepare some food when he was eating. On the living-room, a round table, 5 chairs around it, some vases with flowers, to make it look pretty, and on the bedroom, a bunk bed, with a table and a chair to the side of it, and some books and reports about werewolfs on top of it. Chris, has a werewolf himself, had aldready some information about them, but he still received some important memo's from the ministry. With a quick reflex, he drew his wand and pointed it at the entrance. He heard a quiet rustling noise outside, doubting it to be an animal, he went to the door, and finally opened it, seeing a tall figure standing outside.

Magic is such a trivial thing. One day it allows you to preform feats that inspire shock and awe in the local populace. And the next it leaves you powerless with a slight green tinge. This of course was Ne'Os's new life one where he had to survive on skills he never used. To travel without magic could take days Especially for one lost in the Forest of Dean. He of course did not wander the trees without a cause. Samantha Burns, his ex wife and mother of his children, was sick and on the path to her early grave. At first Ne'Os hoped her vampire blood would work to destroy the virus but it appeared to make things worse. And now his children were sick to. His goal was to find some thing here that could help cure this virus.


Oddly the disease had not placed Ne'Os in the hospital...yet. He had taken to wearing clothes that could cover his face as his skin had turned green. Today he wore black jeans ,with a black hoodie ,combat boots, and gloves. The hood was placed carefully over his head to cover the back of his neck and he wore a silver mask that only allowed his eyes to be seen. The mouth on the mask did not exist yet Ne'Os found almost no issue speaking or breathing through it, he assumed due to a enchantment of sorts.


His search for a cure was not going well and he could swear he could hear howling far in the trees. Because his magic had failed he had taken to carrying a glock that he kept in shoulder holster hidden by his hoodie. He carried just enough ammo to keep himself fed and defend himself if need be. Usually it would be hard for a wizard to find a gun but a previous leader of the Death Eaters had taken up gun trafficking. At first Ne'Os thought it was useless but he couldn't help but be thankful it had been allowed to happen.

Usually Ne'Os would have had to stop many times to cough or rest from the pain and intense itching this virus carried but Khaat had supplied him with potions to help with his symptoms. He stopped to blow his nose when he heard a crack that he associated with someone appearing out of nowhere. He crouched down and drew the glock in his hoodie. He made sure it was cocked as he moved towards the source of the crack. He was surprised to find only a single person. While the forest was popular to camp in and is very calming under normal circumstances he found people could be unnerved by the things that lived in the woods.

Making sure to be as quiet as possible he followed the person he could now see was a young male human. He watched as the man set up a camp and was surprised to see he had the ability to use wandless magic. This was the skill that very talented wizards fumbled with. A skill Ne'Os had fought Grindelwald with and barely survived. He winced as he remembered the torture he suffered while Grindelwald escaped. He still had many nights where he would wake up in a cold sweat and silently screaming in the dark.

Coming back to the present he realized he was standing at the entrance of the tent and not only that but the male wizard who had entered the tent just moment before now standing there with a wand aimed at him. Worse he realized that he had the glock aimed back at him.

He raised his hands uncocking the glock and placing it in its holster. "forgive me I was nearby and saw you appear out of nowhere. I guess my curiosity got the better of me. You know you really should set a perimeter before you lay camp you don't want just anyone walking up to your door. And you can relax had I wanted you dead I would have just shot you and been on my way" he said gesturing at the wand. He figured that if he needed to defend himself he could perhaps produce one spell but it would probably not be anything deadly.

The man in front of him was quite correct actually, atleast before Chris could racionalize an answer he was. He hadn't placed any charms for the very own reason of him beeing there, meeting with exiled people who were werewolfs for the ministry. He was wearing almost a military-like outfit, which Chris recognized because, yeah, it wasn't the ordinary wizard clothing but, he had gone with his grandfather to some army expeditions as a kid, and he remembered seeing that type of clothing there, but he just didn't knew why a wizard was wearing it, and carrying a gun too.

"You really shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. If there are no spells around here, it's because I want people to find me. I'm doing work for the Ministry. And I think I prefer keeping my wand up .. What are you doing here? And who are you? Because you really seem to be running away from something, atleast from the looks of you and , it's my job to bring down people like that so ."

He finished in a somewhat dark tone, trying to show that despite beeing only 20 years old, he was very capable of battling anyone in a duel.