I WANT MORE;;OPEN

illiam was not really the sort of man that would have become a teacher if he'd had any other choice. Being surrounded by children and idiots and people he didn't care about in one form another. No. He missed his old job of being able to run freely in the woods even as a human, protecting himself and whatever feral beast he was after from other people that might kill a werewolf just for neglecting a potion. Hell, he missed being able to walk unassisted by his cane. But neither was something he could have again now that he was bitten. Not that he truly hated the bite. No, he'd wanted to be a wolf since he was a little boy and being granted it wasn't something he'd ever hate. Even if he wished the wolf that bit him could have not made his leg a chew toy in the process.

But since his days were now filled with paperwork of the Hufflepuff house and long hours spent among children, when he wasn't talking to one of the members of his new pack, he found himself bored. Which is why when an owl came from Elroy asking for assistance on a text, William jumped at the chance to leave the castle. Dressed in an unusual choice of black dress slacks, deep blue pinstrip shirt, and an equally black vest he gave the appearance of a friend stopping directly after work to see to casual business. Nothing to warrant suspicion or cause another to give him more than first glance. No hint of what house he might once have been a part of. Still was a part of.

William walked slowly through the halls he once worked at, cane echoing quietly against the marble flooring. Thoughts centered around seeing this text and what information he might gain from trade of skills. He emptied his mind behind the mental walls he had taught himself, not wanting to take the chance that anything might be discovered while in a building of Death Eaters. As he neared Elroy's office he allowed a small smile on his face. "Is this what you trade your old job for? I must admit I care more for your space than what I have at the castle." Information freely given because it was already known, words falling easily as he stood at the open doorway to Elroy's office. The work space for a man that was not his enemy nor a true friend. But someone -like Alixander- that he liked well enough. "I think it is the chair that makes it seem so nice. I will have to get one for my desk later."

hile William did not care for his job -namely because his job didn't involve forests and did involve messy children- he did care for loyalty. A true Hufflepuff trait. When he aligned himself with his alpha he was willing to go along with the plans of the werewolf empire. William himself did not care one iota for power beyond what he had but if the man he would give advice to desired it than William thought it best if he got all the information he could. Information on current werewolf territories, shifts of power, and any possible personal information that might be surrounding the alpha. Maybe he didn't trust the man but he'd be damned if he got blind sided just because he didn't know something that was of import. The blue eyed wolf nodded at Elroy's words, once again leaving the small half smile on his lips.

He made his way slowly to the chair opposite of the man's desk, sitting down on his seat while leaning his cane against the arm. "A throne? Really, Elroy, you should know better than to blatantly display your desires in front of those who might not know of it." There was a pause before the wolf gave his own signature half smile in return. "I would put it in your home instead." With that he turned his attention to the book in the man's hands. Eyeing the cover and listening to the words being spoken. While it was true William had kept up on the studies (and not for the sake of his students) he was not as well versed in the Egyptian runes as he'd lead people to believe. It was rare that anyone ran across them anymore. At least what with his line of work. No one cared about fancy scripts when there were giant spiders at their throats. "I would take a look and see what it says, if you would do something for me in return?" William didn't feel he needed to ask but it was always better not to presume. Better not to look like you were presuming at least. His hands stayed stationary in his lap, back relaxed against his chair, to continue the appearance of non-presumption. He'd wait for the other to hand over the book while they discussed the exact cost of William lending a trusted hand.

s a wolf that favored subtle strategy and kept his cards close to his chest, William was sure that he would hate those who might display their ambition so blatantly. However it seemed he surrounded himself with men like Elroy and Hadrian. William took a moment while his companion laughed to mourn the fact he took up any sort of relations with men that wanted to rule their worlds. But in the end it was men like that which appealed to the sly wolf. Their boasting never failed to make him want to both laugh and to shake sense into them. "Only some? Should I worry for what other things you might be filling your house with? Might I open the door for the bathroom and find a basilisk in the shower?" He cocked his head to the side and let a wider smile pull at his lips at the joke. "As long as the shower is clear of snakes and the tea is hot, I'm sure I'll enjoy your renovations. However many you may have."


Sometimes, though, the call for being subtle was unnecessary. Such as when dealing with Elroy. While he wouldn't reveal everything there was a certain extent to which he could be fully open. If only because they were both aware of knowledge the other would already be party to. So William only smiled at the man of similar position and glanced back when the door shut, waiting until he heard the faint click before opening his mouth to speak. "I need what we both do. Information." A pause led the wolf to adjust his injured leg, the first of his movements since sitting down in the chair. "You've heard of my alliance with Alpha Greyback, pup of Fenrir. I know enough of him but my knowledge of the current territory dealings is limited. I had hoped your reach might extend so I might glance at at documents pertaining to the current wolves and affairs."

 Slytherin would always be a Slytherin, that much William knew to be true. Especially a Slytherin with a foot hold or more in the Death Eaters. Which is exactly what the man before him was. So William could easily joke about matters with snakes when he knew his neck would not be on the line for it. Besides. A historian such as Elroy would have been interested in the Chambers of Secrets. A thought that was proven true by the man's reply. But all jest and talk of visiting fell aside as they dove into the matters that actually held value. Enough pleasantries had been exchanged that the professor felt they had a successful greeting and he wouldn't need to worry about insult.

William kept himself still as he watched the man before him, figuring that the Slytherin was just weighing the importance of sharing information over his own curiosity. He understood the need for hesitancy. After all he held his cards close as well. Counting as well the fact that Elroy and William held no trust between them nor a strong friendship past the exchange of information, yes, he well understood hesitation. Just as he had hesitated with giving his new alpha anything of himself. But he would be a poor adviser if he didn't gather this information and Volka suffered for his lack of knowledge. Even if he went through his other channels to obtain the list, William thought Elroy would be the best source when he wanted the information quickly.

A small satisfied smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as the other man leaned forward to speak. William nodded once and sat up straighter in his chair. "I shall have to take your word on the matter then, Elroy. Let me see the text you need translating and I will tell you what it says." With the agreement struck he let his body shift slightly, more stiff and poised than he had been before. A more natural posture for the wolf. He moved to hold out his hand expectantly, smile still on his lips.