Greyback, Zoey Emerson

Zoey was born on April 19th to an excited mother named Kiaria Mayako, a famous fashion designer for the magical world. Kiaria had an love affair with Fenrir Greyback for a few years, on and off. She wasn't the type that cared about having a stable relationship and for some reason they actually had a connection. Zoey was not born into a family that carried hate with them due to who her father was. She was the first born of the Greyback children and therefore was watched over by Fenrir more often than the rest. Zoey grew up having a relationship with her father because her mother was on good terms with him. Although Fenrir was not around constantly because shortly after her birth, other children of his started to pop up. Despite that Kiaria was fine with it. She was wealthy and had a beautiful daughter to raise.

Time went on and Zoey was given everything she wanted. She enjoyed spending time with her mother and helping her with work. It was a secret passion of Zoey's to develop her own style and follow her mother's footsteps. Fenrir kept visiting and Zoey became a prodigy of his, wanting to help him when she got older on how to make lives better for werewolves, even if that meant hurting people. Soon enough his battle would become hers because Fenrir promised to bite her, however her mother wanted to wait until after she graduated from Hogwarts that way she would be able to deal with the transformation on her own time.

Hogwarts she attended at the right age being sorted into Slytherin. Being driven and cunning were two of her dominate traits, plus both of her parent's had been in Slytherin. Zoey's last name was Mayako when she started school and eventually in her third year she decided to let everyone know she was a Greyback and had it changed. She wanted to carry his name, no matter what repercussions it might of caused. Zoey was proud of who she was and nothing would stop her from showing that pride. Zoey excelled in school, and still maintains good grades. Her future is a bit undecided and unsure.




In one ear and out the other, as if nothing filled the space between the two, seemed to be the direction of her words. His expression betrayed nothing to Regan and he soon became distracted with the sucking motion on the blood pop that Agnes’s mouth entertained. His thoughts drifted for a moment and Regan was able to register such an absence. It would be just like Archer to ignore someone who was giving him advice and focus on more sexual desires. Things that were more pleasurable then realizing the faults within himself in order to change was of no concern to Archer and Regan should have known that from the start. Yet again it was another waste of breath that could have been used to breathe the air further away from the oxygen that Archer was inhaling to sustain his life. Sighing lightly she noticed how sinister her own thoughts had become. It was not like her to be so hateful, most would say that Regan hardly had a hateful bone in her body; except for the criminals that she put away but they deserved to be hated. As much as her blood boiled around Archer he was not someone who broke the law, which she knew of, he was just a person that had horrible manners toward women. Her words were also becoming harsher or at least returning to the banter that Archer and she used on a daily basis. However, Regan truthfully did not want to return to saying things she would later regret. A teenager could say statements such as ‘I hate you, I wish you died, etc’ but those things were not appropriate for her to be saying as an adult. Deep down she knew they did not hold the same emotion that they did in the past when she felt she meant it with every fiber in her being. Archer had a way of bringing out the worst in her but she still had tried to give a piece of advice to him. The words were cold but she just wanted Archer to understand how she and basically the rest of the world saw him. Maybe it was not her place but in the moment she made it hers.

For a second Regan considered taking back what she said because she felt it was not who she needed to be. She opened her mouth to voice her concern but was cut off by Agnes stating that Archer had cheated on her and had been caught in the act. She felt for the woman who decided to stay with a man she knew for a fact was cheating on her. Regan could not resist an eye roll when Archer said it was only once and that it would never happen again. Lies. More lies. Regan was grateful that she would never have to put up with that. She would never have to worry about what Archer was doing when he was not by her side. Even if a man ever cheated on her it would be the last time that would happen because she would end the relationship right then and not even hear of the possibilities the man could change.

Regan decided to remain silent, it was not her place to keep speaking her mind on their relationship, all she could and would do was speak some words of advice for Agnes however, those would be wasted as well. Now that it seemed Agnes was content with Archer’s apologetic act Regan should have taken her leave. Her peace had been spoken whether or not Archer registered it or not. However, Regan remained despite the fact that the problem had obviously been resolved. She had no idea what encouraged her to stay when the encounter had not gone well and they had caused a scene, or well Regan had been trying to defuse the previous one and ended up in the middle of a different scene. Some unrecognized pull from Archer kept her there that she was completely unaware of. She felt as if it was her own decision but in a way it really was not a choice for Regan. It happened almost automatically, Regan never left unless she was significantly hurt or they were broken up by authorities within the Hogwarts’s walls. She had learned not to appear weak and so she refused to leave when things seemed so unfinished. This was the type of nastiness Archer brought out in Regan without her even realizing it as often as she should have. Archer leaned against the bar with that intriguing awful smirk that marked their conversation wasn’t over and Regan prepared herself for whatever old, overused insult he was going to use next.

He began with the usual reference to the amount of talking Regan does and continued on with pointing out in the past her nights alone in bed, crying, and analyzing the words Archer said. Those weren’t new facts. Anyone that knew Regan was aware of her love for talking. It was not due to Regan enjoying herself talk she just naturally had a quick mouth that was a hard habit for her to break. It was a characteristic that not everyone found appealing but it was something that was a part of who she was and it obviously would not be changing anytime soon. As for her nights spent crying Regan could not imagine someone dealing with the insults she had endured from Archer without shedding a tear. The people that had asked him to stop were either those who actually cared or just got sick of hearing her sob and wondering what on earth she had done to deserve such treatment. It was true she tried to play back their fights in her mind because she wanted to equip herself for future arguments she knew were inevitable. The past was the past and currently it had no relevance right now. Regan wanted to voice that her life was not unfair to her, she was not angry at her life or how it turned out, but before she could point out these facts Archer leaned forward his hazel eyes locking with her deep brown eyes.

Feeling paralyzed Regan was stuck staring into his eyes which sent a thrill through her. She could not register the surge that went through her body as their eyes met. She wanted to shake it off but the intensity in his eyes held her captive to listen to everything that flowed from his mouth. As each sentence ended Regan could feel a physical pain in her chest. It began constricting as the insults and reality of how the hatred she had morphed her into a beast as Archer correctly pointed out. She was ashamed of herself for in that moment Archer’s words held truth about her actions however, not all of it was true as he suggest it was. As he had pointed out that what she was saying was Her truths; the idea of Regan that he stated was His truth. Finally, the torment had ended and Archer had turned his back to her to collect Agnes to head home for pleasurable reasons. When his eyes tore from hers she felt air fill her lungs and her eyes began to water. She blinked them back because she would be damned to be brought to tears in public by Archer. Even though his words held truth, just as hers had, she was not going to show how much she was hurt. It was not the actual words that daggered her but the realization of who she allowed herself to become when antagonized by Archer. All Regan knew was that he was not going to leave without hearing her reply as she had heard his. As much as she wanted to turn away to collect her things and head home to basically do just as he implied she would, Regan wanted to right her wrongs in some form.

”You’re correct.” Regan said wishing that she did not have to do this right now. She never would have thought this day would come where Regan would be telling Archer he was correct about the shit he said toward her. However, she knew in order to move pass this and her past she would have to accept it. ”I apologize for my actions and words tonight. I acted in a way that I do not believe is truly who I am even if that is who you think me to be.” She said looking up at him waiting for some stupid remark to ruin this. She paused for a moment before continuing. ”However, not everything you said is truthful. Yes, I did cry myself to sleep many nights in school but who would not when someone was viciously torturing them as you did me. Everything I ever said was out of defense to protect myself. It was not the world that I was pissed at but you. You could never leave me alone for whatever reason I was your constant target when there were plenty of options just like me in Hogwarts that you could have focused your attention on. Instead, you chose me day in and day out. So yes, if I’ve finally become as horrible to you as you were to me than that is your doing as well as mine for not realizing what type of person you caused me to be when around you.” She tucked a stand of hair behind her ear before taking a breath. ”The truths that ARE my truths do not mean I am a liar. I am an Auror and do try to remain honest. If something is my truth then to me they are not lies and I’m committing only honest acts, I’m not intentionally lying. Something being my truth just means I am not knowledgeable enough about something to realize that I am being ignorant. So in that, you are completely correct. I have not done research on you, I saw no point. What reason would I honestly have to get to know you? In my mind and my view of the world you are were insignificant because that is the only way I could cope with the torment. Rationalizing that you did not matter was one of the reasons I did not drop out of school or worse.” Regan stated, tears in her eyes were beginning to pool once again. She was standing in a pub telling her story of hurt and embarrassment which was not something she shared so willingly with the world. All she could think was that maybe if Archer really heard how miserable he made her life, despite how strong she pretended to be, he would actually feel some sort of remorse but she was not going to hold her breath. She raised her head to the roof for a moment, blinking. She did not care at this point that it was becoming obvious she was fighting an emotional battle within herself. She looked back at Archer with clear eyes and chin held high. ”The fact that you have worked for any money, even though you started out with money handed to you, or have even been in love shocks me but that is not fully my fault. I can take blame but also that is the person you present to the world in my eyes. So I am not being judgmental however, my view is skewed by the person you present to me. If you are more than what I’ve become to believe than that is great for you. Just as you only know me for being a cruel person. Most others have a completely different view of me. I help people because I enjoy it. The career I chose actually has a lot to do with you, so not everything about you in my life has had a bad effect. Actually, I learned to be a stronger individual because of you. So I thank you for that. Just remember that you should take a look at your own words before judging others yourself because honestly you know nothing of the person I am when you are not around to bring out this horrible side of me.”

Regan could feel a large amount of eyes on her but she ignored them. She walked over to the bar not caring that it made her closer to Archer and asked for a fire whiskey. After everything that had happened she needed something to settle her nerves because she was slightly shaking as she paid the bar tender as he handed her the drink. She brought the bottle to her chapped lips and gulped down half the bottle before placing it down on the counter top and sitting on a bar stool. She knew her bag and items were safe where they were, she didn’t plan on going back to her table right away and would remain at the bar for a little while until she felt well enough to head home.