Apparating across the continent was not something Joscelin wanted to do again anytime soon with both his wolfhounds and all his earthly possessions in tow. Not that his things had gotten in the way, but it was bloody hell getting through customs with Apollo and Artemis. He was of the general opinion now that hardly anyone in the wizarding world knew the difference between a damn werewolf and a dog.

After waiting for over three hours in British wizarding customs, it was with a muttered 'effing lot of wanking arsehats' that he he apparated the last leg of his journey, reappearing a moment later just in front of Tretower Court - the large manor he'd spent most of his life avoiding.

Joscelin hadn't been back to Tretower since Gwen was in Hogwarts, the last time being the Christmas holiday of her seventh year.

"Poppet, I can tell you've got something going on up there. You keep stealing looks at me." Joscelin smiled, hugging Gwen closer to his chest as they cuddled together in front of the hearth, the high-back chair swallowing both of them.

Gwen frowned, not pleased at having been so translucent. She would need to work on controlling herself better. When Joscelin bumped her forehead with his, an effort to get her to stop thinking so hard, she glanced at back up at him with a small smile. "I've something to tell you, something I've been waiting all term to tell you in person. I just wanted to wait until the right time."

Jocelin's brow rose, a grin playing at his lips. "Is that right? You've got me all to yourself now. No time like the present then," he prompted.

Hesitating, a frown threatening to overtake her features as he pushed her, Gwen decided to let it go. She didn't get to see Joscelin often and there was no reason to be petulant over his big brother tendencies. For now.

Internally shaking off her small irritation, Gwen smiled then, full and bright. "I'm going to be a reserve for the Harpies when school gets out. I've got other offers within the Ministry pending as well, but Joscelin," she leaned forward, eyes bright, "I could fly every day."

He sighed as he came back to himself, irritation from the journey leaving him in the deep exhalation. As many horrid memories as there was for him here, fighting with his parents when they actually came home, there were many more good ones with Gwen.

Leaning down, Joscelin untethered the dogs from their leashes. "Go on you two. This is home now. Go make it yours." In a moment the two wolfhounds were streaking over the lawns, disappearing into the small wood that was part of the estate.

"Now it's your turn wanker" he muttered under his breath as he straightened back up, the manor taking up all his vision. He was finally here. Finally wanted to be here. Here to stay.

Adjusting his shoulder pack, Joscelin walked up the path to the front entryway, smirking as he pushed open the double doors. "Gwen's going to be livid when she finds out," he murmured to himself before he started laughing, deep chuckles ringing in the echoing entryway. "Worth it. Bloody worth seeing her face," he grinned.


SUMMARY: Joscelin is back in Britain, master of Tretower Court.