Dropping In | Pack Safehouse

Ondrea had been here only once before. It had been at least a month (maybe two?) since then. Her new... what would he even be? Her mentor, she supposed. Yes. Mentor.

Her new mentor hadn't been doing much in the way of mentoring. Granted, Ondrea had been busy with school and searching for missing friends, and he had his duties as an auror and Alpha. Still, if she was meant to be his protege, it seemed to her that she ought to be learning something from the man.

She heard that he was here, so she had come.

"Brock?" Ondrea called as she wended her way through the house, ignoring any who gazed curiously at her as she passed. She drew in a deep breath to catch his scent, following its trail. "Hello," she knocked on the open door to a room, raising an expectant brow at the man inside.

It was completely new to him; everything about the place. He'd been here since long before he was the age he was now, but it had been a long time since he'd been this age. Indeed, being eighteen again was... different.

The baby in the corner of the room didn't make anything better.

"Shhh! Drea! He's sleeping!" Turning from his son, the man-turned teen offered his protege a boyish grin as he rushed across the room. He skidded to a stop just before her, placing his hands on his hips. They were about the same height now, something that made him slightly annoyed. "You're so tall now, eesh?" He glanced down at her feet, to make sure she wasn't wearing heels, before nodding and waving her inside or outside or somewhere. "Don't wake up Andrei. Please? It took ages to get him asleep. I had to sing." He pulled a face, as if singing to his son hadn't made him feel all floaty inside in the first place.

"You look very nice, by the way." His grin returned, and his eyes swept her. "Very nice. Do you always look this way? I don't remember-"

Ondrea examined the... boy in front of her. She had no doubt it was Brock - his scent told her that much. The only question was just how he had ended up the way he was.

"Please," she rolled her eyes, tone still relatively quiet. "Enhanced hearing in lycanborn doesn't kick in until adolescence. Who'd you piss off that decided to get back at you by making you young?"

Ondrea grabbed Brock's face, scrunching his lips together by way of getting him to stop talking. "I'm actually average height for a female, you've just shrunk. Yes, I always look like this, and you will cease with that train of thought immediately, you hormonal spermbag," she informed him authoritatively. She nodded towards the baby. "I heard you had a kid. Thought it was a girl and she was older."

Brock pouted around her lips, mumbling something unintelligable before shaking her off. "Hey." He argued, rubbing his face. "I wasn't going to say anything like that. Eesh."

With a glance back at the sleeping Andrei, the young wolf shrugged. "I'm pretty sure it was an accident. Sach is this age too, you know, and he's still teaching." He grinned. "I think I'd still be a great head auror, by the way, but I'm taking a break for Andrei." He fidgetted slightly. "I think he thinks I'm his brother." The thought clearly bothered him, but he shook it off almost immediately. "I should be cured in no time, anyway."

"Ev." He murmured. "Kallie didn't tell me about her." There was something almost... bitter about his voice, but it disappeared almost instantly. "Haven't you met her? She's wonderful, ain't she? She was inducted into the pack a bit after you, perhaps you trained together? Though, wait, that wouldn't have happened, would it? Seeing as you're higher level, advanced almost automatically didn't you? Maybe you've seen her around?" He rubbed his chin, a habit back from when he had been thinking of growing a beard, though there were the bare traces there still.

"Will you help me with Andrei when he wakes up? Oh, wait, you're probably here for training right? Oh. We can do that instead." nodding, he grinned again, and it was obvious in that moment just how lost he had been at that age, though he always had seemed to hide it back then.

"Good," Ondrea said, giving the man-turned-boy a little smirk. "Babies don't have thought processes quite that complex. I'm sure he's yet to notice anything horribly amiss."

The girl frowned thoughtfully. "I haven't been around many of the pack, much. I might have seen her. The little blonde girl? She cute. A little sad for her age, isn't she?

"When he wakes up, and if I'm still here, I'll help. I like children. But... yeah, I am kinda here for whatever mentory stuff you might have for me."