He followed Geneva's scent, strangely anxious to see her that day, and consequently came upon another's as well. While the cyclops was not particularly filled with excitement at recognizing the second smell, a smile did break through his scarred features and his pace quickened, mildly eager to see a pup-surely-now-adult return to her home.
And he was right—Rendall had grown. At first the cyclops hardly recognized her, his smile remaining on his face as he arrived at his mate's side. Jeferson himself had not changed outwardly, though much had shifted and warped in his mind since Rendall's last appearance, most due to the olive-eyed woman he now proudly stood beside. "Rendall," he said, nodding in an appropriate welcome. "Of course I would allow you back."
Geneva questioned her whereabouts, and the cyclops simply nodded in addition. He too wondered where the girl had gone to finish her growing and why she had chosen to return to a place like Ravenclaw after such a short time.
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