Beneath the cool, complex shades of night the streets of Hogsmead offered, a second figure appeared, unknowing and unbeknownst of his predecessor. Materializing outside the doors of the Hogs Head, where a moment ago there had been nothing, there was no sound, or even slight stirr of magic to forewarn his coming. He lifted his head, all handsome, drawing planes and angles, dark oceans of unreadable blue eyes flickering over the wooden door, in both curiosity, and concern. The hazy outside light of the pub draped itself over him like a liquid mold, the dark, lush obsidian locks of his thick hair seemingly absorbing the light, rather than reflecting it. The glow cast heavy shadows over him, alighting certain characteristics, and leaving others to curiosity.
He was clad in dark shoes, and dark jeans that fit comfortably over the strong length of his legs, the deep blue of his sweater emphasizing the dark colors of his eyes, and the broad width of his shoulders. Strong enough to carry the world that rested so heavily upon him. Beautiful was too feminine a word. Handsome too civilized. He was simply, utterly male.
His enormous wings hidden from view, he planted a hand upon the cool wooden door, and pushed, stepping into the slightly warmer atomosphere of the pub.
Was it not for the calm texture of his aura, and the moody, lively emotion in his dark eyes, he would easily have passed for a frightening figure.
Xaver, though, looked up, allowing the door to close behind him, as he heard the feint murmurs of familiar voices, and tones.
The harsh, collected shadow that had formed over Xaver's features dissapated, replaced by an honest warmth as his gaze fell over Ginny, watching as she slid into a seat.
He padded toward her, soundless, and more or less unnoticed by those about him..
