Briar Werewolf (First Floor)

[Jaden West]

 

[Samuel Phillips]

Samuel found himself wandering through the first floor corridor that day; he couldn't remember how he got there, or why he chose to snap back into reality while his feet tapped consistently on the stone floor. Zoning out had been a custom for the seventeen year old since before his transfer to Hogwarts New Zealand, since he lost the love of his life, his mind found peace when he wasn't facing reality as willingly as he probably should. Samuel shook his head, worsening the pounding headache in the back of his mind. It was then the Part-Veela's attention was drawn to a piece of parchment stuck against a wall. The harsh words looked as if they had been written in an all too familiar red substance, blood. He cringed at the sight of it, not the words accusing this Briar Rowan of being a werewolf and a skank, no matter how cruel they were, but at the realisation somebody had used blood to write it. At least it looked like blood, Samuel wasn't about to check for himself. Too shocked to take down the parchment, Samuel just stood there, questioning who may have concocted a plan so cruel as to announce somebody's secret in such an indiscreet manor. ​