Settling in

[Lucas Chase]

After Lucas moved into a home, which was outside in the woods, he was out on a search for his ingredients that he started to grow, to continue with his wolfsbane potion. It was a week before the full moon and he had no choice but to buy a supply of it before the upcoming transformation. It was annoying having to spend galleons on something he could make himself, which was notoriously difficult but he managed. Lucas took out his wand and watered the aconite, which was the most important. It was growing nicely. It wouldn't be long before he would be using his other ingredients. The werewolf walked over to the other section of his potion ingredients and saw that they were ready to be plucked. Lucas gathered them into the the basket, and decided that it was time to head back. The sun was going down and he needed to get these into jars and store them for further use. As he approached his home, Lucas breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to have a home of his own, and that he would always have a roof over his head. This was his and no one could take it from him.

As the werewolf stepped onto his deck, he noticed that the door was cracked. Lucas raised an eyebrow. What in the world? He remembered shutting the door. Lucas hoped that no one was here. He walked into the kitchen from the patio, so he closed the door behind him. Maybe he didn't close it all the way. He took a bottle of wolfsbane from the cupboard and poured him a goblet. He took a deep breath and chugged it, since it was the worst tasting stuff he had ever drank. He forced himself to swallow it before setting the goblet into the sink. However, Lucas heard something upstairs. Lucas took out his wand, and slowly ascended the stairs. He had to see what was going on. He opened the bedroom doors, before finally arriving to his own. He opened the door, and noticed that someone was actually in his bed. Sleeping in his bed. Someone broke into his home and decided to sleep in his bed. Lucas approached the bed and noticed that it was a girl. A girl was in his bed. Lucas put his wand away, and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Um, hey, this home is kind of taken."​

 

[Nashira Andoujenero]

What brought Nashira to the woods was a mystery, what brought her into the house was even more so a mystery. The door was mostly open - all she had to do was turn the handle and push it after all. The brunette had climbed into the cozy bungalow in a less than stealthy manner shouting out for the owner, then shrugging. She'd looked around and found a bag of crisps. She grabbed hold of them and opened them, slipping off her shoes after a moment of silence. She munched away on the salty snacks before making her way to where her soul knew there was a bedroom. She'd been hiking all day after all, why not nap for a little bit. After all her shirt revealed her profession.

It didn't take long before Nashira was caught in a compromised position. Spread across the bed fully at her astounding length of 5'1" - she wasn't exactly a threatening bugalar that was for sure. Slowly she opened her overly dark orbs. The room seemed brighter than when she'd fallen asleep. "Turn off the light." She spoke, semi-whining. She then rolled over, and grabbed chips from the bag next to the bed on the floor. "I don't see your name on the cabin in the woods." she remarked, munching happily between words - careful not to show her food, knowing if he was a muggle she could easily get out of here.

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas couldn't help but look down at her shirt, and rolled his eyes. A part of his arsehole personality was trying to resurface, especially when she said for him to turn out the light, and how she did not see his name on his house. Worst, she called this a cabin. Lucas frowned even more when she was eating chips in his bed. He rubbed his face with his hand before he uttered, "My house, not cabin, was purchased a month ago. I can show you the deed if you desperately need to see who's name is on it. But seriously, you don't go into a stranger's home, eat chips in his or her bed. You could have been seriously hurt. You could have ran into a psycho's house." He was not a psycho, but most would call him a monster. So, he was technically dangerous if he missed just one dose of his potion. He had not done that yet since this was day one.

"Can you please get out of my bed, and at least if you wanted some food, let me give you something a bit more fulfilling than chips." Lucas didn't really want to waste his time but he didn't really have a choice. He shrugged his shoulders before taking his wand and hiding it within his jeans. If she was a no maj, then she would not really know what he was doing with a twig. If a witch, then she would know. "Crumbs are just a pain to get out of the bed, is all." He was still weary, but he didn't know the girl. Why should he waste his time? Maybe she was lost. She might have run away or something. He better not be charged with kidnapping, because that was something he did not do.​

 

[Nashira Andoujenero]

Nashira looked at the man, large doe eyes staring through his and hopefully into his head. At his comment on who could possibly be living in this house she asked, "You're a psycho then? Tell me would you what, cast a spell on me and make me disappear? Poof like magic?" She asked. Regardless of his blood status the girl made a harmless enough comment, if he didn't get the gist then he was muggle and she'd be gone before finishing the bag of chips, if he did she'd ask his blood line - perhaps make him flee the place if he were a mudblood. Nahsira slowly rose from the bed. "Crumbs are easy to get off the bed if you know a good cleaner." She offered - and she was a good cleaner. if she had use of her wand of course.

Tiredly the teen rubbed her orbs, an eyelash straying to stick to the pale skin of her freckled cheeks. She then gazed at the boy. "Real food though? I hope it's not the meat you've got in your fridge. But if so there are some berries in the backpack I dropped by the door - I picked them on the trail and was going to make a pie later. At my house not yours." She spoke, walking over to him, stretching her arms in the air then letting them fall lazily to her side. "Besides sharing the bed didn't sound fun?" the brunette threw the casual comment toward the attractive man. She'd not sleep with him for no reason - for if he turned to be muggle she'd hate herself forever. But there was no harm in flirting with a man who offered her free food was there. With that said, Nashira exited the room to head to the kitchen, where she expected to be fed.

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas took the statement that she must be a witch. He sighed, knowing better to ask her if she descended from no-majs or not. He was a beast. He had no reason to ask if she was or not. Lucas chuckled, ”You know that is illegal to make someone disappear. The Ministry has not figured out where the objects go after that spell.” That must be a big enough clue for her. Lucas looked around his bedroom, noting the lack of moving pictures, mainly because there were no pictures. No family photos. Nothing. He was not even a part of his family anymore. Still stung, but Lucas was getting over it. Lucas noticed that the girl was hardly dressed in anything modest, so he just shook his head. Something about her just screamed weird though. Maybe she was inbred or something. It was not like that was unheard of. But what would he know. ”If you say so,” Lucas spoke, before he discreetly cast the cleaning spell to make any crumbs that were there to disappear.

”I have a low protein deficiency. I have to have my meat. Wait, you went through my fridge?!” Lucas exclaimed, not believing what he had just heard. Then her comment about sharing the bed made the pale boy flushed a brilliant red. Lucas did not know how to take that since he was not used with someone flirting with him. And that was definitely as subtle as a slap to the face. Lucas stood in his room, dumbfounded, until he realized that she already went toward the kitchen. Lucas let out a groan before he trudged into the kitchen. He went to the cabinets and started to look for something that was not meat related. He had some noodles, and other variants of pasta. Lucas put on a pot of water to bowl before he leaned against the counter. ”So, your name?”
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[Nashira Andoujenero]

A smile spread widely across Nashira's pale features as Lucas spoke about the ministry. "Oh but what an adventure it would be to go to nowhere. Don't you think?" She inquired of him. At least he was magic. Discovering that of strangers was always difficult in the brunettes mind. She had no qualms with asking about blood status. "Yes I went through your fridge! Listen This could have been abandoned long ago, and the fridge might have had anything in it. I was curious. I didn't eat it don't worry. As far as protein you could always eat a ton of peanut butter - that's high in protein."

Nashira watched his face seep into a beautiful red tone, and she chuckled. "Look at how cute your blush is. Acting like you've never been hit on by a beautiful woman." Nashira motioned to herself, she was queen of confidence. When entering the kitchen she peeked at a counter area that was ust large enough to sit on and did so. "I am Nashira, pureblood graduate of Hogwarts Scotland. And you?" She politely asked, though past blood status his name barely mattered to her.

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas shook his head, now wondering if she was just out of her mind or something of the sort. Only a lunatic would want to go nowhere. Though, during the week where he had to transform, he would kill to go nowhere. "I suppose it would..." the werewolf faded off in his train of thought. But, he didn't want to divulge his true thoughts to some stranger. She might be a witch, but there was still that stigma of being a werewolf. He was even a pure-blooded werewolf. It was just awful. Lucas listened to her words, before scoffing a bit when she mentioned peanut butter. Well, she had a point, but to counter it, he did not know for sure. Well, he did have one idea. "Allergic to peanuts." That was, of course, another lie. He loved peanut butter but it didn't do the trick for him. Luckily, he did not have it in the house to prove his lie was false.

She spoke of how he acted, like he had never been hit on. Lucas actually avoided people so much, he never actually was hit on. "Actually, I haven't. But, your self-confidence is definitely up there." Lucas continued to cook while he said this, keeping his eyes down on the pot while he stirred the pasta. He started to chop up some tomatoes as well for a sauce to go along with it, sprinkling in some spices to give it actual flavor. "Lucas Chase, also a pure-blood, and graduated from Ilvermorny. I went to Hogwarts New Zealand for a while, and was a Ravenclaw." She would know houses since she was from the one in Scotland.​

 

[Nashira Andoujenero]

Nashira gasped at that revelation. "I couldn't live without peanut butter. It's a staple food for stay in bed saturdays, and more napping Mondays." The brunette thought herself clever, considering every day of the week had something to do with napping in it's affectionate title. If one didn't know better they'd think that Nashira was unemployed - but that wasn't true. She was self employed, and a bit of a con-artist in reality. After all, it took skill to sell non-enchanted objects to idiotic muggles convincing them they had spiritual properties. Her healing crystals were just shined rocks. Nashira wouldn't even need money really, she got satisfaction out of fooling the muggles as it was. If her parents found out that that's what she did for work they'd be disappointed - maybe that was more of the reason she did it. The chance to blacken the political name was thrilling.

"I worked hard for my self confidence. Frankly yours is lacking - maybe you just need someone to show you how good looking you are." The English girl gave a cheeky wink to him. "Only thing that could make you any better is if you were a Slytherin." She joked. "So why are you out in this cute cabin in the woods? Do you have a disease or something?" She inquired humorously, picking at her cuticles gently.

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas raised his eyebrows at how Nashira said that she could not live without peanut butter. Well, some did obsess over it, but at least he was not one of those people. He shrugged his shoulders before he said, "Peanut butter to you is like steak to me then." Lucas did not even like meat that much before he became a werewolf. It was more than a sad day for him. It ruined his life and cursed him for all eternity. Although, now he wondered if Nashira did have a job or not, since she seemed to sleep on Mondays. His job was a basic, Monday through Friday job. Lucas did not have much of an exciting life anymore it seemed. Lucas finished up the sauce and allowed it to simmer while the pasta was cooking. Nashira went on to common about his self confidence, which used to be really high up there in the clouds with his ego, but it sank as the years went on with his curse.

"I know I physically look good, but there is much more than that to a person, and that's where my confidence is lacking." Lucas logically explained without giving anything away. He didn't want to give anything away about him to a complete stranger. Although, she did ask why he had a cabin in the woods, which was clearly a house but he decided not to correct her. Lucas shook his head, lying again, "I really like my privacy." Lucas stirred the pasta once more, before he added, "I also like being in the woods. Gives me the area I need to walk and grow potion ingredients."​

 

[Nashira Andoujenero]

Nashira raised her eyebrows and then nodded - as if the answer that peanut butter was like steak to him. To each their own after all. The dark haired witch wasn't going to be rude because he liked to eat things she didn't - after all, they could find other things to talk about. Nashira swung her legs gently, toes pointed to the ground stretching her legs slightly - after all that nap tightened her muscles, and like a cat when they awoke she needed to stretch more.

"Listen, you choose your confidence, Lukie. Regardless of plights you're a pureblood, with super amazing eyelashes and a cute well everything - what could possibly make you have so little confidence?" She asked. Of course it wasn't any of her business - she'd barely known the guy five minutes. Nashira hopped off the counter and looked at what the man was making. She stood on her tiptoes and placed her hands on his shoulder to help her crane her neck to look into the noodles.

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas got the plates down as he finished the dinner for Nashira. He started to prepare it as she started to talk about how he should choose his confidence, and how amazing his eyelashes here, and how he was a pure-blood. Well, he knew that his appearance was amazing, but that was as far as it went for him. He finished preparing the plate and slid it toward her. He waved his wand and the dishes started to wash themselves since he did not like a messy kitchen, no matter the circumstance. "Did you just call me Lukie?" After that inspirational speech, that was all the former Ravenclaw was going to comment on. That was all he wanted to comment on. He was not about to spill how he was a werewolf. Not to another stranger, let alone another pure-blood. Lucas did not want to spill all that. But looking around at his home and lack of any family pictures could give out several hints as to why some of his confidence was lacking.​

 

[Nashira Andoujenero]

Nash's stomach grumbles in delight at the sight of food. She was so excited for my chin in some pasta and talking to the very strange, very cute pure blood. The brunette wiggled back and fourth in her chair as she waited. For him to talk and for him to serve the food. Once she was able to dig in Nashira did so gladly. The way she are should have put her overweight long ago, but a quick metabolism blessed her all her life. When the man finally responded she laughed. "Yes I did. I think it's cute. Anyways so you live all alone. No family. No wife. No girlfirend? No kids?" She thought. "Must be something wrong with you yeah?" She commented, a little rudely.

 

[Lucas Chase]

The way she was eating reminded Lucas of an animal, which in a way, he was. Lucas sighed, as she spoke about how he lived alone. He looked around, before sighing. It was obvious that he did not have anything like that. Then she struck a nerve. "Must be something wrong with you yeah?" Lucas bowed his head before he turned his back on her, going to the fridge to get a soda that changed flavors. He tore the cap off, and took a drink of it, before setting it down. "Yeah, so, I'd advise you leave after you finished and just forget you have met me." Lucas felt that as a lycan or whatever the muggles called it, he deserved to be alone. Lucas walked out of the kitchen, and straight through the dining room, into the living room where he sat down on the couch. He placed his hand on his forehead, effectively attempting to shut anyone out that could remotely get too close, only to leave once they found out about him.​

 

[Nashira Andoujenero]

Nash rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I don't know Lukie you're asking a whole lot of a stranger. For all you know once I finish Eating I plan to rob you. Not that there is much to steal." Nashira stood up and took her plate to the sink. "Whatever is wrong with you it can't be that bad." The brunette hopped on the counter and it became evident by the way she bahaved that she didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. She instead was going to stay until she figured it out. "If I guess what's wrong with you can I sleep in your bed tonight?" She asked, and then chuckled at her own playful joke.

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas shrugged his shoulders when he looked around the house. She was right, there was not much to steal, but he wouldn't really care if she stole something or not. If that happened, so be it. Lucas was not about to spill his secret. He could not stomach letting a stranger know. His parents knew, and maybe one person at school that wasn't a werewolf themselves. She seemed to be persistant, and that was enough to keep him on edge. Lucas raised an eyebrow at the very thought of her sleeping in his bed. "I'm not going to play games and I don't feel like sharing my secrets with a complete stranger. But if you wanted hte couch, fine. I prefer my bed, thanks." He did hope that she did not intend to sleep with him. That would be a bit too much for hte young Chase, despite how attractive she was. Lucas kept that thought to himself, seeing as he was not fit to be with someone pure. He came to terms with that years ago. He would rather be a bachelor, alone, than sink himself to inferior bloods, while he himself was unfit for the superiors as the purebloods.
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[Nashira Andoujenero]

Nashira was fairly amused with her new friend. She giggled at the way he replied to her. Nashira was playful by nature, if not mischievous. She liked to play games and often found being serious too hard for her. "It's not a disease or you wouldn't have prepared me food since you're so concerned with it." The brunette got closer to him leaning forward and glaring into the darkest parts of his eyes. "Hmm, are you...." She thought. "Nope I lost it..." She nearly danced around to his back. Wriggling and perching herself seated behind him and placed hands on his shoulders. "So stressed outtt." She spoke before putting pressure in his muscles waiting for him to jerk away at her sudden contact. She was fairly close to him, but Nash had no ulterior motives, she just couldn't believe someone of he superior race was so down about something they had. And she couldn't believe he wouldn't tell her.

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas was highly suspicious of this girl. A pure-blood one to boot. What was wrong with her? Why was she hanging around him so much? He gave every reason to stay away so why? Lucas rolled his eyes before he stated coolly, "Diseases are spread in different ways, you know." Lucas had knowledge, but he was not about to open his mouth. But then she stared deep within his eyes, and he could not move back into the couch far enough. She was just too close for comfort. She tried to guess it, but she lost it, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Then, she moved around and sat down behind him, hands on his shoulders. Lucas flinched at her contact, but didn't want to move since if he did, she might fall and hurt herself. "I work at the ministry in werewolf support services, of course I am stressed out!" Lucas blurted out as he tried to pry her hands from his shoulders.
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[Nashira Andoujenero]

The brunette felt like she was close to cracking him. She was much too curious for her own good, a cat wondering what was with ing the plastic bag before them. It might snap shut and suffocate her but the answer would be like the air she needed and the satisfaction of knowing was too good to let the danger get the best of her. The raven locked girl put pressure on his shoulders at first until he raised his voice slightly, gripping at her hands. The bulb above her head lit up - figuratively - and suddenly she knew what it was. "You work for a support system like that. As a pureblood." She remarked slowly, leaning her chin on his shoulder. "My parents hate werewolves. Most purebloods do." She spoke quietly. "So what drove you to help them. Do you have a closeness to them?" She inquired gently. "Or maybe that's your secret."

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas narrowed his eyes as he realized exactly what he let slip. Damn it. Her face was basically right next to his, and all he wanted to do was run. It seemed like she figured it out, which meant that he was in trouble. Most pure-bloods do hate werewolves, which was what drove him away from his prestige family. He didn’t even know if he had nieces and nephews. It did hurt though. The thing that drove him to help the werewolves were his own kind. Lucas closed his eyes, trying to find a way out of this. Not without spilling the beans. Lucas pulled away from her, his face pale. “Not all pure-bloods are supremacist jerks. Let’s leave it at that,” Lucas finally said, lacking any sense of eye contact. Someone he just met, literally for a few moments, managed to find out his secret. All it took was to pull his shirt off and see the bite marks and scars on his back. Lucas placed his hand on his forehead, feeling his blood pressure rise. This was too much, even for him.
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[Nashira Andoujenero]

Nashira watched him squirm adn at first the raven haired girl was enjoying his rather worried look, however his face drained of color and his hand fled to his forehead. Nashira looked at him, her dark orbs now filled with concern, her playful adn relaxed demeanor a little farther gone. "Lucas, it's okay, you look pale." She moved toward him and placed a hand on his shoulder. She didn't know this guy very well, but she was motherly, and when someone looked like they might pass out she wanted them to get seated quickly. "Listen I'm not going to tell anyone your secret. You've not even confirmed if I'm right, dude." she spoke gently. "You don't have to be alone though." She offered kindly. After all, he was still a pureblood, regardless if he supported werewolves or was one. Frankly the idea of being a werewolf piqued the interest of the pale girl - her parents would be mortified by it, and anything to irritate them wasn't a step too far. Though, she wouldn't want to have to eat all that meat. Or take wolfsbane. The slightly nutty girl though thought those were the only drawbacks.

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas hated it when he felt pale like this, but the fact that he let it slip, again, worried him to death. Last thing he wanted was others to know outside of his trusted circle, which only included others like him. That was just want he wanted. And Nashira, someone he just met, found everything out. But by hell was he going to admit it so willingly. Her hand on his shoulder did nothing to relax him. It would take him a while to get used to someone being supportive. It was not like he received some from family. They pretty much desserted him. He did not confirm whether or not she was correct. That much she acknowledged. What she needed to do was to leave and forget that she even met him. Lucas doubted that he would receive that from her. She seemed persistant. And it was strange to him. But, she spoke of him not having to be alone. Lucas gave her a questionable look, before shaking his head. He wasn't alone, per say. He had others. "I take it that you aren't going to leave so willingly, are you, Nashira?" Lucas questioned, completely ignoring and changing the subject.
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[Nashira Andoujenero]

Nashira's charcoal eyes watched Lucas as he spoke. "ooh, Doll I like the way you say my name." She jested, laughing rather obnoxiously afterwards. Once she calmed down though her expression turned gentle. "If i leave does that mean I can't see your chiseled jawline again?" She inquired. Nashira of course thought the man would make for a good romp, but he was interesting, a pureblood outcast who might be a werewolf - how could she not want to know more. The onyx haired girl sat on the couch and watched him for a moment. Wouldn't it be lonely again for the man if he was left with no human contact. He could turn into an animal, devolve from civilization in just a few months, and that wasn't something a once proud pureblood should be put through. Nashira of course didn't quite know where to find the cabin if she left - after all she'd stumbled upon it by accident and only entered because she needed a quick nap and a little snack. This interaction seemed more important than either of those things.

 

[Lucas Chase]

Lucas truly thought that this girl was a little on the crazy side. But, she was persistent, and it brought him a sense of comfort that he had not had since he broke off ties with his former best friend from school. Except, Demonia was not as weird as this girl. Her family, on the other hand… “That is kind of what I want. I live out in the middle of nowhere for a reason. I’m not a sociable guy,” Lucas stated, shrugging his shoulders at the same time. He truly did not want to have people around him because he did not want to be judged. He was a werewolf. A pure-blood werewolf. Why would anyone want to be around him? He went from upper class to outcast within a few minutes of being outside. Lucas sighed, before wondering if it would be better to see if she was trustworthy. “Can I trust you, Nashira?” Lucas asked, turning his attention to the brunette to see her reaction. Luckily, he could sense things about people. See if she would be telling him the truth.
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[Nashira Andoujenero]

Nashira cocked a deep brown eyebrow into her hairline, flicking back dark locks off her shoulder. She felt sad for him, but she supposed that if he really wasn't social she couldn't force her friendship on him. "We could change that!" She said in a sing song voice, perhaps she should have known better, but she couldn't help but try. it was a compulsion. She moved from her seat and bounded the short distance to him, wrapping her arms around one of his. "Well of course Lukie, we're practically best friends. I've already slept in your bed after all." She reminded him, a knowing look crossing her charcoal eyes. "Gonna tell me your deep, dark secret - and I'll tell you mine." She tempted him, though frankly Nash didn't have many secrets. She was an open book, she supposed that made it harder for her to gain leverage. But, it wasn't a big deal either way - she always got her information one way or another.

 

[Lucas Chase]

One thing that Lucas refused to do, and that was change himself. That would include his social habits. He shook his head to that, since he did not want that. He preferred his solitude, and always had. Even when he was in school. “How about no, since I don’t believe in being something you are not. And I’m not social. Never have been.” Lucas informed her coolly, since that almost crossed the line for him. She snaked one of her arms in his, which he tried to break the grip but gave up quickly. He shook his head at her saying his name wrong, and saying they were best friends. He only had one best friend and it took him years to gain that, and a year to break it. “How about another time. When I’ve known you more than a day. I need to get some rest for work tomorrow. Just do what you want.” Lucas shrugged his shoulders, since he had no reason to really fear her.
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