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- Mia
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- Dederick
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- Briars rowan, 15", with centaur (aspens) tail hair and my werewolf fur
- Age
- 49 (2/2013)
After the start of the second semester Briar had been spending more and more time at the quidditch pitch. firstly because she had heard that there would be another game soon, but also because it was a place whee she had aways been able to let her mind go and be who she was. With the odd looks that had been following her round the school recently she needed a break and training was the perfect excuse. she was glad that most in her house had supported her once the news had gotten out. sure some people were wary of her, but she didn't mind them, she had her friends and that was all that mattered. It was mid afternoon of the first week of term. It had been a killer of a week but the gryffindor prefect was getting used to everything that was going on. she had been practising on her own on the pitch but when the Ravenclaw team arrived for a training session she had had to leave. she had no option but to land, pick up her bag and make her way up the garden. she walked slowly up towards the castle taking the long route via the lake and savouring the time alone before the looks she had been attracting when she was inside the school started again. she was dressed in her usual weekend clothing, of shorts, and a T-shirt. however this week she had started to wear a new set of shirts and today was no exception todays shirt said 'my boyfriends a werewolf' she hoped Dee wouldn't mind, but she didn't think that anyone at the school knew him. Then again she hadn't thought they did before and look how that had worked out.
She was making her way along the edge of the lake looking out over the cool water and in half a mind to get back on her broom and fly over it for a while. but for the time being she continued walking. her eyes wandered to the garden, in particular one tree a tree known by most students as a random tree and one that couldn't be climbed easily, but to her it had a totally different purpose. it housed the entrance to the howling cavern. of corse it, like many of the secret entrances at the castle, had a password, and this was a password that no one would speak. she had it set to the word "werewolf' in her native language. no other student spoke that language, and the only way that someone could open it accidentally would be if a centaur was walking past randomly talking about werewolves. which would be a near no chance. she put her bag down the sunlight warming he skin, she liked the sun, it was warm and when it was up she was safe, she could no transform when the sun was up. her last transformation had been a rough one, the middle of summer had made the cavern horribly warm and that had caused her wolf brain to become frenzied. next time she would think of more water, but in the mean time she had the scars form that night as a reminder, the ones on her arms legs (and some on the rest of the body) were healed but still stood out on her skin, and she had also had four running parallel down her face which would probably be there for life as the nurse hadn't been able to fix them properly due to their position near her eye.
She was making her way along the edge of the lake looking out over the cool water and in half a mind to get back on her broom and fly over it for a while. but for the time being she continued walking. her eyes wandered to the garden, in particular one tree a tree known by most students as a random tree and one that couldn't be climbed easily, but to her it had a totally different purpose. it housed the entrance to the howling cavern. of corse it, like many of the secret entrances at the castle, had a password, and this was a password that no one would speak. she had it set to the word "werewolf' in her native language. no other student spoke that language, and the only way that someone could open it accidentally would be if a centaur was walking past randomly talking about werewolves. which would be a near no chance. she put her bag down the sunlight warming he skin, she liked the sun, it was warm and when it was up she was safe, she could no transform when the sun was up. her last transformation had been a rough one, the middle of summer had made the cavern horribly warm and that had caused her wolf brain to become frenzied. next time she would think of more water, but in the mean time she had the scars form that night as a reminder, the ones on her arms legs (and some on the rest of the body) were healed but still stood out on her skin, and she had also had four running parallel down her face which would probably be there for life as the nurse hadn't been able to fix them properly due to their position near her eye.