The woman was sat in an armchair, by the fire, reading a newspaper called 'The WW Times'. She sighed and turned a page.

"Pack Tax? Oh dear oh dear, what a silly idea." She muttered to herself. She picked up her willow patterned cup (which had a slice of lemon stuck precariously on the rim) and took a sip. She put it back down on the mahogany table next to her and readjusted the lace cap on her ringlets. She felt her eyelids drop a little as she read. Last night's hunt had really been too tiring. Perhaps a nice nap by the fireside?

She was just settling herself down, bodice loosened and feet up on her favourite poufle when their was a tap at the window. She jumped up, knocking the table and the cup flying. The cup shattered on the stone floor. The woman scowled and tapped the cup with a wand drawn from a lacy pocket in her dress. The cup repaired itself instantly. She walked to the window and flung it open. A large screech owl flew in and landed on the upturned table. It ruffled its feathers importantly and held out a leg. The woman knelt down and tied the letter.

Dear Lady Amelia Vuk, it read,

I am a third year student at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I am researching werewolves for a Defence Against The Dark Arts essay and I came across your name in a book of werewolf genealogy. I wanted to know if I could ask you some questions about werewolves. My essay is due next lesson so I've written them here.

1.Is it difficult to distinguish a normal wolf from a werewolf?

2.To become a werewolf, do you have to be bitten?

3.Does silver really work on a werewolf?

4.Is the wolfs bane potion useful within werewolf circles?

5.Is there any cure for werewolf bites themselves, not the actual disease?

Yours sincerely,

Hermione Granger, Gryffindor House

Amelia sat down, re-reading the letter. She'd never had anything like this…trembling slightly she walked to the drawing room, sat down at a desk, inked a quill and began to write

A/N: this is the first story in my series about my obsession with bred werewolves and their society. flame, review...any response is nice really ")