Calisto Lupin was bored. The many books that she often found herself occupied with for hours now held little interest for her at that moment. She had been grounded for the past three weeks and it was really starting to grate on her nerves. She had thought her father would relent after a week or so but after three weeks he wasn't showing any signs of letting up. Obviously he was more disappointed in her expulsion from Beaxabons then she had originally thought. Calisto sighed and sunk deeper into the sofa but at the same time a small smirk worked its way onto her face. "It was definitely worth it." She thought.

Stupid loud mouth Genevieve LeSaux had been telling everyone that all werewolves should be rounded up and destroyed. Normally Calisto would have ignored her, after all the girl thought that finding spells to enhance the colour of her nail polish was an intellectual pursuit. This time however a large group was agreeing with her and hadn't her father told her that teaching others was a noble profession? So that's what she had in mind, teaching the masses. It wasn't her fault that it had soon turned into a mud slinging competition. All that LeSaux could come up with was "Werewolves should be killed because my father says they're a menace"

Apon reflection Cali should have remembered one of her fathers' favorite sayings. "Never fight with an idiot because they will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience" because that was exactly what happened, apart from the violence, Genevieve LeSaux would never get physical, it would ruin her manicure. After being thoroughly humiliated LeSaux then resorted to implying some kind of incestuous relationship between Cali and her Father. It was at that point that Cali had snapped. She had won for Gods sake and that cow dared try and take her victory by saying something as low as that! Cali had always been proud of her father and the werewolf comment had riled up the normally mild mannered girl as her father was one (not that that was common knowledge, Remus Lupin didn't want Calisto to suffer because of him even if she told him she didn't care). But the little hint at how "close" the two were pushed Calisto over board and forgetting all magic she had pulled back and punched the other girl, braking her nose with a satisfying crunch. LeSaux's friends further insulted her resulting in an all out brawl where Cali had hexed several students. The final nail in her coffin though had come when she accidentally broke a teachers nose. The only consolation prize being that it was a teacher she didn't really like.

Madam Maxime had been apoplectic with rage. Her nerves already frayed due to the incident at Hogwarts, so when she returned home to find a student had started a brawl over werewolves she wasted no time in expelling Calisto.

An image of her fathers' face floated over Cali's minds eye and she squirmed guiltily. She had never seen him look so disappointed in her. Not even that time she had failed a transfiguration test because she had spent the night wandering the gardens and didn't get any sleep. She hated making her father worry. He had enough to deal with, especially with the whole Sirius Black thing. Ah yes, that was the other reason she couldn't concentrate. He was going to be here, any day now, in her house. Sirius Black, the only person to escape the infamous fortress of Askaban. She could barley believe the story when her father had told her. It was like a big conspiracy like on one of those muggle television shows. Betrayal, murder, mystery it had the making of a clean opera, or what ever those muggle shows were called, something to do with bathing anyway. Muggles were weird.

Disinterestedly Calisto picked up one of her fathers' books and opened it to a random page.

"This particular beast has a fascinating history stretching back to the goblin rebellion of 1475"

Ah yes, one of her Dads books on dark creatures. While she did share some of her fathers' passion for defense against the dark arts her real interest lay in potions, something that made her father sigh and shake his head. It was no secret that Remus Lupin was terrible at potions. Well, he wasn't that bad but compared to Calisto the man just didn't have much patience or skill for it. That wasn't completely his fault though. His strong Lupin senses always overwhelmed him when working with potent potions ingrediance. Calisto, however, loved nothing more then to watch a cauldron bubbling working a magic all of it's own.

She looked back down at the book in her hand and rolled her eyes. You would think that wizards would learn to open other banks that were not run by goblins. As safe as money is with goblins, they just keep having all these rebellions throwing the wizarding world into financial upheaval. Then again if wizards would learn to treat all non-wizards with respect there wouldn't be as many rebellions. Flicking though the book Cali tried to find something to read when she heard a curious scratching sound. Putting the book down Calisto cocked her head and listened. There it was again and it sounded like it was coming from the front door. Curiously she walked over, now it was more of a tapping sound. With nothing else for it she reached forward and opened the door.

Calisto peered out cautiously to reveal nothing, that is until she looked down. There sitting on the front porch was a great big black dog that looked just like a…

"Papa! There's a big black grim sitting on our porch. Are we going to die?"

She called out conversationally to the back of the house.

"Not just yet I don't think"

Came the deadpan reply as Remus Lupin stepped into the room.

He looked down at the dog and a tender smile crossed his face.

"Well let him in Cali. Not nice to keep death waiting"