Josie

Josie was looking down at her hands; she had got to supper early and was sitting and waiting for the baskets to fill with food. She was lost in her thought as per usual tracing the pearly looking scars on the back of her hand. Josie was a werewolf and as far as she knew the only one at Hogwarts.

She ran her hand through her wavy brown hair that just passed her shoulders and turned her amber eyes on the table the marauders had just entered the room and as per usual every female straightened up and threw back their hair or started laughing hysterically. This was mainly because of a certain Sirius black who was explaining how he had exploded the chalk during transfiguration the lesson before. He was gesticulating wildly and his friends were laughing raucously.

Sirius was not really her type but she had to admit he was bloody gorgeous with his silky black hair that seemed to look both ruffled and controlled at the same time, his stormy grey eyes which seemed to rake over every girl hungrily and made your knees go weak. His large rough hands slightly calloused from years of being a beater Josie could almost feel them running up and down her back now.

Stop that at once! She mentally cursed herself, why was she fantasising about Sirius bloody black when she knew full well she could never date anyone? Oh right, full moon next week. It was only Josie's second transformation and she was still getting used to the feelings she got before the full moon. The heightened emotions and senses and worst of all the burning desire for intimacy.

She glanced back at the marauders Sirius seemed to be coming to the end of his thrilling tale. she spotted Remus lupin trying and failing to look like he was enjoying the story. There were purple bags blossoming under his eyes and he kept digging his nails into the palms of his hands and then he puffed his fringe out of his eyes looking frustrated.

She giggled he looked so dejected it was almost comical. The smell of food wafted over suddenly from the middle of the table. she snapped out of her thoughts and speared some roast parsnips on the end of her fork.

It was then that she could smell something else mingling with supper. Something like new books and freshly mown grass, wild and woody yet somehow warm and inviting it was so male and she just wanted to sink into it. She tipped her head back slightly and breathed in through her mouth and nose at the same time as if trying to fill herself entirely with the smell. She looked around to see if other people were sniffing the air like weirdoes. Nope just her. She wanted to wrap herself up in a blanket of the scent and never leave. But at the same time she wanted to find whoever the scent was emanating from push him against a wall and must your thoughts go this way every single time! She mentally scolded herself.

She sat there for a few moments breathing heavily trying to place the scent it was so heavenly and special yet somehow so familiar.

This is too much she thought. Blinking away tears. since she had been bitten everything had changed her parents were so supportive of her yet there was only so much they could do. They couldn't be around her when she was 'the other Josie,' (the name she had given to the wolf) they couldn't hold her hand through the painful transformations where her skin stretched and stung and her bones snapped and realigned themselves, and as for holding down a steady job that didn't even bear thinking about. But the worst thing by far had to be the crippling loneliness; she had next to no friends if only she had thought to make some before she was bitten. They might not all have deserted her if she told them.

she was sort of friends with lily evans the pretty redheaded girl in her dorm but then again Lily was friends with everybody and she was already best friends with mary mcdonald ,marlene mckinnon, alice prewett and that Hestia girl. They were all the most pretty and talented witches in their year and they wouldn't want to hang around with a mopey werewolf with an internal monologue and a habit of laughing at her own jokes.

She remembered the other day in charms when she had made a truly spectacular joke while practicing drying charm she had remarked that she thought flitwick had a pretty dry sense of humour and promptly dissolved into uncontrollable giggles. She was the only one who laughed. Apart from James potter and Sirius black but Josie was ninety-percent sure that they was laughing at her rather than with her. She tried but she couldn't resist a good pun.

The beautiful smell suddenly cleared snapping her out of her haze. She sniffed the air sharply to see if any trace of it remained. But she was disappointed.

She pulled herself up from the table deciding it was probably time for bed and she would need all the rest she could get in the coming week. On the way out of the hall she spotted the marauders up ahead Remus was hanging a few steps behind them. Poor boy she thought he looks dead on his feet, does he just stay up all night studying?. Heehee I suppose I can't really talk I always look shit around the full moon.

When suddenly it hit her again the smell, it was so strong this time breathed in and began to follow her nose walking fast and breathing hard. Attempting to find the source of the scent she pushed past a few disgruntled looking hufflepuffs and had just elbowed past peter pettigrew and was carrying on down the corridor when the smell seemed to ebb away. She stopped right in front of the portrait hole and looked around. The smell was there but very faintly, no way she could track it. behind her she heard Sirius black start singing and decide it was best to get into the common room sharpish.