1 Skies Of Gray
The literal meaning of werewolf is man-wolf. Were meaning man and wolf meaning- well- wolf. A person becomes a werewolf after receiving a bite from another werewolf and living to tell the tale.
It's said that a person who becomes a werewolf willingly is eternally damned. However, if a person receives a bite by accident, or is born a werewolf, they aren't damned until human blood has touched their lips.
I myself think that the person should not be damned because they chose to be a werewolf. It is their choice and they will have –
Ara broke off and chucked her essay across the room. No matter what she did, it sounded like she liked werewolves. Lucius would not be happy with her if he found out his niece was not only a sympathizer, she was a werewolf as well. She groaned and buried her head in her hands.
"Problems?" her cousin asked strolling into the common room, munching on something.
"To put it mildly." Ara sighed. "Draco, who the hell decided that we'd be reviewing everything we've learned in Defense class this year?"
"Probably Professor Lupin." Draco brushed crumbs off his robes. "He's a werewolf you know."
The glass Ara had been holding shattered on the stone floor. "A what?"
Her cousin nodded sagely. "Of course you wouldn't know that, seeing how this is your first year here."
Ara's cold blue eyes bored into Draco's making him very uncomfortable. He shifted his weight nervously, before speaking again. "I'm going to- I have to- library!" he finally managed. "See you later Ara!" he practically ran from the room.
Ara sighed and rubbed her temples. So that was why Lupin always seemed to have an odd aura. Pansy shrieked when she saw the glass on the floor. "What imbecile glass on the floor and didn't clean it up?"
Ara stood, drawing herself up to her meager height of five foot three inches. "I did Parkinson. And if you don't like it, you can kiss my American ass."
Everyone in the Slytherin common room stood for a fight. While Pansy had brawn, height and weight, Ara had agility, speed, intelligence, and strength. Pansy gaped at her. Ara never picked fights. She was usually the one who tried to break them up. Suddenly Pansy sneered.
"Get another letter from daddy, Ara? Or perhaps your boyfriend dumped you."
"Did you get beat with a stupid stick, Parkinson? Or was it an ugly stick?" the other girl pretended to think about this. "Maybe it was both." She shrugged. "Either way it's your life."
Pansy couldn't think of anything to reply with, so she slapped Ara across the face. Ara laughed. It was a chilling sound coming from the violent, but quiet girl and the other Slytherins began to edge away. Then Ara's hand flashed out and Pansy's pug nose broke. The American fingered her own classical nose and smiled. "You might want to go see Madam Pomfrey before it's to late to save your nose."
Sobbing hysterically, Pansy ran from the room. Ara had touched a sore spot. Her beauty, or lack thereof. Ara walked over to where she'd thrown her essay and picked it up. Turning to the now silent Slytherins she snarled, "When you finish staring I've got homework to do."
The room was empty in moments and Ara sat down to figure out how to save her essay from complete disaster.
A/N: Ten clams to whoever can tell me what the three pairings are going to be. Ara and who? Ginny and who? Hermoine and who? R/r!
The literal meaning of werewolf is man-wolf. Were meaning man and wolf meaning- well- wolf. A person becomes a werewolf after receiving a bite from another werewolf and living to tell the tale.
It's said that a person who becomes a werewolf willingly is eternally damned. However, if a person receives a bite by accident, or is born a werewolf, they aren't damned until human blood has touched their lips.
I myself think that the person should not be damned because they chose to be a werewolf. It is their choice and they will have –
Ara broke off and chucked her essay across the room. No matter what she did, it sounded like she liked werewolves. Lucius would not be happy with her if he found out his niece was not only a sympathizer, she was a werewolf as well. She groaned and buried her head in her hands.
"Problems?" her cousin asked strolling into the common room, munching on something.
"To put it mildly." Ara sighed. "Draco, who the hell decided that we'd be reviewing everything we've learned in Defense class this year?"
"Probably Professor Lupin." Draco brushed crumbs off his robes. "He's a werewolf you know."
The glass Ara had been holding shattered on the stone floor. "A what?"
Her cousin nodded sagely. "Of course you wouldn't know that, seeing how this is your first year here."
Ara's cold blue eyes bored into Draco's making him very uncomfortable. He shifted his weight nervously, before speaking again. "I'm going to- I have to- library!" he finally managed. "See you later Ara!" he practically ran from the room.
Ara sighed and rubbed her temples. So that was why Lupin always seemed to have an odd aura. Pansy shrieked when she saw the glass on the floor. "What imbecile glass on the floor and didn't clean it up?"
Ara stood, drawing herself up to her meager height of five foot three inches. "I did Parkinson. And if you don't like it, you can kiss my American ass."
Everyone in the Slytherin common room stood for a fight. While Pansy had brawn, height and weight, Ara had agility, speed, intelligence, and strength. Pansy gaped at her. Ara never picked fights. She was usually the one who tried to break them up. Suddenly Pansy sneered.
"Get another letter from daddy, Ara? Or perhaps your boyfriend dumped you."
"Did you get beat with a stupid stick, Parkinson? Or was it an ugly stick?" the other girl pretended to think about this. "Maybe it was both." She shrugged. "Either way it's your life."
Pansy couldn't think of anything to reply with, so she slapped Ara across the face. Ara laughed. It was a chilling sound coming from the violent, but quiet girl and the other Slytherins began to edge away. Then Ara's hand flashed out and Pansy's pug nose broke. The American fingered her own classical nose and smiled. "You might want to go see Madam Pomfrey before it's to late to save your nose."
Sobbing hysterically, Pansy ran from the room. Ara had touched a sore spot. Her beauty, or lack thereof. Ara walked over to where she'd thrown her essay and picked it up. Turning to the now silent Slytherins she snarled, "When you finish staring I've got homework to do."
The room was empty in moments and Ara sat down to figure out how to save her essay from complete disaster.
A/N: Ten clams to whoever can tell me what the three pairings are going to be. Ara and who? Ginny and who? Hermoine and who? R/r!