I was just thinking sometimes you listen to a song that just is a character. 'Figured you out' by Nickelback is definitely a Tamsin song. 'Did it my way' is one of Draco's. 'The Great Beyond' by R.E.M is a Jack song. 'Light is on' by Alex Lloyd reminds me of Vulpe. I would loooove to know what songs you think fit the characters in the story. Why not review and tell me?

Vulpe looked at Tamsin. The cat stared back at her, then raised her hand to her mouth and insolently licked along her fingers. "Yeah, fox?"

"I need you to go down to the town," Vulpe said slowly. "There'll be someone there you'll need to meet."

"Oh, really?" Tamsin's golden eyes fixed on Vulpe. "So, which one are you keeping? The Dragon or the Fallen Angel?"

"Excuse me?" Vulpe hissed, ears flicking to lay flat against her skull.

"You heard me, fire fox. Which one?"

'None of your business!"

"The Dragon is pretty...but I don't think he'd suit you. The Fallen Angel would. Darkness to your flame. But I don't know how the Dragon will take it. Dragons are jealous, possessive creatures. Or are you going to take the Black Dog into your bed? Hmm?" Coolly amused tawny eyes met furious red on black. "Hmmhmm..." Vulpe growled at her and Tamsin chuckled.

"Just get out and do what you're meant to!"

"Touchy."

She slipped out of the school grounds in the dawning daylight, a pale golden shadow blending into the morning light like cream into coffee, lightening and swirling around before disappearing. Tail waving gracefully behind her like a flag, Tamsin trotted down to the school. On the way, she breakfasted on a nest of fledglings that drew her attention, all atwitter for their mother before they disappeared smoothly down her throat. She fastidiously cleaned herself before traveling on.

Hogsmeade in the morning was a pleasant little town, full of its own comings and goings, abuzz with gossip and chitchat of an idle or profitable nature. As a place where the magical world could be itself, it was awash with color and dotted with somber wizarding robes on both sexes.

So Tamsin strutted in on two feet, wearing seemingly painted on tan leather hotpants and a cream top that was knotted under her full breasts, and a pair of knee length brown boots. Her tanned skin glowed with vitality, amber eyes gleaming with mischief and sunstreaked brown hair full and long over her shoulders. "Drowning in this darkness within, Trapped by skin, trapped in sin, Tell me I exist, because I feel like Alice, Dreaming I'm alive in the Red King's dream. I've driven the nail into my hand, I've fallen, I've flown, I'm drowning, You're like a memory on my skin, A fantasy on my fingertips..." She sang to the beat of her own drummer, hips swaying sensuously and slim fingers tapping against the leather of her pants, the smoother skin of her leg. She tossed her head, hair spraying outwards in a fan of golden light. "Yeah, yeah, baby, take me home, Invite the darkness inside your door, Dead man walking, I've risen from my grave, Born full scale burning from the pits of hell..."

"Disgraceful!" she heard an older witch mutter, her similarly aged companions agreeing. Tamsin spun, and blew them a kiss.

"Bite me!" She sauntered on, while the old women gasped, then fell to trying to figure out among themselves who she was. "Copper salty crimson aqua vitae, A world of lies, your illusion torn, My life is an atonement for a sin I didn't commit, Moon howling, wolf song, get your lunar groove on." She threw her head back and howled at that line, lips pulled back from razor sharp fangs. "The beast inside, the fury within, Sitting behind innocent eyes, The world is a stage, life's a movie, And everyone wants to be a superstar..."

A voice joined her on the last voice, male and sure. "I'm living death through the night, Breathe into me, bring me to life, Amber eyes, growls, fangs and hisses, Smothering blackness in blood wet kisses." She spun to face her impromptu duet partner, smiling as she saw him. Tall, broad shouldered, red hair and a dragon's tooth earring dangling from one ear. Dragon leather pants too, tough and resilient. Much like her. Eyes warm, flickering with a sly humour. Yes, he wasn't bad at all, at all. He smelt of dragon fire and ashy smoke.

"So, state your name and business, handsome," Tamsin purred. He came over to her and took her hand as she held it out to him, shaking her hand firmly.

"Charlie Weasley. And yours, miss?"

"Tamsin. Just...Tamsin. You know the Displaced?"

"Love 'em. Great band, even if they are muggles."

"Ah, but they're sexy too."

"I'll take your word for it." Tamsin curled her fingers around his, continuing to hold onto him as she smiled. "What brings you to Hogsmeade? Forgive me my curiosity, but you don't exactly seem the type to live here."

"Live here? Oh no, not me. I'm staying at the school for the moment, actually. Hogwarts." With silent agreement, they turned and started for the Three Broomsticks which was nearby so they could sit and talk. "I was told I had to come here this morning to meet someone by a...friend with a fortunetelling bent. She's usually right and it wouldn't take much out of my time, so I did."

"Really? My little brother and sister are students at the school. You might have seen them, they both have hair as red as mine. Ron and Ginny."

'Oh yes. The little candy girl and the best friend of the lightning scarred boy who's supposed to kill the snake." Tamsin's tongue flicked out to taste the upper edge of her lip, pink tip sliding quickly over her smiling mouth. "I don't like snakes. They're so cold." Charlie looked her over carefully as they entered the inn and Rosmerta came up to them, smiling.

"Charlie Weasley, what are you doing in England? I thought you were in Romania with the dragons?" Tamsin looked the woman in the eyes as she was looked over with curiosity. "And I don't think we've met. I'm Rosmerta, the owner of this fine establishment."

"Fine indeed," Tamsin said softly, shifting onto one foot and throwing one hip out slightly as she stood comfortably.

"Someone reported seeing a Golden Breton in the vicinity," Charlie explained. "I haven't found any traces as of yet, but I think that it is a truthful story. I just have to find the dragon before it decides to start hoarding.'

"They do that, those dragons. They're so greedy," Tamsin said. And then Charlie led her to a table, telling Rosmerta to get them two Butterbeers.

"You do like Butterbeer, don't you?" Charlie asked as they sat down.

"Never had it, will try anything at least once," Tamsin said, running her fingers through her hair, fluffing it out. Flame slitted pupils regarded Charlie as he smiled back at her. Interesting.

"So, a friend just...tells you you'll meet someone and you just head down here on the strength of that?" Charlie asked in curiosity. Tamsin nodded, stretching her arms out above her head and pushing her chest out as she arched her back. Almost purring as she notices Charlie's reaction. Slightly glazed eyes and lustful stare, his scent changing to become more...male. Mmm, yeah, she still had it in fucking spades. Couldn't really judge by the people at the mansion, little boys and girls along with repressed teachers, all too afraid to reach out and touch what she was blatantly offering. Hell, if she and this oh so attractive redhead ended up this day by screwing each other's brains out, she'd be a very happy, well fucked kitty by the look of him. And did she mention well fucked? Walking bowlegged until she healed, she was pretty sure. Mmmmmm. A good hard fucking did no one no harm at all, at all. She licked her lips and picked up one of the mugs Rosmerta deposited on the table. "Thanks," Charlie said as he picked up his own.

"No problem, it's what I'm here for," Rosmerta said before, with a last dubious glance at Tamsin, she moved off to take care of her other customers.

"So, why are you staying up at the school?" Charlie asked. "You don't look like a teacher..." Tamsin laughed at that, eyes gleaming and dancing merrily.

"Oh, Pasht no! Not me. Not a student, neither. Just Tamsin."

"So, why...?" Charlie trailed off, staring at her and tilting his head to the side.

"Am at the school? Wildfolk business, wizard, wildfolk, the True Folk, wildfire burning and jay-SUS, I sound like the frigetting fox!" Tamsin frowned slightly and sipped. "Her madness gets in your head like a song you can't turn off, sometimes. Bah. Foxes."

"What?" Charlie queried softly, glancing around the pub and leaning over the table, eyes almost desperately curious. "You're...one of the Wild Folk?"

"Mmmmmhmmmm," Tamsin hummed in agreement. "Hey, this stuff is actually alright. Too much to hope I can get a Tequila Sunrise in here. Cos Tequila is non-magicked and mmmm, so fine! Johnny, Jack and Jose, some of my favourite men, Charlie boy." She sipped from her Butterbeer again, smiling at his gobsmacked expression.

"You're really..."

"I'm a cat, case you're wondering. And there's wolves in the Forbidden Forest, a jackdaw Storm Crow that's flown in and a fox that limped in, bruised and bloody. Because something's rising, something's coming and they pulled me back from my second death rest to help beat it," Tamsin purred, then drank down the rest of her drink. Charlie, eyes lost in realized fantasy, did the same. "So, let's walk and talk, magic man. Or sit and talk, although I think Fox miss could get annoyed with me, even so."

"I was going to go up and talk to Ron and Ginny anyway," Charlie said. "While I was in the area."

"And the wolves can help you track down the dragon you're hunting," Tamsin said with satisfaction. "Let's go then. You've got a broom?"

"Of course."

"We'll take yours, since I walked down. Stalked down. Had myself some breakfast from a nest in the woods since the mother bird had left her little fledges all alone and to themselves. Mmm, tasty!" She licked her lips as they walked to where Charlie had left his broom. He glanced at her and saw she wasn't joking. "I did mention I was a cat, didn't I?' As they got to his broom she shifted down fluidly, tawny streaked body flowing onto the tail end of his broom as he mounted it.

"You should be alright, though I haven't flown with a passenger on the tail for a long while..."

Charlie kicked off from the ground and they soared into the air. Tamsin clung on with her claws, wind streaming past her whiskers and yowled just for the sheer joy of it. This was the only thing she envied the birds. They could fly. Leave the mundane earth behind and leap into the heavens. Charlie chuckled slightly as they flew over the ground before he coasted to a stop outside the gates.

"Charlie Weasley, I'm here to see Ginny and Ron, if it's alright."

"Come in, Mr Weasley,' McGonagall's autocratic voice came from a stone. "How is Romania?"

"Good, I'm here to round up another specimen actually. Might ask Hagrid for a bit of a hand as well, if that's alright with Dumbledore."

"I'm sure it will."

Charlie flew in through the front gates then flew over the lawn to the front hall. He landed neatly and Tamsin jumped off, landing easily. A small redhaired missile in black school robes and a skirt zoomed out of the doors and grabbed him around the waist, hugging him hard.

"CHARLIE!"

"Hey, Ginny," Charlie chuckled, hugging her back then picking her up and pressing her close to him. "Miss me?"

"Oh, all the time. Mmmhmm." Ginny hugged him harder, arms twined around his neck. Tamsin stepped forward, eyes gleaming in spring daylight.

"Sarcastic little miss. Ah me. So, Charlie, this is your sister?"

"Charlie, put me down please." Charlie did so, puzzled by his sister's suddenly stiff tone. Tamsin watched and smiled sensuously, hand on her hip and lashes lowered to hide her eyes. "What are you doing with her?"

"Sweet girl, so unforgiving. Dying has a tendency to scramble my wits. And since that dog made it so hard for me to climb back out the Gate to the land of the living once more..."

"You'd been here for at least a week. That won't cut it as an excuse."

"Ginny?" Charlie asked, eyes glancing between his annoyed sister and the woman he'd met. Tamsin pursed her lips and whistled softly.

"She thinks I'm a baaaaaad kitten. Which I am. But also, not human. Not a wizard. Why should I have to play by your rules?" Tamsin moved quickly, putting both her hands on either side of Ginny's face as she leant her forehead against the girl's and stared into startled brown eyes. "You worshipped cats once. Do you forget, little girl? Because we are animals of shadow and mystery, darkness and magic. Sensuality, music and spiritualism...mixed bag, we are. But we are what we are, candy child." Charlie made a startled move forward and Tamsin dropped her hands, stepping away and feeling old. "Damn but I do feel the earth dragging at my heels today, sweet things." She stretched, bones cracking as she dropped and somersaulted along the ground before rising to her feet and leaping for the roof. Suddenly mischievous amber eyes gleamed down at the two redheads. "Coming?"

Ginny set her jaw stubbornly and then reached up for the hand that hung down. Tamsin pulled her up and over easily, then helped Charlie do the same. The cat winked at them, then took off, running fleetly across the rooftiles on two bare feet. "She is such a brat," Ginny announced. "Ancient feline wisdom, my foot." She started after Tamsin with a tad more care and a determined look on her face. Charlie groaned, cursing the nature of females everywhere and climbed after them. Tamsin led them across and up the rooftops, past birds nests and gargoyles, which hissed and rolled their eyes, stone tongues lolling from between their teeth. The cat slid her hand along one of their jaws, crooning gently and the beast purred with a sound like gravel being ground to dust. A wink, a sway of her hips to Charlie, tongue darting across the soft golden tones of her lips, and Tamsin climbed upwards, finally settling in a corner made by a tower and up jutting roofs as she waited for them to come to her. Ginny arrived first, Charlie watching her in case she fell.

"Ah, beautiful," Tamsin remarked, looking down. "If you can ignore the screaming magics in the walls. But you don't hear them, do you? You have not our ears."

"True," Charlie said, sitting down on the roof tiles and letting Ginny sit in his lap. "Sweet Nimue! What is that?"

And he pointed to a glob of darkness that was rolling across the lawn. Tamsin got to her feet and stepped to the edge of the roof as the wolves started to howl.

"That? That would be one of the Agents of the Outer Dark, the Abyss, the Nothing. So hungry, all of it, every little part so hungry. Wants to eat everything, and it'll do it too, if we don't stop it. Ha! Run, wolves, run!"

Nuala and Malguant were hunting the liquid nothingness, and they soon burst onto the grassy lawn in twin streaks of white and black. Fire crackled and sang about them as they split up to place the darkness between them, fragments of their wild magic arcing and screaming between them and lashing, biting at the Agent with coruscating flares. It screamed and wailed in a voice that was all voices and none, just an imprint of a forgotten nightmare brought to life and here to scare once more. One of the nightmares you forgot what they were as soon as you woke up, but left you white and shaking in sweat-drenched sheets. When you've slept through one of them, you've more then likely been visited by an appendage of the Abyss and should count yourself lucky you awoke. Undevoured.

With a twitch and a wave to the two wizards, Tamsin dived gracefully off the roof of the building, hitting the ground in a coil of fur and muscle. No little timid housecat this, but a lioness golden and gleaming like the sun. The Agent gibbered and squealed as she suddenly appeared before it, and then sent it flying with one well placed swipe of her paw. Four white lines appeared across it and it shrieked in pain. A three twined twist of magic hit it square, and then it exploded with a final scream. Tamsin sat back on her haunches and licked her paw daintily while the wolves lay down and panted.

"And that, dear hearts, is how you dispatch a being of the Outer Dark. Now, does anyone have any more of that scrumptious Butterbeer? I'm simply parched."

Tamsin leaned back on her hand and grinned upwards at the shocked red heads.