C.F.R. 3

Rory had climbed up to the roof to be alone. No one really cared what she did while she was up there as long as she didn't make to much noise. A thick fleece blanket covered her as she lay on the cold stone of the balcony. A pillow from her own bed kept her head off of the floor. She debated, as she lay there, whether to go to sleep or not. She wanted to have energy for tomorrow, but what had happened in the Great Hall bothered her and kept her eyes from closing. The stars glinted and she named the summer constellations silently t herself.

A rustle at the door made Rory sit up quickly and reach inside her hoodie for her wand. Kylee stood at the door with a pillow and blanket in her arms. She lay down, wordlessly, next to Rory.

"Insomnia?" Kylee asked, casually, after several minutes of silence.

"You might put it that way," Rory replied glancing over at her friend.

"Sean?" Kylee inquired, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah Rory sighed and spilt everything she had felt when he came around her in the Great Hall. How wild he seemed, animal-like; how his breath and the air around her smelt like death and how husky his voice seemed. Kylee noted how tense Rory was when she told the story.

"O'Malley and I both felt that wave of energy you shield let out," she rubbed her temples, "Something isn't right Rory. Maybe this it that turning point we've been hoping for. We're not the making a fuss for once," she lay back and closed her eyes.

"You're got a good point," Rory paused, pensive; "I don't think I'm going to join my other parents. I want to and Auror," she finished. Kylee's face was astonished.

"That's like, turning you parents in," she said

"I don't care I'm tired of all this Slytherin Rep shit,"

"Rory..."

"Don't 'RORY' me. I made up my mind a long time ago. My real father will be proud of me," Rory closed her eyes.

"She came from a blended family. Her mother divorced her father because he and she believe different things on how the Wizarding World should be governed. Her mother remarried to a very right and well know wizard. Rory's father, Finn Payne, lived in Italy. And Rory had every intention of getting out of England once she graduated.

Kylee silently surrendered. No use fighting when she's in 'I'm Gonna Win' mode. Kylee wasn't too keen on her parents wither. She felt as if they thought she was good enough she and spent most of their summer living in Diagon Alley and working. Making the money they would need a year and half. They loved it because they were free to roam and study where-ever they wanted.

Kylee and O'Malley were both at Flourish and Blotts while Rory faced the dangers of working at Forbidden Literature in Knockturn Alley. Kylee didn't spend much time wither her parents anymore. At one time, she and her mum were really close, but after Kylee formulated her own beliefs, they grew distant.

"Whatever," Kylee said. Rory changed the subject so fast it made Kylee dizzy.

"I want to find out what's wrong with Sean," Rory said quietly; directed more to herself than to Kylee.

"Me too," Kylee said. Usually Rory was the one calling the shots with it came to getting into trouble. Kylee was about to put a stop to it all.

"WHAT are we waiting for then?" Rory sat bolt upright and shouted to the night sky. Her voice echoed 10 times, scared a bunch of bats, and made a wolf howl before Kylee spoke.

"A reason,"

"We have one!"

"No," Kylee sighed, "we have evidence. Unless something really awful happens we have no reason to suspect him,"

"You always win," Rory fell back onto her pillow. Air whooshed out in a loud stream and blew feathers on Kylee, who sneezed rather loudly.

The exchanged glances and broke into hysterical laughter. They stood up, wrapped their blankets around themselves and approached the balcony. Rory swinger her legs over rand Kylee leaned on her elbows. Both girls felt the wind that had blown the trees of Forbidden Forest. The branches of the shadow-like trees rustled and whipped in the September wind. The Whomping Willow shifted of its own accord and Rory swears she heard it burp.

"She what do we do?" Rory asked the countless tower and turrets of Hogwarts.

"Wait...and watch," Kylee replied, looking out upon the seemingly-endless castle grounds.

"Seems useless,"

"It's not; just verrrry time consuming,"

"Let's go back to the dungeons; see if our men waited up for us," Rory smiled and skipped to the door. Kylee followed her with the pillows and blankets.

Going down they were surprisingly undisturbed. Mrs. Norris walked right by them and the paintings' snoring masked the creaky sound of the wooden floors.

Marcus and O'Malley were sitting across from each other on the black leather couches discussing Quidditch plays. The ebony coffee table was totally covered with parchment that had little drawings on them, among other things.

Rory and Kylee walked by, pretending not to notice them. The two boys didn't even glance up from their work.

Talk about one-track minds, Rory thought sarcastically. You're telling me, Kylee replied. Kylee knew O'Malley would feel the telepathic waves. He looked up suddenly and his serious face split into a grin. He and Marcus leapt up to meet them. O'Malley led Kylee up the stairs by the hand. It was Shakespeare-like, as would Rory describe it later; how they prated. Where the doors led off to the dorms, they embraced, then slowly pulled away from each other, not letting go of each other's hand until the very last second. Both of them were laughing by the time they reached the appropriate doors.

Rory barely had time to breathe before Marcs got infront of her. She leapt onto his baack and they clownishly made their way up the stairs to face her. She buried her face into his chest, taking a long sniff of his cologne and trying to memorize the feel of this soft, threadbare button-up shirt. He kissed her head and tipped her face up to meet his. He gave her a chaste kiss on the lips and her hands a squeeze before disappearing behind the door to the boy's dorms.

Rory darted into the girl's door in an all-too-obvious haze. Kylee was leaning on the wall just outside their dorm twirling her wand between her fingers. Kylee laughed and shook her head as Rory practically danced through the door.

"Well I guess we better sleep," Rory sang as she changed into her pajamas and hopped into her four poster.

Kylee said nothing. She nodded and changed as well.

Rory blew out the lamp on her bedside table in one poof. Kylee pulled her curtains to and pulled out her wand.

Lumos! She thought. Her wand lit, she might be getting the hand of this nonverbal spell thing they were learning this year. It came in handy when you didn't want people to know what you were doing.

Well into the night she turned page after page of her Beats of the Magical and Modern World book that she had gotten at half price at work. Nice deal for a book like this, Kylee thought fondly as she thumbed through the pages.

WEREWOLF (WHERE-woolf)

1) Human that can transform into a wolf either by (a) being bitten by a Lunar Cycle Werewolf a werewolf than changes once every month at the coming of the full moon and does not retain human intelligence or instincts after the change. Class 4:Because this wolf lacks human recognition it attacks mostly anything and will only answer to the call of its own kind (another werewolf). The change from human to lunar cycle werewolf is very violent or being scratched or bitten by a Lycanthrope Werewolf Lycanthropy was once thought to be extinct but has been discovered recently around the world. It is a disease that one contracts through contact with a lycanthrope in the ways mentioned above. This disease, though it also forces a change at the full moon, enables the victim to retain its human mind and instincts therefore allowing it to control its actions. Lycanthropes are also able to change their forms at will; they have extraordinary self-healing powers, and are also very clan-oriented ((they tend to like big groups)). Lycanthropy is incurable at this point but comes in many other forms besides wolves. Leopards and Rats are among the more common ones. Class 3: Though intelligent and reasonable, a hungry lycanthrope will attack if angered or threatened. The change from human to wolf is messy but not often violent.

Kylee pondered all of this information for a few minutes. Could it be? Kylee thought nervously. She extinguished her light and looked out the window. The moon was close to being full but they still had week left until the full moon. Lupin would know all about the symptoms of a werewolf. Kylee considered asking him. Or even Headmistress McGonagall if her concerns grew to that magnitude. She looked over at Rory who was placidly sleeping in her bed. Kylee shut her curtains and put away her book. She decided that what it was that was wrong with Sean would wait until the sun came up on Monday, unless something happened to affirm her suspicions.

That something happened sooner than she would have liked.