A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own HP, or its characters. Evelyn is all mine, and I wont give her up!

Evelyn POV

Fuck.

Fucking, fucking fuck.

Why did I feel like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my cranium, then threw me in front of a car? My eyes wouldn't open. My tongue was dry, and my stomach panged with an insatiable hunger.

Good God, I needed something to eat.

I felt something rough rub against the back of my hand, the only part of my body outside of the duvet burrito that I had made out of myself. It felt like sandpaper and, somehow, it was wet and dry at the same time. A low whine brought me out of my musings, and I felt my stomach become even more unsettled.

All in all, I felt like shit. A pile of day-old, rock-hard monkey shit, and I wanted nothing more than to be able to close my eyes and go back to the darkest recesses of my mind, and sleep. Sleep the rest of the year away, in fact. But no. Jude wanted to play, apparently. He was gnawing at the skin of my palm, nipping at my fingers, playfully, and I could hear his light huffs of breath as they brushed against the pads of my digits. I scratched behind his ear, and murmured, my voice rough and gravelly, "Alright, boo, I'm up."

Boo was a nickname that I had worked in for all of my pets at some point. If I were too tired or lazy to call their full names, they responded to 'Boo' just as well. At the thought of my babies, I felt a pang of sadness echo in my heart, and I made a mental note to send a letter home for my parents. We had corresponded at least once a week, since I arrived in England, however I still missed them all greatly.

My mom made it a point to let me know how much she missed me in every letter she wrote. Detailed letters. About everything she had done in my time away. If she walked Juju, she told me. If she gave Rokai a bath, she told me. If she cooked dinner, she told me. If she bought a new fancy pair of shoes, she told me, and included a photograph. It was surprisingly refreshing, to hear from my family. To know that I was missed, and that they loved me, dearly, even with me being so far away.

Rubbing at my eyes with the back of my hand, the one that wasn't being bitten by the newest addition to my family, I groaned, low in my throat, at being woken up so early. Blinking, rapidly, hoping to clear out the blurriness from my vision, I picked up my wand, and waved it in the clear air in front of me.

14:06

What?

They let me sleep for more than half the day? They let me waste a whole day away? Seriously? Oh, I was going to kill them!

The thoughts of last night rushed through my mind, and I found myself pushing my blushing cheeks into Jude's smooth pelt out of sheer shame. I slapped a hand over my mouth and exclaimed, embarrassed, "Oh my god, what have I done?"

Jude looked up at me, and as I pulled away, his head tilted to the side and he asked, his youthful voice echoing in my mind, "What's wrong?"

Glancing down at the blue eyes of the newest member of my family, I cooed, "Nothing, baby. I'm good. You want to get some air?"

He yapped, happily, at the thought of being outside, and promptly ran in small circles on the bed, in between my sheet covered legs. It took a while, because everything inside of my body ached but I got into the shower, and went about my morning routine. The soreness of my joints eventually ebbed away, after being under such an intense, direct spray of hot water. My shoulders still hurt, and the bruises on my waist, back and wrists were stark against my surprisingly pale skin. Stretching my arms above my head was a chore, but I washed my hair clean of the dried sweat that caked my scalp from last night.

Wow.

Last night.. Actually happened, huh? Like.. We went the full way. Both of them. Had sex with me. More or less at the same time. And it was amazing. I didn't have words to explain just how amazing it was.

The discolorations littered my body were from our love, and I couldn't help but look at them with eyes filled with fondness. Draco's hands were right were these bruises were, holding my tight in his strong, unyielding grip. Blaise's mouth sucked the blemishes that painted my collars, and I couldn't hold back the sigh of pure longing that escaped my lips. Rolling my neck to the side and rubbing at the tender muscle, I tried to relieve the pressure that built up there, and breathed, softly, "What have I gotten myself into?"

Rolling my eyes as my voice simply echoed around the empty bathroom, I switched off the blessed warmth, and stepped out onto a simple white mat, and wrapped my body up with a teal, floral towel. Brushing my fingers through my wet hair, I went about brushing my teeth and washing my face free of the sleep of last night. Even though I was embarrassed, my cheeks flushing whenever I thought of my boyfriends - no, my mates, my life-partners - I couldn't wipe the smile from my face. My cheeks hurt from the intensity of my smiles.

Cracking the vertebrae in my spine, I groaned, quietly, and shuffled back into my bedroom, taking notice of the mess that we made. The sheets had claw marks tore through them, the headboard was mangled, and nearly broken in half, hanging apart. The posters of the bed were hanging low, and I noticed that there was a distinct scent of blood in the air.

My blood.

Blaise had bit me. And I think I bit him too. Draco, as well. But I didn't know when. I couldn't think straight, my memories were too foggy. It was bothersome, to say the least. I needed something to eat, and quickly. Absentmindedly, I wondered where my mates were. I didn't hear them leave this morning, but then again, I was slightly unhinged, so I guess they could have left at any point.

Surprisingly enough, I didn't feel at all as self-conscious as I probably should, considering they were gone, and really, they could have just disappeared off of the face of the Earth, but I didn't feel like they would. I trusted them, and I hoped they trusted me enough to come home and find me gone, and not assume the worst. Because, truthfully, I didn't have time for overprotective boyfriends on my case. Jude needed a walk, and I was in dire need of a fresh breath of air.

Pulling on a pair of clean black underwear, I slipped an oversized sweater over my shoulders, and a pair of clean black jeans, followed by thick socks and a pair of scruffy white Converse. After grabbing Jude's leash from inside of the nearest drawer, I grabbed my skateboard, and said, quietly, "Boo, c'mon. Time for a walk, Jude."

The miniaguar in question poked his head from the kitchen quarters, his mouth area wet with the water he had been drinking and I rolled my eyes at his adorableness. Tapping my finger against his wet button nose, I cooed, gently, "You're so cute, you know that right, baby?"

"Thank you."

He still sounded just as childish as he had the day I met him, and I would die from a sudden shot of cuteness overload. After packing myself a small lunchbox and shoving it in my backpack, I hooked Jude up to his black lead, and kissed the crown of his head, before carrying him in the crook of my arm, and walked out of my empty home.

-0-

"Wanna get the ball, boy?," I shook the squeaky, bright yellow sphere in front of his animated face, watching his eyes dart back and forth, "Go for it. Go get it!"

I threw the ball, watching him chase after it, with nothing but glee in his feline expression, and I kicked my feet up, so they relaxed on top of the nearest boulder. I was lying on my back, with nothing but soft, green grass below me, my fingers clenching in the wispy tendrils beneath my back, feeling my still-damp hair rub against the dry soil.

What a beautiful day.

The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight, which was surprising for Winter. It was the first day of November, meaning the snow would soon make its appearance, and considering snow is something I was used to back home in New York, I knew I would have a lot of fun over the Winter break. Apparently we got two weeks off for Christmas holidays, which wasn't something I was used to, but I was glad to be able to go back home, if only for a few days.

My board lay unused beside me, propped upright against the boulder my feet were draped on, and I found my stomach growled, once more, for something to nibble on. Silently, I pulled out the see through Tupperware container from inside of my bag, and picked at the salad that I had packed earlier. Jude's happy yapping brought me out of my silent thoughts, and as I glanced up, I saw him ambling back towards me, his eyes bright and his mouth full of yellow rubber.

I took the ball from him and kissed his wet brown nose. I exclaimed, "Good boy!"

He yapped, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and he span around, chasing after his tail, and he barked, in my mind, "Thank you!"

We played like this for a few hours. Me throwing the ball, him catching it and bringing it back. Me throwing it, he caught it. Me throwing, him chased after it like his life depended on it. It was like an endless cycle and I enjoyed myself, thoroughly.

So did he, apparently, as he couldn't stop laughing in my mind. He rolled around in the dirt he jumped over rocks, and strode around as if the world was his own, he cried out in joy, he meowed the entire time we were outside. He groomed himself, sitting on the gravely shores of the Great Lake, he pawed at the grass, he swiped his claws after bees that zoomed past his head, gnashing his teeth at them in distaste.

Even though he was a feline, in nature, he reminded me of my dogs back home, and I had to remind myself to not treat him as such. Around seven or so in the evening, I had scratched my fingers through the fur on his tummy and I felt him start to doze off, and he began purring, loudly, against my palm, so I decided it was time for us to come back in. The chill had set in my bones, and I knew it was a little too cold to just be outside.

Next time I would bring out a pair of mittens, and an overcoat, instead of just a pair of jeans and a sweater. A tugging in the back of my mind slowed my quick stroll back into the castle, and my eyes found themselves scanning the rapidly darkening skyline, only to see a.. blip, I guess I could call it.

A shadowy outline of a figure, poking out of the water, almost a hundred feet away from me.

There was no way I would be able to see what it was, not clearly anyway, however, just as I was about to turn on my heel, and completely avoid the unknown phenomenon, I heard, "Totem.." echo in the back of my mind.

Biting down on my lip, I turned back to face the.. Thing, and said, quietly, "Can you hear me?"

It nodded. Or at least I saw the grainy outline of it nod, and I sighed, sitting down on the nearest bench.

Swirling my finger in Jude's surprisingly long tummy fur, I asked, offhandedly, "You saved me.. didn't you? Before.. When I fell in. you saved me."

Another nod.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Child of Totem."

By the tone of its voice, I almost could feel it smile, and that, in turn, made an unlikely grin weave its way onto my face, and I stood, breathing out a puff of visible warm air, and began walking away.

"Be careful. You never know when you're being watched."

Holding Jude's body tighter this time, I balanced him in my arms, holding my backpack over my other shoulder, and, to the best of my ability, I ignored the passing glances from other students.

I was used to it by now, and I was sure that I was glowing from the inside out.

I had had a wonderful day out with my pet, and nothing anybody could say would upset or deter me.

I was just.. So happy.

And I knew exactly why.

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