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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Class. Eat. Homework. Sleep. Repeat. Over, and over and over again. Constant repetition. It applied to everybody within these four walls. He was no different in this aspect. Though, he did seem to be a good deal more cheerful than the rest of the people that were stalking these hallways. They all looked like zombies, their mouths hanging open, droning on down the hallway, shuffling from class to class or whatever else it was that they were doing. Laden with their book bags, uniforms, and all the other various things that they had to carry on their person at any given time. Tobias couldn't stand to be bogged down with items. Rarely would he ever even be caught with a book bag, he only ever carried the texts that pertained to the very next class and nothing more. Minimalist, he supposed. The only exception was perhaps Potions. It was the only class that he didn't consider to be droll. The only one that he can pay attention to for an extended amount of time, perhaps I was because he was so darned good at it. He was, and it wasn't bragging either. He had realized his talent early on in his years at school, and with good reason. He had been hand selected by his first potions professor, and had been carrying on his private lessons with Professor Talbott ever since. It was where he was coming from now, standing in the middle of the hallway, unmoving. Students kept slamming into his shoulders, rocking him from side to side, he just didn't want to be part of the repetition at this very moment, at least, not until a certain Gryffindor Prefect moved carefully around him, not muttering anything about how he should move out of the way, or something equally bitter, she just moved around him.

His azure eyes followed the mass of bobbing raven hair for a solid minute before allowing his legs to carry him forward. He supposed, on some level, that he owed her a semblance of an explanation. He could assume that by now, she would know that he knew about her. Even if he didn't know why. He didn't really feel like exposing his hand at this present moment, but perhaps a conversation might be in order. Lifting his books up above his head like he was afraid of something raining on his head the small body of Tobias weaved through the crowd. Luckily, he was a very small man, all legs and thing torso, he fit easily through the throng of bodies until he came to a slow gait next to the raven haired woman he was seeking. No doubt, she wouldn't even know who had helped her out last month. He had just found her rather suddenly, snuck up on her whenever she had been heading out to the forbidden forest under the cover of darkness. It was all so secretive. Luckily for her, the batch of wolfsbane potion that he had produced for Marcus that very much had come up with extra, and he didn't even come pick up his own potion, so technically now Tobias had some to spare. Luckily it kept very well. He strode alongside Amina for about half the length of the hallway in silence, if he had been noticed by her, she said nothing. She had no real reason to know who he was, he wasn't as popular, or rather, as infamous as Amina was. Most people tended to think that he was strange, which he didn't feel the need to correct. School wasn't about socializing after all. He just found that he was only one of five or so students that seemed to realize that.

His eyes darted over to the girl on his right. Bringing his books down, and holding the two texts with both of his hands behind his back he grinned. “I have more, you know” he said ominously, he knew that she would know what he was talking about, even if there wasn't much more of an explanation than that. Then again, anybody around them might assume that he was talking about drugs. If they were even paying any attention to him at all. He never tended to notice if people were staring at him. Lifting onto the balls of his feet to make his tall frame just a little bit taller for a moment, he towered over with a knowing smile. Lowering back down he brought one hand in front of his torso, his index and middle finger pointed at his eyes, his wrist waving from side to side for just a moment. “I wish I could synthesize that gold” it was bold, but he knew that it was enough for her to know what he was talking about. “Without all of the” he made a motion over his forearm like something was sprouting out of his skin before leaning down a little closer to her. “fur” he shrugged, turning his head back in front of his body and continuing down the hallway without another word.

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[Amina Krane]

Her class was droning on, more than usual. It seemed like the History of Magic professor had no intention of speeding up his lesson any more than he already had, even though half of the class was starting to drool on their desks. Somehow the old coot didn’t seem to notice that his monotone voice was acting like a lullaby in some senses. Normally Amina wouldn’t have a problem with his class, let alone think so poorly of him in her own mind, but she was hardly herself. In fact, she hadn’t been since late October. Her whole body was out of whack. Every sound, smell, taste, was taken up a notch and for the first few weeks had given her such a migraine that she was sure her head would explode at any moment. Luckily, the torture hadn’t lasted long and all of her senses had tapered off, just like Osiris had told her they would, but something else stuck around. Her emotions had been completely out of control since she had woken up in his cabin and, to this day, she believed her werewolf side had given her a bipolar disorder. One second she felt like the world was on cloud nine and nothing could bring her down, and the next she was strapped to a table in hell where Lucifer was her personal masseuse. It hadn’t helped that the day she returned from her first shift, she was greeted with the face of the man who had hurt her more than anyone. While she thought he would at least be somewhat understanding, he had once again torn her down. Unfortunately, she wasn’t in the state of mind to take what he was selling. The only good thing was no one had gotten hurt in the meantime. If that was actually a good thing.

Biting down on her tongue, she looked up at the clock. There was three minutes left. Three minutes of torture. She could taste copper in her mouth as she bit down just a bit harder, breaking the skin of her tongue. Releasing it, she turned her tension to her bag where she began to pick at a string that was starting to fray. She needed to repair it, but at this point, why? It was the one that went with her into the forest. No doubt it would be making plenty more of those trips so there was a very good possibility it wouldn’t make it out of there at some point. Why fix something that was already set to be destroyed? The thought made her grimace. It had been two weeks since the last cycle, meaning she didn’t have too much longer before the next one. Just the thought of her entire body breaking down and rebuilding itself again, her skin being shredded from every inch of her body to be replaced by a fur that she hadn’t even been conscious yet to see, made her grip the bag tightly. She didn’t want it to happen. She didn’t want to go through that pain again but there was only one way out of the mess and she was not cowardly enough to do it. Or not strong enough, depending on what view point you took on suicide. Just as she felt like she was going to mad listening to anymore of the lecture about the first wand in creation, the sound tolled for class to end. Amina wasted no time in getting out of the one mess she could get out of. Her book was shoved in her bag and she was out of her seat before anyone had even had a chance to recognize the professor had no intention of stopping just because class was over. Without wasting a second, she was free of the wooden door and into the flood of students in the hall, happy to be lost in a crowd. In a crowd, there was less chance she would cross Gavin’s path. Though, the chance of her getting angry was definitely increased with so many people possibly bumping into her.

Fortunately, she was small enough that she fit in most of the cracks between students. She had mastered the art of squeezing through small spaces without even touching someone. It was pretty useful, especially when a normal person touched her skin, they felt like they were touching a stove that had just been turned off five minutes prior. It would probably turn quite a few heads if she was touching every person she passed in the halls. As she skirted around another group of girls and a guy just standing in the middle of the hall, she headed for one of the only hallways in the place that she knew was far less used. It cut around to a block of empty classrooms, a place she enjoyed going when she needed some time to cool off without anyone around. Unfortunately, she couldn’t get such privacy in her own dorm room, so she was forced to take such measures. As she passed another group, the corridor was visible about one hundred feet in front of her, few people even paying it mind as they passed by. She sighed in relief as she realized quiet was in her near future, but her hopes were dashed as she smelled a familiar scent. For a moment, she thought it was Gavin, that he was there to tear down the last shred of sanity she had left by announcing to the world what he knew about her. It would be good payback on his part to do something like that, a way to get back at her for everything he thought she had done to him. But, as she walked a few more steps, she realized it wasn’t him, but she couldn’t place where it had come from.

“I have more, you know.” Her eyes gazed to the man that was standing next to her, her feet stopping in their tracks. He was Gryffindor. She recognized him from the common room, even knew his name, but she couldn’t place it. Even as a Prefect and being required to know the names of the housemates she was looking over, Amina wasn’t perfect. Ironic. “What are you talking about?” she muttered, narrowing her eyes. What was he getting at and where had she caught his scent before? It hadn’t been in the castle, but more like on the grounds because she distinctly remembered it being mixed in with the scent of wet pine. The fact that she could recall that meant it had been within the last month. She watched as he moved onto the balls of his feet and rocked back down. He was more fidgety than her. Or was it just some weird quirk of his? Stop judging, she thought to herself, trying to bring herself centered. She was never judgmental before this whole thing. Why should being a werewolf have any impact on how she looked at people? “I wish I could synthesize that gold.” Amina’s eyes widened in shock, not even bothering to follow his motion with his fingers. How did he know? Most people thought it was just some trick she had done, and she let them think that because the truth was far much worse. But this guy, how..? Wet pine. The only place that was easily smelled was the forest. He had been in the forest. Having more. He had meant whatever that stuff had been that she was given before the full moon, the stuff Osiris had insisted she down as quick as possible. It had been rancid, but he insisted it would help. As her eyes finally waivered from his, she realized he was the same height as the person that had handed her said potion. It had been a student?

”Without all of the fur.” Her eyes narrowed as he made a gesture over his arm. When he turned and continued down the hall, she stood for a moment, unmoving. Her mind had to take a second to catch up. What was he trying to get at, pointing all those things out in the open? Did he want to expose her? If he did, there would have been far more obvious ways then just making obscure gestures and vague phrases, so obviously that wasn’t the intention. Her eyes trailed after him and suddenly her feet were following. She was passing by people quicker than before. The first thing he had said was that he had more. Maybe he had just wanted to inform her of who he was, without outright saying it? Was he looking for some credit? Or maybe he just wanted to talk? Shaking it off, she caught up to him and kept pace. “Can we talk somewhere a little more… private?” she asked, pointing in the direction of the empty corridor that was now only fifty feet away. Though there would still be people, there was empty classrooms they could go in, places where people wouldn’t overhear anything that might be said. She had done a damn good job thus far of keeping a low profile and did not intend on letting that all fail now.

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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

If he was embarrassing her, it never would have occurred to Tobias. He was used to being ignored, though, it was hard to ignore such blatant accusations. Were they really accusations if they were factual? His mind was going to slip into a tangent again, he could feel it beginning already. For a man who spent most of his day people watching or off in his own world, he needed to focus on the conversations that he willingly started. They were fairly few and far between, so it was supposed to be an easy task to accomplish. Most people tended to avoid him just because they thought that he was too tall, or too strange, or any other assortment of reasons that they would find to avoid him. Those who he chose to push into his life were intrigued by his oddities. He didn't choose companions lightly. Yet, Amina was somebody who he had noticed. Not because of her good looks, though she was handsome enough, but her kind spirit. Well, kind until a few weeks ago at least. He made a note to know those students in his year, and since she was the only new face around here in a few years, it was simple enough. Then, she had changed. Whether it was just the new school year or a bout of homesickness, he couldn't tell at first. They weren't friends, so he hadn't asked. They did have a few mutual friends, but none that he felt appropriate asking probing questions to. Didn't want them to get the wrong impression. It was Marcus' irritability that had set him off, clued him in. Sure, her absences during classes were a tip off as well. Given that their surnames put them sitting together in most classes, he noticed that she was gone. Always during the full moon, why not help her the same way that he was helping his best friend? It was simple enough to just double the potion batch that he was making. The fact that he hadn't been asked to help made him feel better about the whole thing.

She had seemed concerned, at his words, like somebody might have overheard and drawn the wrong conclusion. She really was giving the students around her too much credit. Most were too self involved to listen to the likes of him, and those who were intelligent enough to understand his innuendo were few and far between. It had only taken her a few minutes to catch up to him amongst the mass of people in the hallway, giving him enough time to shift his books under his arm, using the pressure of his bicep against his body to hold it there, and clasp his hands once again behind his back. A low tune whistled out of his lips, obviously irritating the people around him, but they didn't want to have to talk to him in order to make him stop. He had never harmed anybody, he just wasn't overly social and didn't date much, so there wasn't much of consequence to him. People just tended not to like him, for reasons that he never could quite understand. He could hear the heel of her boot clicking as she caught up to him, a rapid pace that wasn't quite a jog. He hadn't meant to startle her, and hoped that she didn't feel alarmed. Though, he did feel more than confidant if she did hulk out on him, he would be ready for it. He could handle Marcus at his worst, he could handle Amina. “Can we talk somewhere a little more… private?” A smile broke out across his face and he complied with her hand gesture, veering off to the side, pausing only for a moment to make sure that she was still following. “As you wish, Moon child” it was nicer than a lot of the terms he had used to describe the other werewolf that he knew, so it should have been the least offensive of his choices.

He said nothing as he walked in the direction of the corridor she had referenced. Once reached, he spun around abruptly, coming face to face with Amina. “It's still got a few months to stew, of course” picking up on the random conversation that he had started without invitation earlier. “I can make it stronger if you like, add a little honey to fix the taste?” His eyes roamed over her outfit, not undressing her, just curious. Marcus had only shown Tobias his scars once or twice, and never on purpose. It had taken Tobias two and a half years to get the salve right, the one that provided a month of protection against prying eyes. He had to imagine that whatever bite mark Amina had was far less extensive than Marcus', as the boy's bites covered at least thirty percent of his entire body. If not more. Perhaps forty was closer to it. How was she hiding hers? Unless the bite was somewhere...unmentionable. “How are you hiding it?” his brow furrowed “Professional curiosity, you understand.” his tone had switched to business, honestly interested in knowing how she was hiding it. He had to produce the salve in bulk every six months or so, since it was topical and only could help for so long...but it had seemed to effective at the time. He had felt so accomplished, inventing something new. Had she surpassed him somehow?


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[Amina Krane]

The last thing Amina had expected this morning when she had woken up was to be confronted about her werewolf side. She had figured it would be a normal day of classes, food, friends, and sleep, pretty much in that exact order. Of course, odd things were always possible, but this was outside the realm of odd. The fact that someone other than Sura, Vic, or Gavin was aware of her condition made her stomach nearly drop to the ground. If he was aware of what happened to her, was there anyone else who was? Was she completely transparent? Did everyone in the school know her secret? As she stood there in the middle of the hall, students brushing by her, she couldn’t see anyone glaring at her or keeping their distance so she figured that wasn’t the case. Of course, as people slid close to her, she could see them wondering why it was so warm in that particular spot, but luckily none of them made the connection to her. She imagined it was because she was one of the few students in the hall not dressed in pants and a long sleeve shirt. Most of them probably figured she was freezing wearing so little but, in fact, she was having a hard time even wearing what she was. It felt like she was in a sauna. Merlin, she could not wait until this temperature thing tapered off, if it even did. Knowing her luck, she would be hot the rest of her life. Ice baths were going to become more than just for recovery after her gymnastics training.

“As you wish, Moon child.” Amina’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t understand anything at that present moment, most of all how he could be so blatant about something so important for her to keep a secret, right in the middle of the hallway. Thankfully, he obliged to her request and they were soon crossing the hall to the empty corridor. Some of her nervousness that had spiked when he had brought it up was starting to die down as they got closer to the nearly empty corridor. There were a few couples down the way, but they were otherwise preoccupied and from what she knew about their habits, they were not going to be paying attention to anything anyone said for the next few hours. Crossing her arms across her chest, she took the last few steps out of the corridor and nearly bumped into Tobias as he turned around abruptly. She nearly jumped as they were face to face, but kept her stance. Looking up at him, Amina realized just how much of a size difference there was between the two of them. Wasn’t there a single male in this school who did not tower over her? “It's still got a few months to stew, of course.” Amina quirked her eyebrow, opening her mouth for a moment to ask him what he was talking about before closing it quickly. He was going to be difficult to keep up with, jumping between topics so quickly. First it was whatever that hideous liquid he had given her, then her eyes, and now back again. “I can make it stronger if you like, add a little honey to fix the taste?” Shaking her head, Amina uncrossed her arms and ran a hand through her locks, pulling some of the stray one’s out of her face in the process.

“I can handle the taste,” she began, looking back up at him. It was a lie, the taste had been horrid. When Osiris had told her she had to get the whole thing down, she had nearly bit his head off for it. Of course, she had done as he said because he knew much better than her the best way to get through the cycle. So she had downed it, and as it went down, it was almost like a fire hitting her in every part of her body. The taste itself didn’t match the feeling, but she couldn’t imagine honey would help. Hell, she couldn’t even describe what it tasted like. The only thing she wondered was what it had even been for. She was pretty sure she had asked Osiris that question, but even if she did, there was no way she was going to remember. Most of the night was a blur. “I don’t even know what it was supposed to do in the first place, so how can I know if I need it stronger?” Through all of the reading she had done, not once had she come across a potion or substance that was supposed to help with the transformation. She had seen a mention of wolfsbane, but from what she had seen, it was just an herb. It was completely possible she had missed something in her reading since most of the time she was just skimming. Maybe he had found some way of transforming it into whatever he had given her? “What was in it?” she asked, crossing her arms across her chest again. She was nervous, more than she should be. After all, she was just talking to him, right? Then again, the fact that he knew her second best kept secret was what really had her worried.

As they stood there, she glanced around the corridor, making sure everyone around them was still in their prior positions and no ears or eyes were prying in. Of course, they were as they had been, if not even deeper enthralled with one another. In one way, she felt a pang of longing, but more so, she wanted to stop watching. And she did. The moment her eyes averted back to Tobias, she saw he was looking at her. But not her eyes, more like her body. Narrowing her eyes again, she wondered what he was doing. She had never gotten a pervert impression from him, and he never really seemed to be around females, but maybe she was wrong. “How are you hiding it?” Standing up a little more straight, her brows furrowed. He wasn’t looking at her because she was a female. He was looking for her scars. Go figure. It seemed like their whole conversation was going to revolve around her being a werewolf. “Professional curiosity, you understand.” Rolling her eyes, Amina uncrossed her arms and placed one hand on her hip. “Professional? What the hell do you mean, professional?” She was starting to get frustrated. Some of it could be attributed to him, but most of it was because she felt like she had been the reason he knew. What had she done to tip him off? Now she was going to have to face the fact that someone knew her secret, someone she knew absolutely nothing about. Shaking her head, she brushed past him. “I’m sorry, I just…” She walked on, still shaking her head as one of her hands went to her temple, the other attaching itself to the strap of her bag as she went for the nearest classroom. Her hand moved from the bag to the handle as she got in front of it and the door slid open, just as it always had every time she had come to it. This room had become her sanctuary for some odd reason.

Looking back at him, she gestured for him to follow, hoping he would. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to answer his questions, she just didn’t want to feel so exposed, especially when she was this upset at herself. Her reputation was one of kindness. The last month had been spent making sure she didn’t tarnish it, and he didn’t want to do that today, but she didn’t like that someone knew so much about her with her knowing so little. It meant she hadn’t done her homework; that she was falling behind. She always knew so much about everyone. It had become somewhat of a trademark of hers. Sighing, she walked across the room to one of the long empty tables and slid her bag over her head, placing it gently on the floor beside the leg of the table. Pursing her lips, she put her hands on the edge of the table and eased herself onto it, bearing in mind she happened to be wearing a skirt. As she waited for him to either come through that door or not, she hung her head and took some deep breaths, trying to rid herself of the frustration she was feeling and just take things one step at a time.

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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

She seemed paranoid. Far more so than he would have expected, it wasn't like he was calling her out on anything, he wasn't being rude or calling her names...he certainly wasn't being condescending. At least, he didn't think that he was being any of those things. He wouldn't be surprised if he was coming across a different way that what he meant to. It wouldn't be the first time. Before he and Marcus had gotten as close as they were, he had frequently slammed Tobias into walls for being arrogant or snippy. When in fact, he just had an over active imagination and a curiosity that he couldn't help. He wasn't was a werewolf, and he had no real desire to be in any fashion other than intellectual curiosity. He figured, he had taken years to learn how to become a bear whenever he did, and that had to be similar, though, his transitions weren't painful, and that was likely because they were purely voluntary. He didn't understand why she would be so embarrassed, he had hoped it might be a relief, to have somebody offer to help her without even having to ask. It was all he intended to do, was help. He didn't want her phasing in the middle of the court yard after all. It wouldn't be good for anybody. She kept looking over her shoulder and around him down the hall. It was ironic, that the fact she was so worried about somebody overhearing her would in fact, be the only part of their conversation that might draw any attention to them at all. To anybody else, they could be having a conversation about absolutely anything after all. At least she wasn't pretending that he was crazy, or denying his claims. That was something at the very least.

“I can handle the taste,” That got his attention, and his eyes moved from her frame to her face again. That couldn't be possible. Perhaps he hadn't made it right? It was supposed to taste foul, well, not to him. To him it just tasted like really bad tea. To her however, it should have been almost unbearable. That was part of the point. No beauty without pain, after all. “I don’t even know what it was supposed to do in the first place, so how can I know if I need it stronger?” he nodded slowly, like a nurse listening to a patient describe how they were feeling, as if he needed to assess how best to move forward with the least amount of failure. Didn't want to treat a headache whenever they were complaining about a cough after all. If she didn't know, then she didn't remember. He could remember the testing phases. The purpose of the potion was to help her keep, herself, at the forefront of her mind whenever she was in wolf form. It didn't really help with the pain of the transitions, but, if made properly, then she should be in better control of herself once she was all covered in fur and the like. It tasted like hell, but he hoped that it would be worth it. Perhaps, the formula needed to be tailored to each individual wolf. The amount needed for Marcus might be different than the amount needed to Amina. Of course, Marcus almost never had to use it anymore, but tended to take it just in case. “What was in it?” A small, humble smile came onto his face at her question. “Little of this, little of that” he grinned, his expression turning impish “wolfsbane” a short laugh was in order at his own lame joke. Yet, she didn't seem to be amused as she turned to walk away. A short conversation, but perhaps she would know that he was there to talk to, in the future. Yet, she didn't leave, in fact, she seemed to be staying to answer his questions, even if it wasn't in the attitude that he had been expecting.

“Professional? What the hell do you mean, professional?” Oh, of course. He should have started with that. It might have helped her make sense of his random ramblings. He tended to talk too fast, always finishing his sentences inside of his head rather than verbally. He pulled his books out from under his arm where they had been tucked, glancing at the titles and then replacing one, and thumbing through the other. One, had been his advanced potions text book, the other, was his personal journal. Though, they were masked to look like the same book that he was carrying twice. Oddly effective manner of security. “I’m sorry, I just…” He waved off her words, his eyes already focused on the text in his hand, the pages would look empty to her, so no doubt she thought he was insane by now, but he had to show her in order to explain it to her...by the time that he glanced up again, she was gone. Put off, he glanced around the almost empty space just in time to see her wave him into a classroom. Without thinking twice about it, he followed her in. Closing the door behind him, he removed his shoes and left them by the door. Force of habit he supposed. “You don't have to worry” He offered, hoping to put her a little more at ease. “Nobody pays attention to me. They won't care about your secret if I'm talking about it” it wasn't meant to invoke pity, but it was simply the truth.

Heading over to her he placed his text book on a random desk and sat backward in the chair in front of where she was seated, pointing at the seemingly blank page. He waited for a minute, until the incredulous expression on her face registered and he rolled his eyes at himself. “of course” he muttered, lifting the book to his face, and exhaling warm air onto the pages before setting it back down, suddenly, the text appeared, letter by letter. On the page, written in his fantastically small handwriting was notes in the margins, passages written upside down, various drawings and scribbles. All of which, were focused around a drawing of a small pot, like she might find a face cream inside, a description of the consistency and color of the salve one would find inside of it. “I make things, you see” he tapped the image in the middle once, before covering the drawing in it's entirety with the palm of his hand and pressing firmly against the book, flattening the spine for just a moment until he let go of the pressure. Whenever his hand lifted, it wasn't alone. Pressed into his hand, was the pot from the drawing, only it was now real and not only a drawing. “I made this” he unscrewed the lid and offered it to her, if she wanted to see what it really was. “It covers what you've already covered. Without spells anyway.” He never was a fan of wand waving, he much preferred to do things by hand, to rely on the magic inside of himself rather than forcing it to be channeled through a wand. Though, it helped sometimes, he liked it better this way. “It works too.” he left it at that, not wanting to reveal just how he knew unless forced.


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[Amina Krane]

Amina’s nerves were beginning to get the best of her. Everything about today was different then she had imagined. When she had rolled out of bed that morning (literally, she had actually fallen on the floor because she had rolled so far), she should have figured it was going to be bad. Somehow, she had seen past the bad start to her day, though, and imagined it was going to be okay. Things would go as scheduled in class, including her not getting frustrated with her professor and not running into anyone that she didn’t want to see. Fortunately, she still hadn’t run into anyone she didn’t want to see, though she had yet to decide if Tobias was going to be added to that list. Her eyes looked up at the door as he walked through, slightly disappointed that their meeting was not over yet, but glad she would at least get some more answers. “Little of this, little of that. Wolfsbane.” It had been about the only answer she had gotten thus far. It hadn’t exactly been what she had hoped to hear, because if it truly was wolfsbane, she had obviously missed quite a bit in her reading. Mentally, she made a note to find out more about the substance and its uses. Apparently it had more uses than the ones depicted in the book she had seen it in. As she tucked her hands underneath her thighs, her legs now in full motion swinging back and forth, she realized there were so many more answers she wanted now. Never had she thought she was going to have someone in the school there to answer questions. She had only imagined Osiris would be her fountain of information. Now she had Tobias? Though she definitely had not given him enough time to provide any additional answers to her questions, she hoped he would be able to now that they were in a more secluded area where she could stop being so overly nervous.

As he closed the door behind him and slipped off his shoes, she quirked an eyebrow. She was about to ask why he had done that because they weren’t in anyone’s home, but she thought better of it. To Amina, asking such a question was just a precursor to judging. Her mind had already reminded her once to stop judging, so she was not about to start down that path again. Instead, she blanked out her expression and looked back down at her feet as they kicked back and forth. Suddenly an image of her and Gavin popped into her head. She had been in the room across the hall on one of the desks, her legs swinging back and forth in the same motion as he watched her, curious and unsure. Biting her tongue, she stopped her feet immediately and pulled her hands up onto her lap. She hadn’t gone into that room since they had broken up. Even being across the hall from it had been hard at times, but she had quickly learned to get over it. This was just another moment. Another instance where Gavin had to be the furthest thing from her mind, despite how impossible it all seemed. She had another problem to deal with that threatened her own life as well as all those around her and Tobias seemed to have the answers she needed to help make everything that much easier. “You don't have to worry. Nobody pays attention to me. They won't care about your secret if I'm talking about it.” Sitting up a little straighter her eyes followed him as he moved across the room. His words slightly depressed her. The thought of no one paying attention, no one caring about what he was talking about or doing, seemed awful. Her life hadn’t exactly been the center of the universe, but usually there was at least one person who paid attention to what was going on with her. Even on her rare off days before all of this had erupted in her face, her friends were still able to see something was off. Not once in her life had Amina ever been able to get away with being unnoticed. She wondered what it was like to be the one no one looked at. “Well, now that you’ve talked to me, you can consider that statement changed.” A smile crept across her face as she began to swing her legs again. Despite the fact that they were now in a room with just the two of him, Amina surprisingly felt more at ease talking to him.

As he set down his things and sat down in front of her, Amina couldn’t help but keep in mind her sitting position. Though she hadn’t gotten the impression yet that he wanted anything more than to just talk, she had always been taught since a young age to keep her head when wearing a skirt. It was imprinted on her. As a result, her feet stopped swinging and instead crossed at the ankles, an easy way to keep herself from forgetting her teachings. As she looked down at him, she realized he was holding out a book. Glancing at the empty pages, she quirked an eyebrow and looked back to him. When she was about to ask what it was she was supposed to be looking at, he seemed to realize that he had apparently forgotten something. A moment later, he was breathing onto it, something Amina didn’t quite understand, but when he held it out again, there was writing everywhere. Tidy, tiny scrawl covered the pages, positioned in every which way. And, in the middle, was some sort of image. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it looked like the moisturizer she got from the department store in Florida. “I make things, you see.” Again she found herself wanting to ask him a question, but found he was already in the process of doing something else that kept her from being able to get words out. His hand covered the image, looking almost like he was trying to smudge it away so it didn’t exist. Both of her eyebrows raised in confusion as she watched his hand pull away from the notebook. For a second, Amina thought she was seeing things and had to narrow her eyes to ensure she was looking at it properly, but when she tilted her head down to see under his hand, she realized her eyes were working fine. Of course they were, they were werewolf eyes. She had to learn to stop doubting them.

With his hand, came the same exactly item that had been drawn, except this time in true tangible form. “What the…” she muttered, resisting the urge to reach out and grab his hand to turn it over and find out how he had done that. After all the magic she had seen in her life, she still had a hard time believing some of the things her kind could do. Every time she had thought she had seen everything, something else came along and reminded her that magic had no bounds. This was another instance. “I made this.” As he unscrewed the top and held it out, she decided she could stop resisting the urge to reach her hand out. But she did have to resist the urge to grab his hand and investigate, instead she touched her hand to the top of the product, getting a small bit on her fingers and bringing it closer to her face. She brought it close to her nose and sniffed it before rubbing it between her fingers. It was the same thing she always did when she tried out new liquid foundations or moisturizers. Habit, of course. “It covers what you've already covered. Without spells anyway.” Looking back at him once it was all rubbed in to her fingers, she cracked a smile. “It works too.” Placing her hand back under her thighs to resist her reaching out and touching anything else, she shook her head. “How do you know I used a spell?” she questioned playfully. “I never did answer your question on how I did it.” Her smile spread to a grin as she bowed her head for a moment, looking back at him after a second. “It’s a concealment charm. Only works for about two hours, three if I keep concentrating hard enough.” Her eyes wandered over to her shoulder as her smile faltered.

With a sight, she closed her eyes, closing her mind off from the spell that was constantly hiding in the back of her head. There had been a few times she had forgotten to keep her focus on it, each time the dreadful thing popping up on her otherwise pristine body. Luckily, every time it had happened, she had managed to dodge out of the room to reinstate the charm, or was already alone or in company that knew about it. This time happened to fall in the latter category. As her mind shut off that piece of her memory, she could feel the charm fading. Slowly her eyes opened and even through narrowed eyes she could see the small outlines of teeth marks on the front of her shoulder. “It doesn’t look half bad… from the front,” she muttered, blinking a few times before looking back at him. “I still have yet to see the back, though. Everyone who has seen it has already given me an idea of how bad it is, though,” she added, flipping her hair to the side so it wasn’t covering her shoulder anymore. Her eyes ventured back to her shoulder where she looked at the pieces of the scar she could see from her vantage point. “I was told it doesn’t go away, that it will be there forever. So I’m assuming that stuff you have there, only covers it?”

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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Tobias had found very few things in his life to be really proud of. He wasn't particularly handsome, or bright in most subjects. He wasn't very lucky and he didn't stand out from a crowd. Thus far, he had only really been proud of his inventions. They were his accomplishments, his legacy, something to be remembered by. Merlin could only tell, but perhaps some day he would find a cure to lycanthropy all together. It would be a feat to behold, since most of his work tended to lean toward that particular ailment. It was just one of the only ones where he had a willing test subject. Marcus has always been happy to try out whatever Tobias created for him, the first few batches of the salve had turned his skin – and in turn his fur- pink for months. Yet, if anybody could convince people that he had done it on purpose, it was Marcus. A quality that Tobias had always secretly envied. The contents of the book in front of him were more than just his recipes and notes, it also contained samples of just about every thing that he had ever invented. The book had to weigh five pounds by now, but you would never know it just by looking at it. He stashed just about everything that he might need in the pages of this worn leather book, and would be lost without it. Easily, it was his most prized possession. Luckily, it didn't look like anything worth stealing so he had nothing to worry about. For now at least. For now, he was safe in his outcast status. Free to do pretty much anything that he pleased. It was oddly freeing. While her earlier words about paying attention to him had been well meant, he knew that they weren't true. If he hadn't come up to her today, chances were that she never would have given him a second glance. He had long ago stopped responding to such comments all together.

“How do you know I used a spell?” Tobias matched her grin and shook his head, she really needed to stop pretending to be coy. While, in seclusion she certainly seemed more at ease, she still seemed a little wary. Then again, he was a stranger, he supposed. Despite the fact that they had been in classes right next to each other for over a year now. He pointed to her clothing, then made a biting motion with his hands. “All of the easily chompable areas are exposed you see” it might sound perverse, but he hadn't meant it to be. He made a biting motion with his fingers in the direction of her arm and hip, though, he supposed, it could be on her torso if the wolf who had done it to her had been large enough. It was just highly unlikely, she was small, but not quite bite sized. “I never did answer your question on how I did it.” he nodded again, lowering his hands and letting them rest on either side of the book in between them. “It’s a concealment charm. Only works for about two hours, three if I keep concentrating hard enough.” he tsk'd her with a clicking of his tongue. “That's exhausting” it wasn't even he who had done it, he didn't much care for charms or jinxes. While, they were obviously getting her by just fine, if it were him, he would have done everything in his power to avoid it. Then again, he could walk down the hall in a full body snow suit and not have an eyelash batted at him, she, wasn't as fortunate. His eyes followed hers to her shoulder, it was an easily accessible spot. He could see how a predator would go for that, she was small in statue, so they didn't even have to jump on her to reach it. Marcus had attempted to do the very same thing to him more times than he could count. Luckily, Tobias always bit first.

“It doesn’t look half bad… from the front,” He shook his head, glancing at the teeth marks. While hers was relatively small in comparison to the other marks that he'd been forced to cover, it was still hideous. “No. It's ghastly” he stated simply, not even thinking that she might have been downplaying the mark to make herself feel better. The teeth puncture marks were further together than on Marcus. He had a drawing of Marcus' torso and all the various bite marks somewhere in his journal, but couldn't risk showing her for it would expose who was in the picture. They might now be the same breed, but somehow, he didn't see that news going over well. Marcus had been on edge enough as it was. Tobias could feel himself leaning over dangerously in his chair, until he was forced to raise himself to his feet. Snapping the journal shut and stuffing it under his arm he moved around to the back of her, not breathing a single word or gasp. “I still have yet to see the back, though. Everyone who has seen it has already given me an idea of how bad it is, though,” It was grotesque. Yet, all of her main muscle groups seemed to still be in tact, something, that shouldn't be true considering the tearing that the scar indicated. It must have hurt horribly. He bent lower, his face getting oddly close to her skin without permission, even the ragged teeth marks were still in tact, yet, there wasn't a single other blemish or mark anywhere else on her bare back.

“I was told it doesn’t go away, that it will be there forever. So I’m assuming that stuff you have there, only covers it?” Taking a step back, he made a noise of confirmation before digging his fingers into the salve, and flinging some at her shoulder like paint to a canvas. He moved his hand forward and quickly rubbed in the solution, it was strange, how bumpy her skin was, he would have to make a note of it. Moving up and over her shoulder, he massaged the salve in until her scar started to slowly fade from view. “Everybody is different of course, but that should last about a month” screwing the lid back onto the salve, he flipped open his journal to the correct page, and in a process similar to the one before it, pushed the pot back into the folds of the page, and set about looking for a reflective surface. Her body temperature ran a little warmer than Marcus' so it might not be a full month, but it certainly was better than just a couple of hours. On the main desk was a decorative platter with fruit and other assorted display items, flinging them aside he handed the platter to Amina to see the front of her shoulder, at the very least, she should see the mark starting to evaporate off her skin.

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[Amina Krane]

Amina felt completely exposed as she sat on the desk, her shoulder bare for Tobias’ eyes to roam. He was right when he said the spell was exhausting. Even though she had just let the spell drop, she could already feel a large increase in energy, not to mention she was able to completely focus on the things going on around her. Right now, all she could seem to focus on was him, however. The moment she singled out her shoulder, his eyes had focused on that and that alone. When she looked back at him, she almost felt like grabbing a jacket out of her bag and throwing it on. She didn’t want people looking at the mangled mess that became her shoulder months ago, which was why she kept it covered up. It had been hell having Gavin see it. When Victoria had been shown, it wasn’t nearly as bad given how easy going the girl was with such things. She never judged and that helped Amina when she had told her, but it still didn’t put her any more at ease to show people. As her nerves increased, she moved her focus from him to the floor. ”No. It’s ghastly.” Ghastly? The word seemed so harsh, enough to make Amina cringe when he had said it, but she had to remind herself that it wasn’t meant to be pretty. Nor was it her own self that he was commenting on, it was the damage done to her otherwise flawless skin. It didn’t help her feel any better, though. It just confirmed that she had no intention of showing any more people than whom she had to.

When she looked up, she noticed that he was leaning pretty far against the chair and she was slightly concerned he was going to fall right over. Just when she was sure he was going to tip over, he stood up instead. Her teeth clenched together as he shut his journal, tucked it away, and began to move behind her. Suddenly her body tensed up. Every muscle in her body was waiting for the reaction. She didn’t want to know someone else’s opinion about what her shoulder looked like, nor did she want them to describe it to her. She had managed to keep anyone from doing it thus far, but she was aware of their reactions in their entirety. Gavin had flipped, Victoria had gasped, Osiris had told her flat out it wasn’t going to be pretty. What would he say? Though she really just wanted to move so he couldn’t see it, so he couldn’t add on to his ghastly comment, her body was rock solid where she sat. Her hands remained under her thighs, her ankles crossed as she just sat there and listened to his footsteps as he moved behind her, her eyes trained on the chair where he had previously been sitting. When she was sure she was going to hear something from him, she held her breath. But nothing came and, in fact, she wondered if he himself was holding his breath. She bit down on her bottom lip as she waited, but the only thing she could tell was going on behind her was him investigating the scar. Even though she wasn’t looking to see what he was doing and couldn’t pinpoint it, Amina couldn’t help but feel like her entire shoulder was being critiqued, like he was going to mark her down as some sort of science experiment. Preposterous, yes, but still a concern.

Finally she heard something from him, a confirmation that the scar would never go away. Not even his so called invention could help her. Looking down at the ground, she began to feel sorry for herself again. It sucked that she would have to live with it, but there was no room for her to feel sorry for herself. There never had been. She just had to learn to deal with it. And she would. When she was about ready to count her blessings that she was alive and reinstate her concealment charm, she could feel something cold and wet upon her shoulder. The shock of the feeling nearly made her jump but she was still too paralyzed at the fact that someone was investigating her shoulder so deeply. Then the feeling changed. It was no longer just a cold, wet feeling, but also now pressure and warmth. His fingers were rubbing in what she could only assume to be the product he had materialized from his journal. Though it was uncomfortable having some person that she hardly knew anything about touching her shoulder, it was oddly soothing. The colder temperature of both the salve and his hand felt amazing against her raging hot skin. She would give anything for her internal temperature to drop but the only thing she had found thus far to even provide some relief was an ice cold shower. This was the next best thing while still being clothed, she guessed. As his fingers worked from the back of her shoulder to the front, the tension in her body relax. “Everybody is different of course, but that should last about a month.” Chuckling softly, Amina smiled. “Hey, a month of no spell is better than a month with it. Thank you.” His hand moved away, back to the jar he held in his hand where he proceeded to screw on the lid. She sighed softly, upset that it was over, but also happy that his hands were off of her. No male her age had touched her since Gavin and she honestly wasn’t sure if she could live with someone touching her like that ever again. She would make an exception on this occasion, only because it had been spontaneous and involuntary, not to mention helpful.

She turned to look over her shoulder at him and found he was tucking the jar back into his journal with whatever magical skill he had learned. It was amazing how he could do that, something she had never seen before in her life. While she thought he was going to move back around and sit down again, he moved in the opposite direction. Her eyes followed him as he moved over to the main desk of the room and moved some things off of what looked like a serving platter of sorts. She quirked an eyebrow as he picked it up and brought it over to her. She pulled one of her hands from under her thigh and began to reach for it as he held it out, but hesitated for a moment due to its color. She had been wary of anything that looked like silver since she had unconsciously tried to put on her grandmother’s bracelet one morning, completely forgetting that she was going to need to find a new outfit staple. Though, she figured if it was real silver, he wouldn’t hand it to her. If he knew as much as he seemed to about werewolves, he wouldn’t make that mistake. So she reached out and grabbed the platter from him, happy to find that it was a cheap, plastic replica of a more expensive silver platter. Letting out a small sigh, she lifted up the platter and took a look at her reflection. She had expected to see the circular scars on the front that normally bulged out excessively, but what she saw were only small traces of what had been. Even as she looked at them, they seemed to be disappearing in front of her very eyes. “That… is amazing,” she muttered, dropping her hand so the platter rested on her lap. Her eyes stared at him in disbelief for a moment before she chuckled softly. “How did you come up with it? I mean, you’re only a seventh year. How did you come across the information to make that stuff?” she questioned, realizing that she sounded completely condescending. Like just by appearance alone, she didn’t believe he had made it himself. “I’m sorry, I mean, it’s just amazing. I never thought a student could be so talented. I mean…” Sighing, she shook her head and shut her mouth. It was times like these when she couldn’t find the right words to say that she kept digging herself deeper into a hole by trying too hard. She had learned long ago just to stop at those times to save herself from digging too deep to get out again.

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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Tobias hadn't been expecting her to lift the charm, perhaps he just had one of those faces that she could trust. It seemed unlikely that she would be willing to show this to just anybody. Then again, he wasn't really just anybody. He had confronted her after all. Perhaps, soon enough, she would allow him to draw a copy of her scar into his journal. He wasn't really ready to let her see the few pages that he had already dedicated in the book on her behalf. He didn't want her to think that he only saw her as a test subject, though, there was always an element of that. More times than he could count, Marcus had to stop him from referring to things or people with a medicinal tone. Tobias wasn't a doctor, and he had no intentions of ever becoming one, but things did tend to fascinate him. He should put a little more effort into being socially acceptable, he lacked almost all fundamental people skills. “Hey, a month of no spell is better than a month with it. Thank you.” He nodded once, not sure how to accept her comment, was it praise, a complement or just gratitude. He supposed any way that he chose to take it was positive. Unless she was only saying it to be nice, and in fact really wanted to run out of here as fast as she can, then, he supposed, he should be slightly insulted. Being that there was no way of knowing for certain how she meant it, he chose just not to say anything. He chose instead, to wait and see what she thought of his work. He had always invested more of his personal emotions in whether or not people liked the products that he created. Rather than being insulted whenever they didn't like his personality or the things that he did. He couldn't change who he was, or how he felt about things, so why even bother? Not everybody needed to be liked by everybody else, somebody had to be the outcast, and it was a role that he was happy to fill. He liked having all of the free time, plus, he rarely had to worry about being caught. A professor had walked in on him brewing a potion in a spare classroom once, and not even said a word. There certainly were benefits to being nearly invisible.

His creations, however, he could change. He could control the outcome most of the time, they were more important to him than something as trivial as popularity. He could feel the lump in his throat, his body rocking back and forth in anticipation of her opinion. It had taken years of hard work and dedication to make it work, and now that it did, he would be slightly crushed if it had only worked on Marcus. Though, the scar was fading, and he could see her eyes widening in surprise. That had to be a good sign at the very least. He could feel a small grin bubbling across his lips as his body steadied itself once more and he took back his seat in front of her, his forearms wrapped around the back of the chair, hugging it. “That… is amazing,” “Thank you” he stated with an air of reverence, he was pleased that she liked it. This was only the tip of the ice berg for him. He had hardly been the first wizard to ever successfully create a wolfsbane tonic. It had been the gateway drug for him, something that only forced him further into the study of the science that he loved so very much. It was more than just a hobby for him, given that until today, his only friend had been a werewolf. Tobias smiled externally at his internal thought, he supposed that was still true of him. Now, while his social circle had widened a little, it was still confined to the same sort of supernatural being. Perhaps he just wasn't meant to be around humans. The only one that he was friends with, had always been wary of him, and she was just as socially strange as he was. He personally thought hat the only reason that Victoria ever came around voluntarily, was because Marcus usually chose to hang around. Turning his eyes down once more at the book now resting on the desk between them. He had far larger works in progress, he would wait the years that it would take in order to get them right, it was just convenient that his passion for making things tended to help those around him.

Which, was another reason why it was so very important for him to keep the contents of those bound pages a secret. To most, it would just seem like nonsense scribblings, but to others, the fact that he seemed to be utterly obsessed with werewolves and lunar cycles...wasn't healthy. They would pick apart his fantastic brain. “How did you come up with it? I mean, you’re only a seventh year. How did you come across the information to make that stuff?” He shrugged, he didn't put much stock in the whole school system. He was only an average student, at best, in any subject other than potions. He put almost all of his devotion into that, and his personal agenda's of course. “I've been taking advanced Potions since fourth year” he stated, like it was some sort of explanation, or that should make her understand. Even if it wasn't very much information at all. “I’m sorry, I mean, it’s just amazing. I never thought a student could be so talented. I mean…” he grinned. “Looks can be deceiving” he held out his hands in reference to her, she was one to talk about not looking like she was something else. He didn't take her words personally, he imaged that was a lot of people thought, people liked to judge by appearances. “I've been working on these products” he stated, taping the book between them with his index finger “For years...” he let his voice trail off, yet his pride over the accomplished tasks was evident. “There's a lot more to magic than most people think, you just have to be willing to look for it.”


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[Amina Krane]

“Thank you.” Amina smiled and nodded, knowing full well that her small bit of praise was not good enough. He deserved a lot more than what she could give. The fact that a student could do something this amazing, something that would help her forget on occasion that she’s not human, was not normal. It wasn’t something that happened every day. Yet here she was, sitting on a desk, looking at a guy not much older than herself, who had done the impossible. Picking up the fruit platter, she began to stare at her reflection again, still seeing a bare, unmarked shoulder that did not give any evidence to her lack of being human. She had never imagined she would be able to look in a mirror and not see the scars without having to focus on a spell at the same time. Setting the platter off to the side, she noticed he had moved back to the seat and made himself comfortable once again. She had to admit this was rather strange. Before today, she had hardly spoken to the man without a ‘hello’ as they passed in the dorm rooms. It hadn’t been for any particular reason, just that Amina didn’t tend to just stop to talk to any person. Especially lately, her schedule had been so full that she hardly had a chance to even talk to her current friends. Unfortunately, today was not any different. While she had been the one to continue the conversation with him, she knew she had so many more things she needed to be doing. That included a potions essay, defense against the dark arts questionnaire, and a care of magical creatures study. She had really only allotted so much time to have some privacy in the empty classroom and now it had turned into a conversation she had not expected. So much for having some quiet. Then again, he wasn’t exactly the most talkative person.

Unlike herself. She couldn’t seem to get her words right but even as she stumbled over them, even as she nearly insulted him with everything she said, he didn’t seem to take it to heart. Was he really telling the truth when he said people didn’t pay attention to him? Had he gotten so used to it that he was no longer affected when someone said something degrading? Just the thought made her sad, and considering her rapid emotional changes lately, she had to resist the urge to cry as she looked down at her swinging feet to avoid him seeing it. Merlin, she would be so happy when she could get off of the emotional rollercoaster she was on. “I've been taking advanced Potions since fourth year.” Blinking a few times to keep herself from crying, she looked back up to Tobias and gave him a slightly shocked, but more jealous look. She had just upgraded to advanced potions and the only reason she had even gotten there was with Victoria’s help. She was so worthless when it came to brewing and she could never understand why. It was so simple, right? Just like cooking in reality. Yet, somehow she never seemed to get it just right. There was always one thing she did wrong that changed the entire batch into something completely different, sometimes even dangerous. Frustrated, she had finally blamed it on the fact that even when she cooked, she tended to improvise, adding spices and ingredients that recipes did not call for just so she could make it better. That wasn’t much of an option in potions class. “Don’t tell me that. I may have to take advantage of your skills,” she joked, winking at him as she allowed a smile to spread across her lips. It wasn’t exactly a true smile, but it was easier to pull her emotions into check if she faked happiness. After a while, she just adapted to it as if she really did feel that way. It was so much better than holding back crying.

“Looks can be deceiving” Grimacing at his comment, Amina’s smile faded and her hands wrapped around her stomach. She used to be transparent. People could ask her anything and she had a great answer. Now, depending on the questions people asked, she would have to either have to lie, or stretch the truth. There was so little about herself that she could share anymore. It had started with Gavin and now it spread all the way to her humanity. Why had her life taken such a turn when she had arrived in Austria? Even as unfortunate as it was, though, being broken both physically and mentally, she wouldn’t take it back. Gavin was the best thing that could have ever happened to her, even if they couldn’t be. Their times together highly outweighed her accident. “Guess you can say that,” she mumbled, gripping at her shirt before looking back up to him with the smallest of smiles. “How did you even find out? I mean, as you say, it’s not like I have it written all over me. How did you know?” She was highly curious about that fact, because whatever gave her away was something she was going to have to work on if she was to keep her secret. ”I’ve been working on these products for years.” As he tapped the book, her eyes travelled down to it and then back up to him. “There's a lot more to magic than most people think, you just have to be willing to look for it.” Her eyebrow arched as her hands loosened and fell back to her sides, her anxiety edging off for the moment. She really was going to have to get these emotions under control. “Are you insinuating all of your work is potions based?” she asked, placing her hands at the edge of the table on either side and leaning forward to get a better look at the book.

“You said you’ve been working on it for years. Is it all werewolf based research? I mean, obviously it couldn’t be because of me if it is since this is recent. So you must be making that for someone else. Does that mean there are other werewolves in the school?” Though her curiosity was evident, she tried to ebb it out of her voice. She wanted to know but she didn’t want to scare him off. Asking too many questions of people tended to do that. Unfortunately, Amina was infamous for asking every question that crossed her mind as it did so. Hopefully she didn’t lose any chance of getting to know things because of it.

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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Despite the fact that Tobias wasn't the most social of creatures, he did have a tendency to talk a little too much. He didn't know much about very many things, but those that he did, like potions, and his creations, he was overly proud of. He could talk about them for hours on end. Perhaps it was the very fact that he didn't get the chance to talk that often to other people that whenever he did, he tended to talk far too much, over share. He could feel the need to explain the salve to her, but there was little chance that if he did, she would understand anything that he said about it. “Don’t tell me that. I may have to take advantage of your skills,” Tobias smiled, giving a less than modest shrug. “I would be happy to help” he admitted, he had tried tutoring a few years back. Pairing up with those who could help him in the subjects that he lacked in, and he helped out with potions...except, it hadn't worked out the way that he wanted it to. Mostly, the people that he was supposed to be helping just threatened him until he did their classwork for them. It had gone on for far longer than he had liked, until the professor at the time had caught on and pulled Tobias out of the tutoring program all together. His own mediocre grades hadn't exactly improved while everybody else's had...it had only been a matter of time. Of course, that didn't mean that the student body didn't still threaten him to do their classwork for them. He just couldn't bring himself to half ass his potions. It was more than obvious whenever he had created a potion verses the rest of the student body. He just didn't fancy confrontation...luckily the teachers had managed to put a stop to it after a little while. What wonders that had done to his reputation whenever he was labeled a snitch and a teachers pet. His grip on his journal tightened slightly, his knuckles pressing tightly against the leather until they turned white until he let go, the normal color slowly seeping back into its rightful place.

He was staring. Hopefully she didn't think that it was strange. “How did you even find out? I mean, as you say, it’s not like I have it written all over me. How did you know?” not looking away he drummed his fingers against the book he was holding. “I have a little experience in the matter” he grinned, she was going to think that he meant he was a wolf, or ask if he knew one. That was going to be a tricky question to dodge. He could manage it, but it was going to be funny. Still holding eye contact he blinked deliberately. “If you know what you're looking for. I mean – you hid it very well...but I have a lot of free time” The fact that it would now sound like he was stalking her didn't even cross his mind at all. It was just an honest answer as far as he was concerned. His leg started to bounce under the desk of it's own accord. Something that normally only happened whenever he was nervous, but he didn't think that he felt nervous, he didn't think that he had any reason to at least. “Are you insinuating all of your work is potions based?” Moving one hand under the desk to stop his leg from bouncing any longer he nodded. “Of course” it should have been obvious. He thought. Then again, he knew that his grades were average at best, apart from the one subject. He might as well stick to his strengths, he usually sought help if there was much spell work involved. The thumb of the hand still resting on the book started to flip the edges of the pages, wafting the smell of old ink and binding glue through the air in a small cloud around the desk. He would dread the day whenever he couldn't fit anything else into this particular journal, he was overly fond of it. So far it had lasted him all of these years, but it would only be able to last so much longer.

“You said you’ve been working on it for years. Is it all werewolf based research? I mean, obviously it couldn’t be because of me if it is since this is recent. So you must be making that for someone else. Does that mean there are other werewolves in the school?” “Mostly. Some lunar charting, various things to help with my own production. But yet – mostly wolf stuff.” He accentuated the word 'wolf' strangely, like it was a secret. “As for more of your kind, moon child, perhaps. You certainly aren't the only one to walk these halls.” he leaned in closer to her “But that's a secret” He certainly didn't need to tell her that she couldn't go around advertising what she knew. For some reason, talking to he this way helped him feel closer to her, like it was an inside joke. It was only natural for her to want to know as much about what she was as possible. The books that contained any information about being a werewolf were pathetic. Even those in the restricted section, all the same, generic, bland information. Which was fine for the mortals. Yet, it didn't help those who were attempting to become a wolf, or coping with the change. Tobias wasn't even sure books like that actually existed. He had looked long enough, but as far as he could tell, the book that he was writing, was the most comprehensive of the transformation and the side effects. Since he knew that there was no way in Hades that he was going to allow such a thing to be published, he could see why there was almost no written works for her to reference.

If only he could get to Marcus' source, the man who had really been the biggest help. His mentor or whoever he was that Marcus tended to disappear off to go and see. Merlin, what he wouldn't give to pick that man's brain, to write it all down, to help if he could. It was a sick obsession, one that if he hadn't taken his own protective measures years ago, was very likely to have gotten him killed by now. Through Tobias had no desire whatsoever to become a werewolf himself, he was morbidly fascinated with them. “Do you mind – when did it happen?” He glanced down at the now healed looking exposed skin of her shoulder. “Can't have been that long ago?”

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“I would be happy to help.” Amina’s eyes lit up at his words. As simple as they were, potions was her worst subject out of the whole list. Well, besides arithmancy but she had been smart enough not to take that course. Ever since she had started school, she had someone along ide her to help out with potions and she would help with assisting in another subject. Matt had been her helper back in Florida. When she had moved here, her helper had become Victoria. Unfortunately, Vic was notorious for having a full schedule so it was becoming increasingly hard, especially with N.E.W.T.S. occurring in the spring, to get a hold of her and ask her to help out. Not to mention, with Amina’s restricted schedule, she hardly even got to see her roommate even when she was busy. If she could have someone else willing to help her out on the random occasion, maybe she could actually get past this year without failing out of potions. But, rather than informing him of how horrible she was and how much of a mistake it probably was to offer his help, Amina focused her eyes on her ankles. She crossed and uncrossed them over and over again. Frankly, she was embarrassed that she would even need help but she supposed everyone had a subject they were bad in. Well, besides her roommate. But she was an exception to a lot of things. So looking up at him, she gave him a genuine smile. He would be her last resort, mainly because she didn’t know him. Of course, she had seen him around the school on more than one occasion but this is the first time she’s ever sat down and talked to him. How rude would it be to find him tomorrow and shove an essay question in his face? No, she would only use him if she couldn’t figure it out any other way.

Her smile faded after a moment, realizing that he had been staring at her. She didn’t let it bother her, however. He was obviously into this whole werewolf thing. Amina supposed in some light, she was a test subject of sorts. It was awkward, but nothing she couldn’t handle. “I have a little experience in the matter.” Raising an eyebrow, Amina tilted her head to the side. Experience could mean a whole range of things, but she could exclude that he, himself, was a werewolf. She had figured out by being around Osiris, just what werewolves smelled like and had first-hand experience of the heat rolling off of them. “If you know what you're looking for. I mean – you hid it very well...but I have a lot of free time.” This time her eyebrows furrowed as her head came back straight. She wondered what exactly he had seen. She made sure to keep her scars hidden at all times and even when she did slip up with the charm, it had been for such a small amount of time that no one had caught it. Or at least, so she assumed. Maybe it had been her disappearance at the last full moon, but it had still only been one. Or maybe he had someone else in the school who was able to recognize her? Either way, she just hoped he was the only one to figure it out. She couldn’t imagine being known as a werewolf to everyone in the school. That would completely ruin any reputation she had built since she came to Austria. But, rather than pressing him, she let the matter drop. There were other things she wanted to know from him. Like how he had managed to make something good enough to remove the horrendous scar on her shoulder so easily. Or why he started to make it in the first place.

“Mostly. Some lunar charting, various things to help with my own production. But yet – mostly wolf stuff. As for more of your kind, moon child, perhaps. You certainly aren't the only one to walk these halls. But that's a secret.” Finally, he gave her the answer she was looking for. Both of her eyebrows raised as her eyes widened just a fraction, her mouth opening in the same notion of shock. So there was another werewolf in the school. Suddenly her head was filled with a million different questions. She opened her mouth wider to ask a question but another one would get in its way and she would close her mouth to decide which to ask first. It happened a few times over and not one time she could manage to squeeze out even a single word. Finally, she just closed her mouth and swallowed hard. “Who is it?” she finally asked, completely disregarding the fact that he had said it was a secret. If there was someone else in this school like her, someone that was friends with Tobias, maybe they could become friends as well. Maybe she wouldn’t feel like such an outcast and they could help her feel better about what had happened. Either that, or help her figure out what not to do in order to survive this curse. Thus far, it had been nothing short of hell. Was this the way it had been for them too? Or had they gone through an easier transformation? Or maybe even harder? When had it happened? All of the questions began to make her head spin, enough that she pulled one of her hands out from under her thigh and placed two fingers against her temples. “I can’t believe there’s another werewolf here…” she muttered more to herself than to him. All this time she thought she had alone and finally, he gave her information enough to know she wasn’t. Even if he wouldn’t tell her who, it made her feel better anyways.

“Do you mind – when did it happen?” Her eyes flickered up to him, any trace of happiness that had been left in her face draining along with her color. Suddenly she felt like a ghost, white as a sheet and practically see through. It wasn’t necessarily the question that got to her, but the moment he had asked it, images flooded through her head. The Slytherin’s chasing her through the school, out onto the grounds, her running first for her sanity through the forest to the place where she felt she could finally find solace. Then the images of her running for her life from the thing that took her sanity along with her humanity out with its teeth. Pulling her lips between her teeth, Amina began to chew on them as the night in question progressed. Golden eyes shining through the moonlight, a second pair arriving and saving her from that, then the long, painful process of healing. The countless number of times she had passed out from the pain only to be left with a huge scar both physically and emotionally. A shiver crawled down her spine, despite the raging temperature in her body. ”Can't have been that long ago?” Her eyes which had gone cross-eyed while the images went through her head closed as she took in a deep breath. When she opened them again, they focused back on Tobias. “Sorry,” she stated simply, letting out a forced chuckle as her hand replaced itself under her thigh. Her legs had stopped swinging back and forth and instead were locked together as tight as she could get them. Her whole body had become rigid as the memories flooded her head and now, even as the memories were just becoming a faded imprint in her eyes, she couldn’t get herself to relax. Would she ever be able to think of that night without having such an adverse reaction? Somehow, she wasn’t so sure that day would come.

“It happened just before Halloween,” she stated simply, not wanting to delve too much farther into it. Of course, they had come up with a rather decent cover story when Osiris had been nursing her back to health, just to make sure he wasn’t found out in the forest by the Ministry. But the thought of lying to Tobias the first time she met him just did not settle well with her. It had been hard enough to lie to everyone else about how it had happened. What would it look like if she couldn’t tell her best friend and roommate the truth, but she could tell a boy she had just met? One would have to assume she had fallen in love with him or something in order for that to make sense.

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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

The fact that her being turned might have been a tad bit of a touchy subject with her hadn't even crossed his mind. Of course it couldn't have been pleasant, and no doubt she didn't even like to think about it. All things that crossed his mind...never. His curiosity was far too strong. Even more, he knew that she hadn't been one last year, he liked to keep up with the Lunar cycles and if she had been one, he would have noticed. He knew that it couldn't have been Marcus that had turned her either. He had been abstaining, attempting to control his transformations. Mostly his idea, but the fact that it had worked had been more than entertaining. Oh, the first month it hadn't gone too well, he had attempting to bite Tobias' arm right out of his shoulder. Granted, he was still in human form whenever he did it, but Tobias didn't want to risk becoming a werewolf himself. He was fairly certain that you couldn't be a Were and an Animagus at the same time. He liked being what he was. Since it had to of been recently, that meant that there was another here, close by. There had to be – Marcus only spoke very fondly of the only other wolf that he knew, but Tobias had no idea where the man lived, or even his name. Though, judging by the way that Marcus spoke about him, he wasn't likely to have done it. Which left, a puzzle. He liked puzzles.

At least he had something to offer her in return for such an intrusive question. He had already masked her shoulder, and offered to help her in Potions. Really, the latter was no trouble to him, he adored the subject. Obviously. It was just about his only passion in life, which, apart from being slightly obsessed with Werewolves, consumed most of his time. It was arrogant to assume, but he felt like he was one of the foremost brains on the subject of Werewolves besides the wolves themselves. Like he got to take an exclusive look into a world totally taboo to any outsiders. Even in the short amount of time that he had spent with her in this classroom he had learned a whole lot from her, and it seemed, that she would be leaving with even more questions than whenever she came in. he only hoped that it wasn't a bad encounter on her behalf. First contact was so very important. “Who is it?” Tapping the side of his nose he smiled. “Now, If I tell you, I have to tell them. You wouldn't want me outing your secret whenever it's not mine to tell would you?” It was a fair answer, if he went and outed his friend, he would have to do the same for her and he figured that was likely to scare her. “I can’t believe there’s another werewolf here…” Giving her her moment, he could only imagine what was all going through her head, he probably shouldn't have said anything about it whatsoever, but she wasn't alone. That was important. Even if she didn't want to be friends with him, like most people, he could still help her. No doubt, in time, they were likely to find themselves. Then Tobias could just be the person nagging them with endless questions.

Rather, it did until his final question registered in her head, then she didn't seem too very happy. Merlin, that was his curse wasn't it. Awkward to the point of insufferability. As she seemed to retreat into herself, he couldn't stop staring at her, just like he had been doing this whole time he supposed. Her eyes danced, something painful no doubt crossing over the backs of her lids. If only he could tell her that it could have been worse, that her shoulder was horrible, but it could have been worse. Would that make her feel better? Or worse again. Not wanting to risk it, his fingers flipped open his journal once more, leg staring to bounce anew under the table. While right now, the pages were only visible to him, he flicked them back and forth in the binding for lack of anything better to do. He felt like he was intruding on her private moment. Common decency would have called for him to rescind the question, but he just couldn't. “It happened just before Halloween,” His eyes snapped back up to hers, wanting so badly to take notes. Without her permission, the next time that they encountered one another, there was going to be a fair chunk in his journal dedicated to her. Halloween. How very fitting, cliché, but fitting. He wanted to make a sketch of her shoulder, take note of how the salve had affected her, and who knows what else his mind would want to retain. He just felt she might leave if he attempted to take notes now. There was no judgement on his face, he just watched her, green eyes waiting for a story to come, but it never did. Slightly disappointed, he nodded once. What had he even been doing on Halloween? Crazy to think that he had been doing something so trivial as partaking in the feast, sleeping, or consuming his body weight in candy while something so important was happening. That while he was binging on sugar, a persons life was being irreparably changed forever. Snapping the book shut, he pressed it to his chest, arms wrapped around it. “Orange moon, I think. Like cheese.” a small snort left his mouth. Everybody always said that the moon was made of cheese. “Were you alone?” more rude. Even he had never been in the forest alone...he couldn't even imagine.
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[Amina Krane]

”Now, If I tell you, I have to tell them. You wouldn't want me outing your secret whenever it's not mine to tell would you?” To say Amina was disappointed would be an understatement. She had just found out there was another werewolf in the castle but yet, she wasn’t going to be informed of who it was. Granted, he was right. It wouldn’t be fair for her to be aware of the other werewolf and them not be aware of her. It wasn’t like she would attack them or anything, but imagining the number of questions she would suddenly bombard the person with, Amina realized they probably would want to be aware she knew first. So she let out a sigh, and didn’t argue. “Fair enough,” she said as she let the subject drop. Maybe in time the two would meet, possibly even become friends. Though, the question passed in her thoughts of how long the other werewolf had been cursed. Were they born into this life, like Osiris? Or were they turned like her? Was it as a child? Or were they also a recent transformation? So many questions, each of them wanting to push their way out of her lips, but she refrained. Tobias wouldn’t tell her and why should he? He had already given her more information than he probably should have, especially considering they had just met. The fact that he trusted her with as much information that he had already given meant either he knew about her character, that she didn’t betray peoples trust, or he just trusted people way too easily. Which one, she wasn’t sure, but she was hoping this wouldn’t be their last meeting, that they would have a chance to become friends and she would find out which theory was correct. And maybe this whole ordeal wouldn’t be as bad anymore with a friend who knew more about what was going on. Maybe.

Surprisingly, the single sentence she gave him as a response to her attack seemed to be enough. He didn’t ask for the full story, at least, he didn’t seem to at first. Her eyes finally looked up to find that he was staring right back at her. Was he studying her? Pitying her? Why had he even wanted to know? Did that somehow change the outcome of it all in his head? For her it didn’t matter when it happened, but the fact that it happened at all. Maybe to him, the timing of it all was significant. But she couldn’t imagine how it made a difference when it happened. Nothing she had read thus far gave any indication that timing meant anything in this situation. Pursing her lips, her eyes wandered down to his now open notebook. He was studying her, wasn’t he? That was the whole point. He had that notebook for a reason and she assumed anything that happened today would probably go down inside of there to join the stuff he had already written. She wished she knew what all was in there. He had only shown her a few pages, but it was enough to show her that this probably wasn’t anything academic for him. It had probably become somewhat of an addiction, a project that he couldn’t stop working on. Part of her hated that she was probably going to be included in this project, but then another part of her said it was stupid to be upset. Why shouldn’t someone take advantage of her circumstances to help others in the future? It made the most sense. And all in all, Amina only ever wanted to help people. It was practically why she existed in the first place. Relaxing her lips, Amina pushed the thought from her head. Whatever he did in the journal didn’t matter and she was going to be ok with that. Hell, like she would probably ever know anyways.

When the book snapped shut, she flinched slightly and looked back up to him. Had she looked at it too long? Did she upset him somehow because of that? But when she looked into his eyes, he didn’t look upset about that. “Orange moon, I think. Like cheese.” Amina’s head cocked to the side, suddenly lost. What was he talking about, orange moon? The moon wasn’t orange. Not even on Halloween was it orange. Now, like cheese, that was accurate. Swiss cheese to be more exact. But not quite orange. “Were you alone?” His tone had changed, but she hardly noticed. Instead, her face pinched together as she looked down at her feet. “Yeah…” The swinging had long since ceased, and instead they hung their limply, having lost all of the energy she had built up in the class, the energy she had wanted to find a way to expel. It looked like this conversation had done just that. Talking about this subject was rather draining and she didn’t like it. But she was here, and when had anyone actually wanted to find out what happened? Most people wanted to dismiss it and talk about anything else but that. Which normally she didn’t mind. But suddenly, she found herself wanting to talk about it. Wanting to get it all off her chest. Then the floodgates began to part. “It was stupid,” she began, shaking her head, her hair falling from behind her ears and masking the bulk of her face from his view. “I shouldn’t have been out. We only had another five minutes on duty before we were relieved. I was supposed to go back upstairs. Then they came. I had nowhere to go. I should’ve stood my ground, should’ve finally taken care of them. But I’m a prefect. I can’t pull a wand on other students without good reason. And he didn’t do anything. So I just… ran… And just kept running… It all happened so quickly.”

The images that followed, the one’s of that night, made a shiver crawl up her spine and the spot on her shoulder burn. Even though it was done and over with, the images still haunted her. Pinching her eyes as tight as she could, Amina tried to wipe the images from her head. Then that was when she saw the wolf, then the second wolf, and remembered her promise to Osiris. Her eyes flashed open and she looked over to Tobias, half in disbelief, half in fear. No one was supposed to know it happened on the grounds here. The more people know, the closer he is to getting caught. After everything he had done for her, how could she allow herself to betray him like that, especially to someone she hardly knew? Her friends had been told the fake story, the one about how she had gotten permission to go to Somerset to go costume hunting and how she had gotten turned around and ran into someone. That someone happened to be a werewolf whom she had provoked unintentionally and the rest was history. That was the story she was supposed to stick with. Of course, Gavin knew the real story. He had been there that night, even if he hadn’t known it at the time. But she could trust Gavin. She didn’t know if she could trust Tobias and here, she had spilled the secret so easily. Damn herself for being so weak, being so desperate to have someone to talk to about this. “What I just told you,” she began, her voice slightly shaky. She was still getting over the images in her head, but she was also afraid of the damage she had just done. “That stays between us. No one can know, do you understand?” Merlin she hoped he was trustworthy. He was a Gryffindor and that should have been enough for her, but trust was something she had a hard time with these days, what with the person she loved leaving her at the drop of a dime and all.

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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

He could feel them circling around in the air above his head. Filling the cracks in the air that surrounded them, the things that she wasn't saying. He found himself looking upward at the space in between them, if he were to draw a line diagonal from his head and hers, about there was where he felt the unasked questions liked to settle. They would just hover there until they filled the space, and whenever there was no room left, they would come crashing down on his head. It was the sort of situation he would like to avoid if at all possible. Most people thought that he was strange whenever he would interject into people's conversations with a question or random fact...he just didn't like the thought of his unasked things following him around. He liked to think that he could leave them, that whenever he got up and left this room...that they would just stay here and could be forgotten about. Though, it did seem unlikely given the fact that he would no doubt think about them from time to time...meaning that they would in fact follow him. Or Amina, since it seemed that she was the one keeping things to herself. He hardly knew the girl, but that had never stopped him from being far too familiar far too soon with people around him. Which, was generally why whenever he interjected or said something strange he would get a odd look and then be ignored. At least he had tried, if nothing else.

“It was stupid,” Blinking slowly, he lowered his torso just enough to hug the back of the seat comfortably, his eyes opening to rest on her face. He had found out the hard way that writing down everything that a person said while the said it was not only rude, it was hard. Writing that fast made it nearly impossible to read whenever he attempted to relive it. He had been forced to figure out how to listen properly, to really pay attention and keep his mind from wandering. Which, for him was something that was very difficult to do. It meant that whatever he was listening to, really had to hold his attention for him to focus that long. Luckily, this was a subject that fascinated him, and somehow, he just had a feeling that she hadn't ever told this story to anybody else before. Which, made it even better. “I shouldn’t have been out. We only had another five minutes on duty before we were relieved. I was supposed to go back upstairs. Then they came. I had nowhere to go. I should’ve stood my ground, should’ve finally taken care of them. But I’m a prefect. I can’t pull a wand on other students without good reason. And he didn’t do anything. So I just… ran… And just kept running… It all happened so quickly.” He only stopped looking at her long enough to glance upward, at the space between their heads...it didn't feel too full yet...but she was leaving out so very much of the story. He had no idea who all she was referring too...but he did get the sense that whoever they were, they weren't her friends.

His brow furrowed at the look on her face as she stopped talking, and he leaned forward, closer to her without even knowing that he was. She was leaving things out on purpose, and now she seemed like she wanted to forget the whole thing...but why? She had shown him her shoulder...and he had helped her as best he could. Why would he have done that if he was going to run about telling her story. He didn't know how to say these things to people, but he wanted to be trusted...he felt he was trustworthy. Glancing upward nervously at the space once more he blinked slowly, forcing himself to focus a little harder on Amina. Before he could ask any of the things he needed her to finish the story, he wanted her to...if she was willing. “What I just told you,” He had no idea how to comfort her. She hadn't even told him all that much, but if her imagination and memory was anything like his...she was filling in her own blanks. Leaving him out of it. He swallowed hard, his leg starting to bounce again as he wished he could urge her to continue. “That stays between us. No one can know, do you understand?” He couldn't force her to trust him. Things took time with most people.

Sitting upright he brought his index finger up to his chest and marked an 'x' over his chest before holding up three fingers together. “Scouts honor.” Of course, unless she spent an extraordinary time around muggles, none of what he did was likely to make much sense to her. Very pointedly, he avoided glancing up, focus. “You can finish....if you want to?” his fingers itched to reach for his pen, to open his book back up and bombard her with questions...but Marcus would have slapped him. He needed to be more sensitive to things that might be emotionally difficult for other people. It was just so hard for him to realize since he didn't get that way about things. His fingers tapped an erratic beat for just a moment on the desk as he averted his gaze. He hated that being empathetic was so difficult for him. He didn't know how to handle his own feelings half the time. “I'm...I'm sure that that was...difficult for you.” he paused, saying each word with caution so he could be sure to get it right. He wanted to relate to her, as much as he could anyway. “You can go on, I'm happy to listen.” No. that was wrong. Mentally, he scolded himself. “Not...happy. I mean, not happy...but I can listen.” chomping down on his bottom lip he kicking himself with his almost bare feet. Lifting his eyes sheepishly he waited, and hoped for the best.

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