For most people losing a parent is one of the worst things imaginable, but for London Howse it didn't matter.

It wasn't that she wasn't close to Charles, but she just didn't know how to feel about it and so she moved it to the back of her mind. Anyone would say that you can't just forget about the death of a loved one, but with all that had went on in the past few weeks it was pretty easy for London.

The news of Charles death was shocking for the entire wizarding world, but that was it. It was shocking, not devastating; even for his wife and daughter. All they cared about was what would happen to the company (Howse Brooms). The funeral had a huge turn out, but no tears were shed.

London was enjoying her time away from school that the Headmaster had forced on her so she could "deal with the complex emotions that death brings". She didn't understand what Albus was going on about. Charles was gone and she knew and understood that meant she would never see him again. She couldn't do anything to change that and it was fine. People live to die, it was the circle of life. Her father was no exception.

That was the only thoughts she had on the matter of her father's death. However, Charles' passing was the least interesting or important matter bouncing around in London's head as she rode the Hogwarts express back to school (she hated apparating and flooing). Instead she was mainly focused on her new...affliction.

Staring at the stars had always had a calming effect on London and after attending the six hour long funeral in memory of her father she needed all the calm she could get. She had fallen asleep on the front lawn many times, but never on a full moon or at least she had never been left out there on those nights. Charles had always remembered to come and get her sometimes even just picking her up and taking London to her bed. Without him she didn't think about the consequences that could result.

Being awoken by a sharp, blinding pain in your calf was not a pleasant sensation. Getting her bearings London was finally able to let loose a ear piercing scream at the realization that a werewolf was trying to devour her. Fortunately, luck was on her side and Ava (her mother) had been getting a glass of water from the kitchen and heard London's scream.

Bursting out of the house she threw every offensive spell she could think of at the horrible monster that was standing over her daughter.

Quickly the creature ran off realizing that his prey had turned into the predator. Ava rushed to London's side to help her up and into the house. Once inside she dropped her onto the couch so she could survey her daughter's injuries. There was blood running down from the back of her neck and the ghastly bite on her left calf, but other than that she seemed to be fine or rather London would live without professional healing.

Hastily Ava cast a few minor healing spells over London's neck and calf, along with a cleaning spell to clear away the blood. After a long silence she decided to state the obvious "You were bitten." "I know." was the only response she got from London. "You'll turn." Ava said stating the obvious yet again and just like last time she only got "I know." as a response.

After a few minutes Ava decided to return to her bedroom to get some more sleep, leaving London there on the couch by herself. Slowly, she got to her feet and retired to her room as well. All the while secretly wishing it was just a dream.

Of course it hadn't been a dream and London had been cursing herself for her own stupidity ever since. However, she was a firm believer in whatever happens happens and you can't change it so why ask
'what if' questions or worry unnecessarily over something. That being said she was also cursing Dumbledore had told her when she went to inform him that she was unable to continue her schooling because of her new found condition.

London had always figured that Albus was very smart and wise considering he was the headmaster of such a renowned school as Hogwarts, but with the knowledge of him allowing not only one werewolf, but two to attend his school. Her respect for him was dropping at a surprisingly fast rate. However, after much insisting and good arguments about how it would look to just drop out during her sixth year she relented to finishing up her last year and a half at Hogwarts so long as Dumbledore provided a safe place for her transformations.

While consenting to finishing her education she flat out refused to meet or share the same transformation space as the other werewolf. She did NOT want to end up as part of some stupid pack or sixteen, a werewolf and pregnant (as she suspected that the other Were was likely a male). Dumbledore agreed to her demand for a separate space, not to be told about the other Were and Vice-Verse. London was not ready for others to know about this particular embarrassment.

Snapping out of her reverie London realized that the train had finally arrived at Hogwarts. Silently she prepared herself for the worst, pity. Pity was the one thing all pure bloods hated, Blood Traitors and Pure Blood Fanatics both despised being pitied and it was probably the only thing they had in common with one another.

Walking through the halls London could practically feel all the stares and she could certainly hear the whispers "Isn't that the girl whose father blew himself up?" "Poor money grubbing bitch is probably finally feeling sadness for something other than loss of money!" "I wonder if that means she's out of business" "No way! She probably doesn't even care about him, just money." "You're right we pay and she does, simple as that!".

God people were annoying, couldn't they just focus their tiny brains on something else.

"Hey!" a girl shouted somewhere behind London, who just kept walking assuming it was for someone else. However, when she was harshly spun around to come face to face with some plain faced girl she realized she was obviously wrong. "You would not believe how long I've been waiting for you to come back, seriously how long does it take to attend a funeral!" the girl (now named A) laughed. "Anyways, I need you to deal with this bitch who bumped into me the other day and then went and flirted with my boyfriend right in front of me, seriously can you say slut!" A said (or more precisely 'huffed').

For a moment I just stood there. Then I spoke the word that ended my whole Hogwarts Money Grubber career "No." I didn't mutter it or stutter, but spoke clearly and sharply. However, apparently A's brain was to tiny to comprehend that one word. "Haha, you're so funny London! But seriously her name i-" "No." I said cutting her off and swiftly turning around to continue on my way to the dungeons only to bump into a very solid something or other.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" Wait the something or other spoke. Most somethings don't speak seeing as most somethings are walls.

Looking down I saw a head of tidy brown hair bending to pick up my bag. "I could have gotten that myself" I stated defiantly. "Well," He replied straightening up "mom always told me not to let chivalry die." The easy smile on his face annoyed me same as it always had.

Most said that Potter and Black were the most immature and total gits. I on the other hand thought that at least Potter and Black showed their true colors for the world to see. Lupin hid his behind that stupid easy smile and polite remarks no matter how angry. No one was really that nice, so to me he was just one big phony. Everyone else though seemed to fall for it.

Even Evans whom Potter was so obsessed about. Personally if I was him I would have been more concerned that she would run off with Lupin and not Snape.

After snatching my bag away from his outstretched hand. He had the audacity to be even more polite and step to the side as to allow me to pass. The anger in me swelled so large that I allowed myself the petty action of stomping on his toes with my heels as I walked away.

I could tell that many were still staring as I head towards my common room, but I didn't care I never did. The only one who brought out such an unbecoming (Ava's words not mine) trait was the little poser I had just encountered.

When I had finally reached the safety of my room I was glad. I could take some time and relax just lay there think without having to worry about interruptions or Merlin forbid my roommates. They were absolutely horrendous. Loud and friendly. Ugh. I couldn't count how many times they had tried to include me in their ridiculous conversations about boys and beauty products.

I really didn't care about such things. I preferred to just lay on my bed and think up new stories. I would never tell anyone, but secretly I wanted to be a writer. To create fabulous adventures out of nothing, but daydreams and maybe just maybe have a few of my own (adventures I mean). I knew it was crazy to even consider after all I was expected to manage the business especially now with all that happened. Ava had decided that I was old enough to take care of the work that Charles used to do.

So now I was stuck with taking care of Howse Brooms and that was just the way the world worked after all no one really gets to have what they perceive as perfect. Why should I be any different.

I had drifted off at some point after filling my head with dragon riding and nargle hunting (something those Lovegoods' insisted were real). When I awoke the dormitory was empty and the large wall clock was making absolutely no sense to my sleep filled brain, but I was fairly sure that it was some time near noon. Though this was a common occurrence I doubt that the teachers who's classes I had just skipped would be any happier.

Crawling out of my quiet lovely mountain of covers I hurried over to the bathroom to shower and such. The nice thing about already being late was I didn't really care if I was even later so a nice hot shower was not out of question. I don't care what people insist, but a normal shower should be close to scalding and last at least thirty minutes if not more. If I was actually worried about getting to class then I would shove myself into an ice cold shower that last at most five minutes before I turned into a human icicle.

Having got out of the shower I started getting dressed in the usual Hogwarts uniform at least the usual uniform for those of us who didn't hike our skirts up to our bloody vaginas (Ave thinks me crude for using the actual word) and leave our shirt half hanging open with out ties barely tied. No I went against the norm and actually tied my yellow tie tight against my collar and shortened my skirt to just above the knee instead of below. I know it sounds strange, but those two inches really made it easier to walk in. Having gotten dressed I quickly threw on my jumper in favor of that dreadful cloak (which I forcefully crammed into my school bag) along with the misc. books I would need for later.

Taking the stairs two at a time in hopes of just making lunch I didn't notice the laughter coming from the Greathall until it was too late. The Marauders had set yet another prank. It seemed that whoever entered the Greathall was immediately doused in a dungbomb smelling sticky brown slime. That wasn't all either, from the looks of it if you cast a cleaning spell like the Ravenclaw next to me just had the brown turned into a brilliant pink and began bubbling.

I stood there with my eyes closed simply trying to think of something that might get rid of the atrocious slime so I could go eat some delicious pudding. That was it of course those stupid Marauders would only think to make sure you couldn't magically get clean, but they would never think of just vanishing it right of your body. Once free of the slime I opened my eyes only to be greeted with the sight of the Ravenclaw now trying to use her robe to clean off as much goop as possible. Feeling slightly sorry for her I silently cast the spell in her direction before heading towards my table. However in my way was a very angry Lily Evans covered in pink bubbling slime. She was screaming obscenities at Potter and Black not to mention flinging slime everywhere with her wildly waving hands.

"Evans" I stated in a cordial tone whilst staying approximately five feet away. "WHAT!" she screamed while flinging her arms out to the sides and turning towards me. A small bit of pink goop landed on my face from her action. Wiping the back of my hand over the spot I felt a small shot of annoyance that I was once again dirty after just getting clean. However, I still flicked my wand in her direction to vanish the disgusting slime (before she got anymore on me).

Startled she examined herself before muttering "A vanishing spell? Of course!" looking over at me she continued on in a slightly louder voice "Thank you, I hadn't thought of that."

I thought about responding with a snark remark about how 'of course she wouldn't have because she was to preoccupied with yelling at Potter than getting clean', but instead settled for a simple "Your welcome." before heading off to my table which was fairly empty because of the amount of people who had been caught be the immature prank.

After starting on some pudding I felt a strange tickling on my wrists and neck. Looking around I saw a girl with her wand outstretched towards me "Sorry, but I thought you would like to be rid of the smell." she whispered with a small smile. "I wasn't overly fond of it, no" I replied with a small smile of my own. One I apparently didn't show that often because her smile turned into a grin. "Well then I guess I did us both a favor"

Finally, I realized that this girl was in fact one of my roommates. One of my boy and beauty obsessed roommates that I hated, but at that moment I kind of liked her.

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