Wolves in Hogwarts

Detention 2.0

The time had come after the festivities where Harry Potter the famous kid had been chosen to do the triwizard tournament but the thing was he was under the age to be in the contest. Scott smelled something fishy going on but maybe that was some werewolf senses because everyone else didn't bother to question it and was quite negative towards Harry. Some of the Hufflepuffs were against Harry because they didn't want to be in the shadows again after Cedric was Hogwarts champion. 

He heard people spreading rumors on his way to Flitch's office. He walked slowly not wanting to be there early to possibly be subjected to do more things but alas he turned up there sooner than expected anyway. Although, two familiar red heads were there as well. 

"Nice to see you again," one of them said casually. 

"Thought to see you here much sooner, Flitch hates it when students procrastinate." 

"I wasn't," Scott protests but had it fall through by a look on their faces, "okay maybe I was." The door was then swung open loudly revealing Flitch, a bit of a scary man but also had the cowardly look in his demeanor it was hard to figure him out. 

"Fred, George, you know what to do." 

"Fall off a cliff?" 

"Hang ourselves by your shackles?" Flitch was ready to respond but was interrupted when Moody passed by and spot Scott. 

"I can take it from here," Moody took Scott's shoulder and took it to lead him away from Flitch and Scott was grateful he hope he would never be in detention with Flitch but at the same time being in detention with Moody didn't sound much more fun than with Flitch. 

But he went anyway, maybe Moody was more fun then he looked. 

Lydia met up with Jackson and his friends while idly sitting by hearing their conversation and because Lydia was a female and in a different house she was not referred to at all but was told to be there regardless. 

"So I was thinking," Jackson started to instruct the boys, "since we all brought our own brooms to Hogwarts we might as well try them out." They were all quite interested in this idea as they straightened their backs and leaned forward keen on the details. 

"How about tomorrow, it's Saturday and everyone will be too focused on the triwizard tournament to care about a few first years." Everyone in the circle agreed then someone raised their hand as if this was a classroom of some such. 

"Can we bring others to watch, people must be craving a Quidditch game."

"Yeah," Jackson responded, "I could bring Draco, he'd surely be impressed as Slytherin's seeker." 

"What about some Gryffindors?" Another boy asked and Jackson looked repulsed. 

"Why would we let some loser lions into our fun." 

"Think about it," the boy elaborated, "everyone always talks about the games here against Slytherin and Gryffindor, why not have a game and have them - of course - lose." 

"Why do you think Gryffindors would be the losers?" Lydia chirped in walking into their circle. 

"Because they're idiots." 

"I didn't know idiots were an accurate scale to measure a loss."

"Bugger off Lydia," Jackson interrupted the little fun Lydia was having. 

"Fine," Lydia put her head up high once again leaving Jackson in the dust as she went along to do something else. The boys in the circle finalized their discussion about the rule breaking Quidditch game. Lydia on the other hand went to the library, it was pretty amazing but kept her head down so nobody could recognize her. She was no Hermione Granger, she didn't want to tarnish her new reputation for being some kind of nerd. Although a part of her was a great nerd who had a library for a bedroom at home. She sighed and got to reading in peace. 

Allison was up in the owlery writing as she promised to do for her parents. She told them about classes that were quite different than regular school but in a good way.  She also mentioned the friends she has made along the way all in different houses but are quite good nonetheless. 

She wondered what they're reaction would be to all this. She never got a proper chance to see the reaction on their face about the magic properties of the school and that her whole life was going to change from one letter. Although she never could imagine them being shocked or scared about it, they never were those kinds of people. 

Allison fondly remembers her parents getting her into sports, she failed at soccer and baseball but her talents hit her in gymnastics and archery, especially archery. 

Allison took the genes of her father and ran with them, hitting every target that came her way at the young age of 8. She won medals and trophies for it but she never saw a use for it in the real world. Although, she was at Hogwarts so the real world didn't apply to her anymore so maybe there was a purpose. She then wrote down a request to her parents to see if they had her old bow and arrows to send to her. 

She gave it to an owl - she did not have one of her own yet - and sent it on it's way. Allison watched it with her palms resting on her cheeks looking at the bird fly away getting smaller and smaller with each second. 

Scott sat in front of Moody's desk anxious for what was going to happen. Maybe Moody would just let him go or maybe the opposite. Could Moody have his own set of torturous devices. His mind didn't have that much time to wander because Moody then showed up. Scott straighten up his back in case he was a strict person with strict courtesy guidelines. Moody didn't notice this as he got to his side of the desk and sat down. 

"Ay got yourself a detention didn't you," Moody opened up conversation. Scott just nodded.

"That's why I want to help you, suppress the werewolf instincts inside of you, you can't just have a clear mind to avoid the werewolf  facade you have to have human instincts so we're going to test them out." Scott couldn't help but gulp in fear at that notion.