𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 [𝙧. 𝙡𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙣]

chapter four

LEAH

Just leave it to me to fuck everything up.

I don't think I'd been able to hear Mollie and Zach because of the anger rushing through my head, making me deaf to everything but it. Either way, I had messed up - as usual. Only this time it was much, much worse than trying to scribble a Potions essay the very morning it's needed.

I'd probably freaked the poor bloke out when I told him he wasn't fully human, but like I said, the anger made me do it.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath and sat up in bed. "Did I really do that?"

Mollie hummed in response. "You sure did."

OK, Leah. Calm down. You've only exposed your entire species to two seemingly normal people. But wait, one of them was different. I know this is going to sound disgusting but one smelled human and one just didn't.

"Don't pull your fur out about it," said Mollie. "Everybody makes mistakes."

"Yeah," I breathed, looking at my hands already laced with black veins. Wolfbloods only 'vein up' in dire situations, such as this tornado I'd so wisely tossed myself into.

I swallowed. "Yeah. Everybody makes mistakes."

* * *

It took me around two weeks to come to a decision. When I finally did it was already a Dark Moon. Dark Moons are the same as new moons, except without the moon wolfbloods are pretty much useless.

I dragged myself to the Gryffindor table and tried not to look like I'd been trampled by a herd of rhinos. It was hard. My eyes skimmed over the table until I found the boy I was looking for, carefully stacking cornflakes one by one onto the forehead of another boy. It looked fun, but also like a complete waste of time.

I slowly approached them. When I turned round I saw Mollie and Zach giving me thumbs ups. They thought this was a good idea. I, on the other hand, wasn't so sure of what I was doing anymore.

The one with longer hair who'd convinced me to talk and not 'fight' looked up and nudged the boy who was staking the cornflakes and they both looked up at me. The boy whose forehead was being used as a foundation realized the stacking had stopped, and straightened himself, sending cornflakes flying everywhere across the table.

"Oh," he said, sounding shocked but I'm not sure he was. "I take it you're Leah?"

He held out his hand. I slowly shook it, trying to conceal the weirded out look I had on my face.

The boy pushed a pair of glasses up his nose and suddenly he looked more likely to get an 'Outstanding' in History of Magic or something.

"That's better," he said. "I'm James, these here are my good friends Sirius," –the one with longer hair gave me a wink;– "Remus," –he pointed to the one I'd pushed;– "and Peter." He indicated a pudgy sweet-looking boy. (no I don't mean sweet as in delicious.)

Sirius snorted. "Good friend, huh?"

"You couldn't last two seconds without us," said Peter.

"Oh yes I can," protested James.

"Can't," said Sirius. James stuck his tongue out at Sirius.