Time Of The Werewolves{OPEN}

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Queenie Wise, also known as The Jinx, stepped into the three broomsticks, glancing around as she went. She quickly ordered a small Butter beer before she wandered over to a table and seated herself. It wasn't long before she pulled a book out of the black bag that she had carted into the pub. The red swirled matched those that where seen on the black headband that was having a hard time keeping her bangs back. Her shirt was a shade of red as well and a golden lionhad been charmed to rampage across the shirt every so often, and her jeans, well they where just jeans. The book she pulled out was an old, drab thing, bound in a dark red cover. The words," Zeit des Werwolfs" was written in a fancy script, and if one looked closer one would see that the ink was made of pure gold.

The small sixth year, who was often mistaken for a first, stared at the book as she read and re-read the passage several times over. It was a hard enough read when she had to translate the German into English, but it was made harder by the fact that she also had to translate it into modern English, not old English. The Time of the Werewolves. She had to read up about them if she was going to be an Auror like she promised herself and this book was recommended by a friend, how had found the book in her old library at home. Now as she translated and sipped her drink she felt calm and at peace. As she read her violent violet eyes began to soften and her shoulders began to relax, though the stress was far from gone, if anything it was worse.

She'd read about ghouls, banshees, and a bit about vampires (though why she read about them when she was one didn't make much sense...) though that information was hard to come by. She was like a girl possessed as she read through the book, murmuring to herself as she translated. Every now and then someone would stop, try to talk to her and get fixed with those violent violet eyes that had earned her the name The Jinx (Some said that if she fixed that look on you long enough that you would be jinxed for a month or more.) and then wander away, frightened some what by the small girl.