Pencils, Snakes, and Eagles Don't Mix (open)

[HANNAH EVELYN WOOD]

The air was chilly, yet there was no snow on the ground, and Hannah was very much alone. She was in a bad mood too; she had been shouted at in Transfiguration class for chucking a pencil across the room at one of the Slytherins. How she had gotten off without a detention, she had no idea. Yet here she was. It was almost like she wanted to be attacked. Leaning on the fence, she stared off at the rickety old shack in the distance. It did not frighten her, she wasn't stupid. Violent spirits...bah! Ghosts who came back did not wander around screaming. No, it was something else, something alive that dwelt out there.

Hannah herself believed it was a werewolf, as the screams and cries only occurred once a month. At the full, or near full moon if Hannah was correct. Where the werewolf was coming from was an entirely different matter. There were only two possible explanations: whoever the poor sod was, he or she was either from the nearby village, a resident of Hogsmeade, or someone within Hogwarts. Seeing as the teachers and staff had not mentioned that a werewolf resident from the other villages roamed the night every full moon, and so close to the school grounds, Hannah wondered if it was somebody in the school. Why else would they have kept it so quiet? Besides, most students didn't even bother anyways; it was best not to worry them. It wasn't like the werewolf was dangerous to them.

Humming to herself, she looked out at the shack. Maybe she would venture out there some day..."No!" she said aloud. How stupid was that? "Really? You know, sometimes I wonder about you..." she murmured. She smiled a little bit. It was very quiet and peaceful, despite her mood. She didn't like being shouted at, but right now, she was really in the mood for a fight. It was almost like she wanted to get a detention. Ravenclaws weren't supposed to want that....were they? Hannah sighed heavily. The Slytherin in class had been whispering about a muggle born student sitting next to Hannah. Since they had been sitting in the back of the class, McGonagall did not hear them. Finally, after half an hour of buildup, Hannah had chucked her pencil across the room at him.

Lucky for her, she was a very poor shot with pencils. Now, if she had been in possession of a Quaffle....well, let's just say she definitely would have gotten a detention. Or two. Or three. Or for the rest of her life. But squashing that dirty bastard's face would have been more satisfactory than she could have dreamed. She laughed a bit to herself. If somebody was watching her, they probably would think she was crazy, but she didn't care. Lots of people thought that about her. She was a pureblood, a Ravenclaw, a rule breaker, a rebel, a damn good Quidditch player, and a Mudblood lover. Yeah, she was crazy.