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Finely Kennison

"Have you seen my brother?"

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a character in “Harry Potter: The Mythic Conflict”, originally authored by Ivisbo, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Finley Kennison

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Age: 18
Race: Metamorphagus
Year: 7th Year
Bloodline: Pure-Myth Blood
House: Slytherin
Wand: Willow and Ash, 9 1/2 inch, quite bendy, Hippogriff feather and Werewolf claw
Patronus: Harris Hawk
Familiar: A Harris Hawk named Caldwell. Both twins own one and the hawks are not only used as a messenger, but are exemplarily hunters as well (The Kennison's go on frequent hunting trips back home). The family had some issues convincing the school to allow the hawks to stay in the Owlery, but they are well trained and will not attack the other birds unless provoked or ordered to. The owls stay far away from the hawk twins, letting the two massive looming birds keep to themselves on the far end of the Owlery. Caldwell was raised by Finley from an egg and is very attached to his owner, responding from great distances to his call.

Personality:
Finley is the second born of the Kennison brothers. While you would expect his older brother to care for the twins, it is actually Finley that spends most of his time dotting on his Connal. He is fine with letting his older twin take credit for the work because he knows it is important for Connal to uphold his image of himself. Finley is a soft hearted and caring individual and hates to see anyone in a bad mood. He is shyer then his talkative brother, but when they are together they seem to feed off each other and Finley will open up. Finely has quite a hard time talking to girls and usually ends up a bubbling, blushing mess. He usually always had a book with him, something that Connal constantly berates him for.
The Kennisons are a rich family with a high standing in the Pure-Blood's of the Wizardry world. Both boys have been raised with the best manners and a gentlemen like behavior. The family is of pure Metamorphagus heritage and must keep the line clean. Finley is more of a stickler for tradition compared to his brother. He is a 'mommy's' boy and will do anything to keep his mother happy and content. But his shyness leads him to stay away from confrontation, so if someone were to come up to him that he was taught to stay away from (muggle born or other Myth-Bloods) Finley would not object. He hates his brothers fascination with the Werewolves though and is openly hostile towards them.

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Short Biography:
The Kennison family is a long time of Metamorphmagus dating back to the earliest recorded member. They are a clean line, meaning no family member is tarnished with muggle or any other mythical blood. Because Metamorphmagus are so rare, the Kennison's are a small, tight knit family. Boys are a most for each generation and the twins were like a god-send to the family. Even though the family is small, they were able to create a massive fortune for themselves. They own a massive mansion, called the Kennison Estate, in the country side with over 500 acres of forest that the family hunts on. A full staff of house elves serve them and they even have a wild herd of hippogriff that migrate to the land frequently.

Connal and Finley's parents are Martha and Conan Kennison. Conan's parents (the twins grandparents) also live in the mansion. Conan has a sister that does not live on the estate because she has been shunned from the family. Kennison's can not marry outside the Metamorphmagus bloodline, and Shara Kennison did just that. She eloped with a regular wizard and lost all her inheritance and social standing.

The twins are exemplarily at archery, hunting, horseback riding, swimming, fencing, boxing, mathematics, history, and literature. They had private tutors all the way up to their first year at Hogwarts and were put into higher classes after exceeding far beyond the required first year level. They have been trained under their family in the art of Metamorphing and are very good at controlling there bodies. They can alter them in almost any way possible...but the twins have chosen to don the same appearance. Sometimes when they are apart they do drift a little, Connal's hair sometimes changes to red while Finley's has a tendency to change pure white. Finley is much better at controlling his appearance then Connal, but when they are together they can match each other very well.

When the twins received their acceptance letter to Hogwarts, their grandfather gave them both a Harris Hawk egg to incubate and tend to. It is a Kennison family tradition to receive an egg right before the start of their first year at Wizardry school. When they hatched, the twins taught the hawks to hunt and carry messages for them. The twin hawks are named Benton and Caldwell. Both serve their owners amazingly, coming from great distances to their owners call and attacking on command.

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Likes:
-Studying
-Hunting
-Reading
-Metamorphing
-His Mother, Martha
-His Brother, Connal

Dislikes:
-Chocolate
-Flying
-Being without his brother
-Failure
-Owls

So begins...

Finely Kennison's Story

#, as written by Ivisbo
Connal and Finley Kennison

Connal was less then excited. He stood with a sober expression at the platform, letting his mother busy herself with fixing him and his brothers uniforms, hair, and luggage. He could not wait to be rid of her over bearing nature, though his brother was another story. Finley hugged her ever two minutes, muttering things about missing them and coming home for winter break. Connal would make sure his brother would do nothing of the sort, but that was a discussion for when they were alone.

Finally, there father pulled their mother off of them, saying something about needing the boys to learn to be men. Connal had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes, instead offering a polite smile to his parents as they gave their finale goodbyes and left through the secret entrance. Of course, his father would not be able to stay to see the boys departure as he had a business meeting in Brighton.

Their parents gone, Connal turned to Finely with a glare.

"Stop sniveling dumb-ass" He muttered, shoving the younger twin a little and grabbing his luggage cart, "And we are not going home for Christmas break"

Finaley grabbed his own cart and caught up to Connal as they walked down the platform, glaring at his identical brother, "You don't need to be so mean to mom, she is just going to miss us. And don't call me a dumb-ass, loser, we know who the smarter one is"

Connal 'tsked' and ignored Finley, pulling up out of the way next to a pillar. Finley followed, leaning against the wall like Connal. The Kennison twins had a tendency to accidentally copy each others movements, so right now they were both leaned against the pillar, arms crossed, and facial expressions mirrored. Their father had spent the majority of the car trip discussing the necessity of the boys being in Slytherin house and getting good marks. They both knew that Slytherin was a shoe in, there was no way that either of the Kennison's would be put into any other house. But the problem was, both of them had been homeschooled their whole life. While Finley was naturally good with class-work, Connal usually required more motivation in order to pass his tests.

But it was too early to be worrying about that, Connal still had plenty of time...and it wasn't like he couldn't get Finley just do the tests for him. The eldest twin glanced towards his luggage cart, eyeing the sleeping hawk atop it. Luckily the school had allowed the Kennison twins to bring their birds, otherwise Connal doubted he would even be interested in coming.

To his left Finley was stroking his own hawk through the bars of the cage, needing something to do. Both twins were bored and ready to get this show on the road, but they had arrived at the station somewhat early. Curse their mother for always needing to be twenty minutes early for everything...

Theresa Loker


Theresa was having a very mixed bag of emotions as she stood in platform 9 and three quarters. On one hand, she would finally be able to attend the school she knew she wanted to sense she was 7, and she knew a couple of people, so she had that in her corner. On the flip side, she knew that her 'old' family would be here. Just thinking about them made her anger spike, and she wanted to be as happy as she could. Long after her 'new' siblings had gotten on the train, she found herself standing and watching the different people, secretly hoping to find her old family just to see them, or to hex them into oblivion, she hadn't really decided which would be best.

She had her luggage cart in her hands, and even after she promised her mother that she'd be on the train, she couldn't make herself do it without at least seeing a glimpse of them. For all she knew, they were already checked on, and after a while, that thought settled in on her. She finally tore her eyes away from the platform entrance and began to walk and think, "First year of Mythics, guess I should be grateful, cowering in my boots, or be a monster according to these pious rulers." Her thoughts on most people shrewd towards negative, but she had people she could count on, and some she even liked.

While walking, she happened to notice two of them, the Kennison twins; Finely and Connal. Her experience with the two was positive. They were Mythics, and the rarest kind at that; Metamorphagus's. Their family helped her pack a while's ago, and she liked them. Connal was full of questions about her condition, which she didn't mind, and he was sweet. Finely was hotter, despite being twins, she found him more attractive. Upon seeing them near a pole, she walked up. "Well, if it isn't my favorite twins." She said, holding a 'wolf' smile. "You two been well?"

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The wizarding world is abuzz about the new entry of mythical creatures in Hogwarts, but for Noelle Fischer, this is old news. She'd been attending the prestigious institution of learning for several years now, despite being a full-blooded Veela herself. Of course, this fact had been hidden with an excuse of being merely partially Veela, allowing her to attend without too much suspicion being raised by the attention that she attracts naturally, and the fact that she always seems to try and hide when angry to prevent a shift. Said young woman is walking towards the gateway to platform 9 3/4 right now, accompanied by her mother, a beautiful woman who, despite being well into her forties, looks as though she could be her daughter's sister or slightly elder cousin. Veela blood will do that to a person- make them seem far younger than they are until the day they die. The elder Fischer woman is a prime example of this fact, though Noelle supposes that the grandmother she's never met is probably an even better example of such a thing. As far as she knows, however, this woman is dead and beneath the ground, or perhaps cremated. That sounds a lot better than rotting in some wooden box.

"Have a good year, little dove. Break hearts, make a little trouble, and all of that jazz," the elder woman says fondly to her daughter, clearly not the sort of mother who disciplines her child for pulling a few pranks and making a bit of mischief. This rather well explains her daughter's behavior, of course. The woman slips large sunglasses back over her lovely, periwinkle eyes, though this does little to stop people from staring at the duo and wondering if they are models or foreign celebrities or something. Noelle responds only by grinning devilishly and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at her mother before running straight into the column that brings her out at platform 9 3/4. This place is far more interesting looking than the muggle station, this much is certain, as first years clutch nervously at owls, frogs, and the like, while older students trade enchanted candies and stories of their summer. Noelle is accompanied by her own familiar, a sleek cat with mismatching eyes that takes this chance to jump out of her cart and walk between her legs.

"Done napping, Wilde? Come on, then- best find some familiar faces," she suggests with a grin, bending over briefly to scratch the feline behind the ear. His fur is a gray that seems to match the color of smoke, and this paired with his strange eyes make the cat beautiful and haunting. As soon as she had seen the thing, running through the streets of Diagon Alley, she absolutely had to have it, and spent a good hour chasing the cunning thing down. After that, the friendship was fast and close.

She walks down the platform a bit, spotting Longbottom with his face pressed against the window and sending him a grin and a wink before continuing on her way. Now, where is Juliet? Or Kas, for that matter, she wonders to herself, deciding to go ahead and board the train now and find them later- she's never really been the sort to seek others out, unless there is trouble brewed into the motivation. She has become accustomed, over her years, to people looking for her. She looks for a specific compartment, though only after stopping to scare a few first years and greet a few people. When she reaches it, the young woman pulls out a permanent marker and writes her name in large, loopy letters across the window. It is erased every year by the time she leaves Hogwarts, but the young woman always rewrites it on this compartment's window anyway. It's simply tradition, and Hogwarts is all about tradition, isn't it?

Well, not entirely, she muses, thinking once more of the new students that will be coming this year, those with full mythical blood. She cannot help but wonder if there will be any other Veela. She doesn't meet others very often, which is probably because her mother appears to dislike competition, only accepting Noelle because she is her daughter. Noelle has never seen a fellow Veela her own age at all, though of course the Weasley boy does have a sliver of blood in him. To distract her from these musings, however, is the sight of Kas walking down the platform in his typical, 'holier-than-thou' manner, and of course a pair of rather attractive, but unfamiliar, twins that lean against a column. For the moment, she turns towards the familiar, pushing down the window and leaning halfway out of it, a grin on her face.

"Oi! Knox!" she calls out to him, eyebrows raised. Deciding that the place to be at the moment is on the platform, as that's where everyone is, Noelle proceeds to slide out of the window, a tight fit, landing first on her hands before she rolls over and springs herself up onto her feet.

#, as written by throne
Tomas Weasley


Tomas moved carefully into King's Cross, eyes methodically scanning his surroundings. It was unusual for him to be so tuned in to the world around him, but he had the unshakeable feeling that something was about to go drastically wrong. Nothing so dire as pain, death, or dismemberment- he had to believe that anything that drastic would have an accompanying vision. This was more a matter of gut, and his gut had been surly all morning, from the instant he awoke, which made little sense. He wanted to be back at Hogwarts more than anything, so being filled with apprehension on the morning of his return wasn't entirely welcome.

He walked casually through the magical barrier separating Platform 9 & ž from the rest of the station. It hadn't been so long ago that young wizards had to enter by means of stealth, carefully dashing in without triggering any alarm or notice from the Muggles boarding their mundane trains. He'd read something recently in the paper about a major project to overhaul the many secret railways of the wizarding world and integrate them more fully with the Muggle transportation system. The Weasley penchant for interest in Muggle matters hadn't skipped over Tomas. He paid attention to the news, and had even convinced his parents to buy a telly-vision so that he could stay more abreast of the Muggle news programs.

That interest in Muggles carried over to his sense of fashion as well. Nowadays, he could have been wearing his school robes already. Witches and wizards being out and about in their distinctive attire was not uncommon, and the influence of some magical designers was beginning to seep into mainstream Muggle fashion as well. Tomas preferred older looks, often shopping from thrift stores when he was in the city. A good amount of what little money he managed to earn doing chores or odd jobs went toward padding his wardrobe. He could spend hours rifling through racks and trying things on. The skinny-fitting jeans and western-cut plaid shirt he was currently wearing along with boat shoes sans socks were all from his favorite shop, all vintage and American in origin. He'd wait until the absolute last second to cover his exciting clothing with his drab, hand-me-down robes.

He'd retreated into his head a bit now, though he did pay enough attention to smile at friendly faces he recognized or lift his free hand to wave to someone who had waved at him. His other hand was helping to tow the large trunk that contained his school wardrobe and supplies. Normally he might have stopped and chatted, but he was still trying to embark the train without any major incident. His distraction had eased the feeling of wrongness he'd been experiencing all morning, but that could mean anything.

His senses sharpened as he acknowledged his mission once more. He would get on the train, stow his gear, and then he could seek out some friends. He nodded to Naida as he passed her, smiling to show white teeth. He spotted the Kennison twins, looking like they'd strode out of some creepy clothing catalog as they leaned with their arms folded in exactly the same way. He nodded somewhat tersely to them. Finley wasn't so bad, if you could get him away from his brother. Connal was a right terror no matter what.

He'd said good-bye to his parents already; as part of his teenage quest for independence, Tomas insisted on traveling into London and getting to school by himself. His eldest brother and sister had already graduated and gone on to their careers, and his youngest sister was too young for Hogwarts. Only his younger brother would be attending, and their father would be bringing him along in a bit on his way to work.

His thoughts began to wander again. This was an important year for him. He really needed to buckle down, to focus on his school work. He'd have to talk to Naida early on about getting help in Potions and Transfiguration, because he'd just barely squeaked by with passing grades the year before. He'd actually thought about giving up Quidditch, but he didn't need amazing foresight to picture the captain of the Gryffindor team smothering him in his sleep with a pillow if he did. Tomas was an asset, instrumental in many of the team's wins over the past three years that he'd been playing. Besides, he loved it too much. The camaraderie drew him more than anything else, and actually being measurably good at something besides being a freak. He grinned in anticipation of the first match of the year.

His thoughts were thoroughly on walkabout now, never mind wandering, and he was paying decidedly less attention to his surroundings- surroundings which happened to include another Keeper, this one making his way back up the platform and thus traveling right toward Tomas. Kaz was bigger and better built, and likely had better footing since he wasn't day-dreaming. It wasn't until the last instant that Tomas got a cold flash of anxiety warning him of what was about to occur.

He walked directly into the Ravenclaw boy, and their collective momentum sent Tomas tumbling to the ground in a fashion that would no doubt prove comical to outside observers. If it weren't for his trunk, trailing behind him on its wheels, he would likely merely have stumbled awkwardly, caught his balance, and been able to apologize. Instead, he tripped backwards over the trunk. It hit the ground first was a large THUNK! that would surely draw quite a bit of attention, and then he followed, arms clutching wildly at the empty air in a vain attempt to keep himself from going down.

Tiny little suns of pain flared to life in his left elbow and right shoulder, which were the first parts of him to hit the hard concrete. He felt a bitter, sand-papery burn on the palm of his left hand as it skidded over the rough ground, scraping skin cells off as it went. As his body twisted, something in his right knee screamed protest, grabbing hold of the nerves and tendons thereabout and yanking hard. For his part, Tomas was oddly quiet through his fairly epic fall. He wound up sprawled out on his back, his right leg resting on his fallen trunk, his eyes squeezed shut to help ward off the pain.

He decided that it was really best if he just lie there for a while. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed long enough, he'd wake up and realize that it had all been a dream.

#, as written by Ivisbo
Connal and Finley Kennison

The twins raised their heads in unison, smiling identically in greeting to Theresa. While Connal stepped forward to hug the werewolf girl, Finley stayed back and simply waved at her.

"Been great Resa. Happy to finally be heading out to school" Connal said as he stepped back from the girl and leaned back against the wall next to Finley.

"How've you been?" Finley asked in a kind tone, pulling his hand away from the hawk so he could devote his attention to the girl. Finley was polite, always, even if he didn't really like the girl. Connal gave her too much attention, his infatuation with the werewolf race was unhealthy. Finley wanted to ring his neck when he stepped forward to hug the girl...that was not how Kennison's had been taught to greet others. But Connal was always making up his own rules for things and Finley had learned long ago that he just had to let his older twin do what he wanted.

The girls family was too hectic for Finley, especially the few times they had been around the manor. The younger twin had chosen then to simple hide out in his room, avoiding the Loker's all together. Finley had heard the girl was actually a part of the Lightman family, a prestigious group of people that he very much enjoyed. But she seemed to take after her adoptive parents...Finley never knew why his family had agreed to help them out, it was just not their way of things.

Theresa Loker


Theresa smiled big when Connal had gone in for a hug. This is what she like about him, he was kind and didn't follow the 'traditions' she knew his family must set up like hers did. Finley might go by those more so, but he was never unkind to her, just very rigidly respectful, which she hoped she could turn into friendliness in the next year. When he stepped back, she began to lean on her baggage, she look at them. She did get a little nervous when he mentioned going to school; she guessed that it never seemed real, finally going to school, but it was happening.

When questioned about how she had been, she began to talk, "I've been well. Went to the Forest of Dean during the summer, very pretty." She didn't mention that they went during the full moon, and proceeded to eat seven deer. "I must say, you two are looking very handsome. Looking to turn some heads now that my kind are allowed in?" She giggled slightly and moved so that she poked Connal with her elbow.

"To tell the truth....." She stopped dead in her sentence, she had moved her head slightly, and she had caught something in her vision. It was her parents with Rose, her youngest sister, it was her first year. Her hair was red like Theresa's, except it had a bow on one side, and she seemed to be saying goodbye to them. She went on the train, Theresa still mesmerized, "How is it that baby Rose is already a first year?" She thought, and then noticed her parents begin to turn away form the train. She caught her father's eye for a spilt second, and then turned around very quickly before she hoped he would recognize her, and moved in closer to Connal to avoid having to look directly at him. She didn't dare say anything, just stood staring blankly into Connal, her mind racing. She finally did say something, but didn't move away, "Can't explain now, please just act like we are having a pleasant conversation." She looked him dead on as she spoke.

#, as written by Ivisbo
Connal and Finley Kennison

Having a pleasant conversation? Both boys raised a brow at her, but refrained from looking around to see what had spooked her so. Connal was first to react, giving her a charismatic smile and a pat on the back, "Oh yeah, I gotta snag a werewolf for myself at some point" Connal chuckled with a wink, "You like the look? We tried to pull a couple different pieces together to get our faces right, magazines helped out. Finley didn't want to tweak or appearances too much, but we had a little fun. How do you feel about the blonde? I think the last time we saw you me and Finley had hot-rod red hair right?" Connal ruffled his hair, a wave of brilliant red flowing through it as he showed off a little.

Finley tugged at the blonde locks, nodding in agreement with his brother. Sometimes they tried out new looks, always identical though. They had fought over the blonde, but in the end had mutually decided it fit the image of a Slytherin. Finley still thinks they went a little to tall on the height, but Connal had insisted that they tower over everyone. While Finley was better at controlling the Metamorphagus side of himself, Connal was the one that loved to experiment. He once was able to grow hair over his whole body, but it had taken hours for Finley to figure out how Connal did so and how to get him back to normal. Occasionally Connal would go through a fit of change and demand the twins ''re-vamp' their image, which always ended up being very small changes that no one would really notice. The most drastic morphing the boys ever took part in was of their hair, which neither of them could ever really settle on.

Finley studied Theresa for a moment, wishing he could look around to see what was happening. He was sure she had seen something, but he wasn't sure what. He was sure Connal would ask as soon as Theresa announced that all was well again.

Theresa Loker


Theresa stood absolutely still while Connal talked. She did manage to give a slight laugh when he said he should snag himself a werewolf. She thought that was funny, a pureblood actively seeking a werewolf. The only time she saw one, she got kicked out of her family and left to die. If it wasn't for the Loker's chance, she would have died, and she knew that would suck. No way would she come back as a ghost, she wanted to face whatever she had coming. After the hair remark and changing of color, she loosened a bit, and even smiled.

After a good half minute, she creaked her head to look at the spot that her old family had been moments ago. She saw no one, not her mother, Jean, waving goodbye or her father, Greg, looking proud or whatever they did after the kids entered the train, just gone. "Fits. Moment the kids is out of sight, just leave." She thought angrily. She hated them, not her siblings, she still loved them, although Merlin knows what her parents had said about her, for all she knew, they erased their memories with a strong enough charm.

When she was done looking, she turned around, a noticed how close she actually was to Connal. From an outside point, a muggle might suspect intimate relationship due to distance, and a werewolf would suspect a close bond, platonic or otherwise. Leave it to her to give that signal, and out of fear. She looked at him and said sorry before moving back to a normal distance. "Sorry about that." She said weakly, "Nice conversation though, yea, your hair was pretty red, I thought you two were trying to imitate me or something, and 'snag' a werewolf, you know what they say, we are animals, even the bed." She said trying to distract form why she had moved, but knew them well enough to know that Finley at least would want to know. "I saw my pre-Loker parents saying goodbye to my little sister, that's why I freaked." It was obvious to anyone that the Loker pack weren't blood relatives; the mom was black, Theresa had red hair, and Ria was of Spanish descent, but despite the blood, they all had in common the fact they were abandoned by their family, and this new one would love them. She thought a joke would lighten the mood somewhat. "Some big bad werewolf I am, right? Being scared by a middle aged couple, and an eleven year old."

#, as written by Ivisbo
Connal and Finley Kennison

Finley had chosen not the comment on her closeness to Connal, knowing that she had just used him as a shield from whatever she was trying to avoid. Connal noticed of course and a lecherous grin was plastered on his face. He opened his mouth to comment just as she took a step back, but Finley jabbed his brother with his elbow.

Connal turned to his brother with a glare, but Finley widened his eyes and tilted his head to Theresa. Alright, maybe now wasn't the best time to mess with the werewolf...

"Sorry about that. Nice conversation though, yea, your hair was pretty red, I thought you two were trying to imitate me or something, and 'snag' a werewolf, you know what they say, we are animals, even the bed." Connal laughed at her, even Finely let out a low chuckle that he hide with the back of his hand. Connal opened his mouth to ask what had happened, as she seemed to have gotten over her fright, but the girl beat him to it.
They listened to her explanation of her family showing up, understanding why she had tried to hide herself now. Connal reached a comforting hand out to rub her arm softly, while Finley shifted his eyes away. Of course, his upbringing had made him less then okay with the girls lifestyle. He truly only understood purebloods...but he still felt bad for her. Having to be given up by her prestigious family must have hurt.

"Some big bad werewolf I am, right? Being scared by a middle aged couple, and an eleven year old."

Connal grinned at her, shaking his head, "Nah, your plenty scary. And old people suck so its fine to avoid them. You have anyone to sit with on the ride? Me and Fin have room in our cart if your interested" Connal asked, knowing Finley would be annoyed at him inviting another passenger but really not caring. He couldn't spend his whole school year with his brother, they needed to try and venture out past their strong bond. And plus. this was a werewolf here. Connal couldn't pass up an opportunity to pester her with questions.

Theresa Loker


Theresa lightened when Connal reached out and rubbed her arm. That was something new, her old family was strict, whiel her new one constantly had wanted to make her feel loved, she felt sometimes out of obligation, and he did it for an actually human reason. She wondered how well the year would go if she had friends like these two. Finley remained in his basic stance, although he did look sympathetic to her, she suspected that he actually knew who her old family was. She never ventured to find out what cover story they used after she left, and she didn't really want to know.

She laughed at Connal's comments about old people, 'Yea, they are pretty horrid.' she thought to herself, and was taken back when Connal offered her a seat with them. She didn't know too many people, and imagined sitting with strangers, or in her nightmares, a separate cart for Mythics, but that proved untrue. She smiled and nodded her head, "Yea, that sounds like fun. We should probably head there now, don't want to miss a train we can see, I suppose." She had her big smile on, as she bragged her luggage and stood in between the two. She thought that Finley might interject, but she doubted he would out-and-out deny her the spot. She said, "And yes, Connal, I managed to find new information about my people and the condition, so feel free to start asking the questions anytime." Connal always asked her question, she didn't mind, it made her curious about the condition herself, which made her research and find a lot of facts, which made her feel smart and proud of herself.

From her spot, she could see a crowd gathering around a red-head who had fallen, although it didn't really concern her much, she couldn't really recognize anyone in the group, so she turned to her travel buddies. She motioned towards the train, in a ready? way.

Theresa Loker


The train, on the inside, Theresa reflected, seemed smaller on the inside, probably due to the fact that carts made up a train, so the hallways had to be smaller. She didn't really pay attention to the halls, she was too busy trying to follow Finley as he lead the group to an empty cart. Connal, as usual, was making sure she was alright and stayed close by her. It was endearing to her, she liked her friends.

The cart was a basic set-up, two elongated seats facing each other, spaces above to place carry on luggage, and so on and so forth. It didn't seem as magical as she thought it would be, well what she thought it would have been like when she was preparing for her first year, before the incident. Finley had placed his bird beside him, as she claimed the spot closest to the window, wanting to see everything as they passed by it. Her carry on was a simple bag she kept over her shoulder, and when she sat down, she slung it on the ground. This seemed to cause a small item to fall from it, a necklace with a pennant of a crescent moon. It was a gift from her brother for her 18th birthday, and she loved it, the only problem was that the chain and moon were both made out of silver, something she had a problem with. She was allergic, and even touching the gift caused a rash to break out all over her arms and wherever else it touched.

She grabbed her wand form her bag and picked it up with a levitation spell before dropping it back into the bag. She saw that Connal had taken the seat beside her, and she knew that she was usually the one to start a conversation whenever she saw them. "So," She said towards both of them, "what's it like at Hogwarts? I read stories and everything about it, but never what life is like there."

#, as written by Ivisbo
Connal and Finley Kennison

Connal plopped down next to Theresa, stretching his long legs across the booths to rest next to Caldwell's cage. Benton rested in his cage on the ground next to Connal, slowly nodding back to a snooze because of the spell.

He crossed his arms and leaned back against the seat, finding a comfortable spot for himself before turning to Theresa with a smile, "Its our first year at Hogwarts as well, we were home schooled. You know that!" He laughed at her, then cast his gaze over to his brother. Finley was taking having another person around surprisingly well. Usually he shied away form outside contact and stuck next to Connal, but he actually seemed to be content at the moment.

Finley rested his elbow against the window, his cheek pressed against his fist as he watched the students waving goodbye to their parents. He ignored Connal and Theresa, choosing to allow them some time. He really had no interest in joining into there small talk and he had no doubt in his mind Connal would be soon asking her about her heritage. Finley watched a group not to far away of students not to far from his age speaking, then ran his eyes over to a first-year sobbing and hugging his mother. A small smile spread across his face at the sight, wondering himself how it would have been if him and Connal had left home when they were that young. Connal would have been fine, he was always independent from their parents. But Finley knew he would more then likely be like that sobbing child outside.

Olivia glanced out the window that David had his face pressed against. There were a lot of new faces out there. Her gaze landed on a girl with red hair talking to two blond guys. The girl looked to be around her age, although she hadn't been at Hogwarts before. But something was strangely familiar about the girl. It was when she turned to board the train with the boys that Olivia could get a clear view of her face. Theresa Lightman, a girl she had grown up with. Their families had been fairly close for a long time, and Theresa and Olivia, being very close in age, had become good friends.

She hadn't seen Theresa since the summer before the girl was supposed to begin attending Hogwarts. During that first year, she had assumed that was where her friend was, but when she didn't come back for Christmas or Summer holiday, she began asking questions. Her parents' answers were vague, but they made it clear she wouldn't be coming back, and Olivia had assumed the worst.

Olivia pressed her face against the glass of the window, face very close to David's -- probably more so than was proper -- as she strained to get a better look. Surely, she was mistaken. But the longer she looked, the more sure she was it was her. She backed away from the window quickly. "Sorry," she said to David, realizing how awkward the position they had been in was. "Um, I... I have to go. I'll be back."

Backing out of the compartment she had just entered, she could hear Cleo meowing in protest that she was leaving. Olivia wasn't normally one to act on impulse like this, but it wasn't every day she saw somebody who she thought was dead. She made her way swiftly down the corridor towards the entrance she had seen them go through, looking in doors as she passed by, until she came upon the one she was looking for. She knocked on the door and, before she had a chance to talk herself out of it, opened the door to the compartment.

Immediately, her face flushed a deep shade of pink. "I, uh..." she stammered, suddenly sure that she had just lost her ability to speak. She cleared her throat, attempting to gain some semblence of composure. "Um, I'm very sorry to intrude," she finally managed to say. Abash at the realization that she had just completely barged in on these strangers, Olivia stared directly at the floor as she spoke, too embarrassed to make eye contact just yet. "I just... I saw you boarding the train and I had to know." She finally looked up at the girl. "Are you Theresa?"

She took a deep breath, proud of herself that she had actually gotten the words out. It was then that she noticed the scent in this compartment that she had been dreading since she had heard that Mythics would be permitted to attend Hogwarts. There was a werewolf in here, and whoever it was would surely be able to tell exactly what she was, too. Oh, God, she thought, knowing it was too late to back out now. What did I just get myself into?

Theresa Loker


Theresa watched outside of the cart, mainly to see what was going on, and it proved to be more first years saying goodbye to their parents, all tears and wishing of good luck and happy times. The sentiment left Theresa with a mix of sadness and disgust. Half of her wanted her real parents to be able to do that her first year, and the other half screamed, "Screw you all.". She didn't really hate all of them, but seeing that reminded her of what she missed. Not that she regretted becoming a werewolf, it was perhaps the best thing to happen to her. She had been allow to roam freely, and learn so much that her old family would have completely hated about her. She smiled slightly at the thought that her parents regretted throwing her away, but it was a small pleasure and she had to return to reality.

When Connal responded the way he did, she felt a little blush form, she had known that, but her ability with small talk was limited, and she had a semi-legitimate question in that. She tried to back her way out, "Of course I know that," She chuckled a bit, "I imagine that you two are social butterflies, so I figured you two would have some type of contact within the school. Besides who wouldn't want to be friends with naturally hot Metamorphmagus?" She smirked at her last comment, she loved to play with people, and these being some of her only friends, that meant when ever they had contact, they got a blunt force of it. She continued to look at Connal and smiled, when suddenly the door to their compartment opened.

The person who entered their compartment was a girl with brown hair, and something about her seemed oddly familiar, although she couldn't place it. The girl stammered through an apology for entering, to which Theresa only looked at her oddly, and she realized that she hadn't been breathing. She took a deep breath, and smelled something, something that bothered her nose badly. Then suddenly, something hit her like a frying pan, "Vampire... or rather, half." The voice in her head wasn't her own, and something told her to be cautious around this girl. The thought didn't make sense, but then the girl looked at her after claiming to needing to know something, and said, "Are you Theresa?". Her blood ran cold for a second, and her eyes got wide, and then her memory started to search for how she knew this familiar girl. And then for the second time, a thought hit her, "Olivia!". Olivia was one of her best friends in her Lightman days, and then she remembered that she wanted to go to her after being abandoned and before being found by the Lokers.

She looked at her former friend, not even thinking on how she was a half vampire. She stood up, and said, "Liv?" She asked, and before the girl had a chance to respond, she knew it was her, and she ran up and bear hugged the girl. She squeezed the younger girl, all the while saying, "Liv! I can't believe it's you. I missed you so much!" Her time with the Lokers had made Theresa much more impulsive, like doing things without thinking about it, and this was defiantly one of those moments.This girl was one of the things from her former life that she missed, not hated like her family, but an old friend whom she hadn't seen in years.

Olivia, already on edge with the scent of a werewolf in the compartment, stiffened as the girl quickly came at her. When she was embraced in a tight hug, she relaxed a little, and let out a breath. The scent was blaring in her nostrils now, and it became immediately clear to Olivia that the werewolf she had sensed when she walked in was her old friend. Slowly, she brought up her arms to hug her in return, then took a step back.

She cleared her throat, trying to wrap her mind around what exactly was going on here. "Theresa, what happened? How are you ali-- I mean, how did you, er..." She stopped talking, not really sure how to say what she wanted to with tact. Is there a way to ask somebody why they're alive with tact? She decided to try a different approach. "I guess, when you're parents said you were 'gone', I assumed they meant GONE gone." That probably didn't sound any better.

A thought struck her, and it made Olivia's head spin. Had Theresa's parents intentionally let people think she was dead, without coming right out and saying it? Had she been alive all this time, with her family's knowledge of it? She shook her head, glancing again around the compartment, because, really, she didn't know where to look right now. She again noticed the two guys sitting there, and nodded a silent, sheepish hello to them before looking again at Theresa, waiting for answers.

Theresa Loker


Theresa, seeing her old friend, was elated. Olivia was a part of her past that made her happy, instead of angry or sad. They had been really good friends, and she supposed that her reaction was normal given the situation. She was at a loss for words, and simply said, "Theresa, what happened? How are you ali-- I mean, how did you, er..." She knew what she would say, how was she still alive, or how did she become a werewolf. She knew that she must have smelled it by now, even a half vampire should be able to smell. She did manage to say a full sentence though, "I guess, when you're parents said you were 'gone', I assumed they meant GONE gone.". That hurt her, she knew her parents had some excuse ready, they were master liars, but saying she was simply gone, like a pet who ran away, made her angry. She saw that Olivia looked at Connal and Finley, and she wanted to talk to her alone. "Connal, Finley, this is Olivia, she is a pre-Loker friend. We need to talk privately, alright?" She didn't wait for a response, instead she just pulled Olivia by the arm outside to the hallway. Not the most private location, but hardly anyone wasn't in a cart by now. The boys had heard her story many times before, and although she liked the support, the look that Connal always gave her, a Its-going-to-be-alright look made her want to cry and punch him.

Breathing a couple of times before she told her story, she readied herself just to speak of her family. She opened with a joke, "Well, I guess you can tell that I'm not GONE gone." She chuckled nervously, a habit of hers, "Look, I'll save you a couple of questions, and just tell the short version of my life." She said, "We were at the Lake house before school began, and I went outside to practice some spells. I tried to Accio a balloon not twenty feet away, and my want flew off into the nearby forest. I found it, and a werewolf found me. Mr. Lightman killed it after I was nearly killed. They found out I was infected, so they threw me out, literally, with bandages still on. Nearly died in the forest, but my Mom found me, and invited me into her clan. Ever sense then, I lived with my parents, and two little siblings, both wolves as well. Oh yea, and my last name's Loker now." She caught her breath as she finished her tale. It always made her well up a bit, but she hadn't shed a tear for her old family in years.

After her tale, she said, "I'm glad to see you, really, but I have to know; Have you always been part vampire?" She said quietly, she had no knowledge of her family having Mythics, so it was most likely a secret, and although she didn't have it, she respected those who wished to keep things hidden. She smiled at her friend softly.

#, as written by Ivisbo
Connal and Finley Kennison

Connal chuckled at Theresa's reply and was about to explain to her what they had heard about the school when a strange girl burst through the door. Both Connal and Finley stared at her with mild interest, expressions identical. She was pretty, a dark sort of way. Connal instantly know Finley would find her much more attractive then him, but his brother never truly talked to girls in that sort of way. Connal had often considered the fact that his twin might be gay, but Finley shared his aversion to females equally with the males.

"I, uh..." the 'intruder' mumbled and both boys raise a brow at her, "Um, I'm very sorry to intrude,"
"I just... I saw you boarding the train and I had to know. Are you Theresa?" When they noticed the dark haired girl turn her attention to Theresa, both twins sort of lost interest. They stayed at attention though, postures perfect as they gave the 'guest' there full interest. "I jut... I saw you boarding the train and I had to know. Are you Theresa?"

Connal was just about to introduce himself as his twin when suddenly Theresa burst out a cry, "Olivia!". The werewolf rushed forward to hug her fried, mumbling things about missing her and such. Connal sighed, sharing a look with his brother. Finley rolled his eyes, making a grin spread across Connal's face. Squealing girls were not high on either of the twins 'like' list's and even if Connal liked the werewolf they shared the cart with...he was losing interest.

The boys ignored them for the most part, until Theresa gave a rushing introduction and them slipped out of the cart. Connal stared back at his brother, a huge sigh escaping him. "When's the train leavin'?" He asked in a slight drawl, rolling his neck back against the cushion. Finley shrugged, turning his attention back to the world outside as he rested his cheek against his fist.

"No idea. I do wish it would get a move on though" Finley answered back, to which Connal nodded in agreement. With his head leaned back against the cushion, Connal let his eyes slide shut. he crossed his arms, exhaling slowly as he got comfortable. Finley sent him a look of amusement, knowing that his brother would soon be out for the trip. In response, Finley stood and reached into his back in the over head bin. He pulled out a book, something he grabbed from the massive library at the Estate on the way out that morning. He glanced at the cover, frowning at the title 'Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration'. He had no idea why he had grabbed a book on something he was very well versed in, but it would tide him over for the journey while Connal slept.

Finley slid back into the seat, opening the book to its first page and began to read.