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Theresa Loker

"Look how pretty the moon looks.... So full."

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a character in “Harry Potter: The Mythic Conflict”, as played by LightANDDark

Description

Theresa Marie Loker
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Age: 18
Race: Mythic- Werewolf
Year 7th year
Bloodline: Mythic- Werewolf, former pureblood
House:Slytherin



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Wand: 9 inches, cherry, Kneazle whisker
Patronus: Swan
Familiar: None
Likes:
  • Magical Animals
  • Moonlight
  • Red Meats
  • Dueling
  • Fire

Dislikes:
  • Magical Plants
  • Wolfsbane potion
  • People who believe they are better than her
  • Sour Foods
  • Her biological family


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Personality:Theresa is a very complex person. She was raised by her biological family to always hold your head up and never let others know what you are truly feeling, as saving face is more important than anything. This is true with her to an extent, as she will try to keep herself classy on some occasions, however rare they may be. She can speak with a very sophisticated manner, and could aim to please and would mostly please.
That aspect of her is minor compared to how she behaves most of the time. Raised by her adoptive parents to enjoy the moment, she is very keen on making the most out of what is happening. She loves to talk and learn about people and their experiences, however will completely ignore or insult anyone who looks down upon Mythics. She freely gives out personal information, but keeps her biological family mainly secret, as she hates them.
One trait that is prevalent in her is her wit and ability to hold a grudge. The former shows when she talks, as she loves to use play on words and be playful when she is in the mood. She also likes to have verbal fights with people showing the same wit. The latter of the two shows whenever she is insulted, which can be done without realizing it. She can hold a grudge until she has gotten her payback, or the guilty shows a genuine sign of apology, as which she will totally forgive them, until they mess up again.
Finally, she has a very strong passion for magical animals. This is what she is best in, and always wants to find more or learn about them. In this regard, this is her best subject, and she knows it. However, the exact opposite could be said for magical plants. For some reason, she hates them, and they hate her. Nothing would give her more pleasure than burning down a green house, except a steak that is cooked medium rare.

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Short Biography:Theresa Marie Loker was born as a member of the pureblood family Lightman. A proud family, she was the oldest of six siblings by the time she was 9 years old, with two sets of twins in the family. She was raised very uptight during her time with them; always wear dresses, be ladylike, and remember the pureblood legacy. She was happy, if a bit constricted with her family, but this would change at the age of 11. She had already been accepted into Hogwarts, gotten her wand, and still had a month before she had to leave, when the family decided that they would spend some time at their lake house in the English countryside. One night, while playing around, she accidently made her wand fly off into the forest, and not wanting to ask for help, she ran into the forest to retrieve it. It was their she had her first experience with a werewolf.
It attacked very quickly, biting her chest, and causing her to scream bloody murder. Her father heard her, and came running after. When he discovered her, he killed the werewolf, and ran back home with her. After having a nurse look at her, it was known that she was infected. Her family, shamed, knew that having a werewolf daughter would destroy them, so they decided to leave her. That's it, they just left her in the forest, to fend for herself, although she did manage to sneak her wand.
It was while starving in the woods that she was found by a woman, who took her in. It turned out she and her husband were both werewolves, and the two other kids they had were abandoned after being turned. She was adopted into this family, and had her last name changed, as she hated her old family. Her time with the Lokers was excellent. Both of her 'parents' had attended a Hogwarts, and they trained her in magical skills. She grew very good at explosive and fire spells.
Overtime, the transformation became something she looked forward to, as it felt freeing, if very painful. She has always refused to take wolfsbane, unless they travel into a city, because she likes feeling wild. When she heard that her kind were being allowed into Hogwarts, she knew she had to go. Her 'parents' agreed to let her and her 'siblings' go. She is very excited to finally go to Hogwarts, but is nervous because her siblings would still be in the school, along with her adoptive ones.

Miscellaneous: Theresa is allergic to silver, a total werewolf stereotype, but she was before the change. Also, she has a thing for smart guys.
All of her family at Hogwarts, both biological and adoptive are as follows:
  • Susan Lightman-5th year
  • Anne Lightman- 5th year
  • Scott Lightman- 4th year
  • Derek Lightman- 4th year
  • Rose Lightman- 1st year
  • Dylan Loker- 6th year
  • Ria Loker- 3rd year

So begins...

Theresa Loker's Story

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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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.

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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."

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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.