Lycanthropy is the Topic of the Day
Who: Cora and Langdon
Where: Hogwarts Library
When: 25 October, 2007, a Thursday.
Synopsis: Langdon has a lot of questions for this particular werewolf.
Logger: Cora "Fangs" Petit


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Hogwarts Castle - Library

Diffuse golden light is given off by enclosed globes of flame bracketed to
towering mahogany bookshelves, flickering into even the dustiest recesses of the
stacks. Here and there, open areas are littered with open tables, each set with
chairs comfortable enough to sit in for hours, should one of the students need
to study that long. At the end of certain popular shelves, small end tables with
decorative lace doilies offer non-functional stained-glass lamps. The
librarian's table is set near the expansive doors, kept impeccably neat. Hidden
away in the darkness to the back of the library is a roped-off section, a wooden
plaque overhead reading 'Restricted Section: Do Not Enter Without Permission'.

Contents:
Langdon
Obvious Exits:
Restricted Area Corridor

October has turned nasty in recent days. Rain, and lots of wind have kept most
of the students inside for the time being, and one of the more common places to
congregate is the library. Langdon, sitting at one of the tables near the middle
of the stacks is leaning back in his chair, reading a particularly old looking
book.

Cora is among some of the older students. She's currently standing along a shelf
of books in the Magical Creatures section, reaching out for a particularly large
volume. With the other hand she moves a small handkerchief to her face, wiping
at her nose a bit. Perhaps she's fighting a bit of a cold.

Langdon does not appear to be doing homework, but he is immersed in the book
he's reading, so, Cora's digging around for books is missed as he turns a page.

Cora sneezes, and none too softly at that, the handkerchief held up to her face
to try and muffle the sound. Yeah. Right. Then she tucks the volume beneath her
arm and moves to find a table.

Langdon looks up at the sound of sneezing, and now notices Cora walking out of
the stacks. He gives her a wave, tilting his head a little, "Sick?" he asks, as
he appears to have a keen grasp of the obvious.

Cora slumps into a chair at the table with the first year boy, "Dunno," she
says, though it sounds more like, "Dumbo." She pauses then to blow her nose. The
title of her book is pretty weighty: Policies and Procedures for the Managment
of Magical Creatures, ~ A practical guide by the Ministry of Magic.

Langdon nods and frowns a little, "Well..hope you feel better soon." he says.
The boy glances at the title of the book that Cora has and asks, "Are you taking
Care of Magical Creatures?"

Cora nods, "Yes," she says, cracking open the cover of the book, "I'm thinking
about adding law next year as well. Thought I'd give some of it a preview, to
see if I can manage some of the heavier theory."

Langdon ahhs quietly. He goes back to his book for a few minutes. Eventually, he
looks up, frowning a little, "Hey, can I ask you a question?
Err...about..well..about werewolves?"

Curiously, the chapter she's flipped to is also about them, "Sure," she says.
Then the question seems to remind her of something. She reaches into her book
bag and pulls out a small vial of potion. She unscrews it, then downs the
contents wordlessly.

"Well..I was talking with William a couple weeks ago about his wand, and he said
that its..um..something and werewolf hair." Langdon starts. He makes no comment
of Cora drinking some strange potion in front of him, but continues, "I was
wondering..why werewolf hair? I mean, isn't it just a person's hair really when
you get down to it?"

Cora makes a face at the after of whatever the contents of the bottle is. Then
she tosses the used bottle back in her bag before answering, "Yeah it should be
werewolf hair. I sold some over the summer, for some extra coin." She smirks,
"It's brutal that they actually used it. As for the properties to it, I wouldn't
know. I'm really not a wand maker."

"YOU sold some? But..I mean." Langdon starts, before he considers something,
"What else do they use werewolf hair for in the wizarding world?"

Cora pauses to think about that for a bit, "Well I know sometimes potions calls
for it, but not any potions you'll make here."

"How did they get the hair from you if you were transformed into a werewolf?"
Langdon asks next. He is a curious sort.

Cora hasn't really had a chance to even skim what the pages before her are
talking about, but she doesn't seem cross about it. At least, not yet. She
chuckles, "It's not like we loose all our marbles," she explains, "Wolfsbane
can't stop the transformation, but it does help us, at least remember some
things. And then we have to clean our kennels in the morning. I just, took some
of the fur from it to a wand maker, and sold it. He was glad to have it. I don't
know why, but he paid handsomely. I may do it again when things are tight.
Kind've like a muggle donating blood, is how I see it, except I actually get
compensated."

Langdon ohs, frowning a little, "I thought you just turned into some big hulking
half man half wolf thing like you see in the movies you know." His cheeks are a
bit darker as he quickly looks back down at his own reading.

Cora giggles a bit, and flips a couple pages in the book. Then she spins the
book around, and pushes it towards you, "No it's more like this," she explains,
"We're actually only slightly larger than real wolves. Males tend to be a bit
larger than females."

"Well that doesn't look anything at all like the wolfman." Langdon replies,
looking down at the picture. "I mean, here I thought it was terrible they were
locking you up in some small cage when you turn into some big angry wolf person,
but, that's not SO bad now. I mean, if you're just like regular wolves and its
not cramped or anything."

Cora shrugs a bit, "It's just more inconvenience than anything. I'd love to
spend the night just running. I always want to run," she sighs, "But that
wouldn't be smart. I know I'd go straight for the flesh if I found someone. It's
just ... part of who you are during that night. Part of whole I'll be, tomorrow
night, actually."

"Couldn't they get you a treadmill or anything? I mean, running is probably very
good for you if you're in the shape of a wolf. Wears you out until you go to
sleep." Langdon suggests, considering.

Cora ponders that for a few moments, "I dunno," she manages, before pausing the
blow her nose.

Langdon smiles just a little and says, "Maybe you should ask for one. It would
be a nice gesture of them to give you one."

Cora gives a bit of a nod, "Maybe I will, Though I doubt I'll get it. I don't
get pillows or blankets already, because I tend to eat them, and feathers give
me an upset stomach." Then, she sneezes again.

Langdon asks, "Well, if you keep your wits about you, why do you end up eating
blankets and pillows? That sounds just counter productive. Maybe you need to
relax a bit before they put you in your cage for the night."

Cora shrugs a bit, "I'm not sure honestly. They smell tasty," she sounds puzzled
by it, "But there's never any real blood. They are always a disappointment, but
they are also always a temptation. I ... suck at resisting temptation, if you
haven't noticed."



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