Forest Retreat (Open)

[Damon Greyback]

Although he never knew them as well as some people did, Damon had the feeling to go and pay some respects to some of the most powerful and greatest of all in Hogwarts. One of the former headmasters and staff members was buried in this area as he came to look at the tombs. The other reason of course he was out here was simply to be left alone. He needed a few moments to himself, to get away from the school and the life work that was put into going there. If anything this place would be a last resort for him if he had a sudden change into the werewolf form of his. Of course, he always kept track of the moon phases to make sure that he could escape the campus in time.

And many of his teachers in the past had often wondered why he had so many absences at a time and managed to keep up his work at a decent pace. He was just used to it by now. Of having 16 or 17 years so of having to deal with that side just by himself and his sister was tough. But he wondered what it'd be like if he met another werewolf, it for one probably wouldn't end so well since they are known to get into fights or have rages of anger. Or the second option was make an alliance if that was possible.

Either way, Damon felt like he was one of the few at Hogwarts who had a werewolf form. He didn't know who to turn too if he or his sister needed help in controling it or just another problem arised. For now he found himself sitting up on one of the large rocks that jetted out of the ground, almost acting like a point. The rocks around here were all different shapes and sizes as he looked over the scenary that Snape and Albus had to look at in their resting place. He seemed to be lost in thought as he thought over some things about these people, 'These men were great. I doubt a werewolf will ever be. We'll be something to be feared as they always have been in history...'

[Billie Exxis Hawthorne]

Billie sometimes felt like she was missing parts of her life. She had no idea who her father was, she had no idea why her body shut down once a month during the full moon. Everything about her seem to be a mystery. She often wondered how she would feel if she found out who her father was, if he would be a wizard, or a muggle. Human or something else. She had no idea anymore and just wanted to get away from the people who questioned why she was the way she was. Her mother had no answers, and her brothers were only babies when her mother was attacked. Hell they still called her Phoenix because of her first sign of magic. She was the only magical person in her family and the only one with such a burden over her head.

After taking a stroll though the grounds, she ended up at the War Memorial. She was from a muggle family, she had no idea who these people were except for names in a book. Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, all just fictional characters to her. She ran her hand over the cool white marble headstones and realized she wasn't alone. She looked up and saw a guy sitting on some of the white stones. Something about him seemed familiar, like she knew him from somewhere. Probably just someone who she passed in a hallway or something like that.

"Hello up there." She called, smiling. Sure she wanted to be alone but he seemed like a nice enough guy. People said that she would be useless in the real world, she saw the best in everyone. Since her mother always treated her so well, she never saw any of the fights between her mother and her mom's exhusband.
"Escaping the world too?" She asked, brushing her dark hair out of her eyes and smiled at him. She really wanted to figure out why he looked so familiar.

[Damon Greyback]

Damon seemed to be calm as he was watching the area around him as it remained calm. But he heard a voice speak up as he seemed a bit surprised, but nothing to startle him with. He looked around seeing that there was another person nearby. He saw her figures, a young women probably around his age that went to the school too no doubt. But he didn't do anything harsh towards her after nearly startling him, it wouldn't have been right. "Hello to you as well." Damon replied seeing that it was only fair to give her a response instead of ignoring her just like that.

"And yes. I come out here a few times to get away from the craziness at school. It can be chaotic after all." Damon said as he remained sitting on the stones. "Also my name's Damon, I'm a slytherin." He added as he looked back at her. In a way she almost reminded him of his sister, she had that black hair like she did and it was long too. He wondered what his sister was up to now and again being that they were in different houses and of course she was a girl. If they were in the same house they would have seen her more often, but almost everyone knew of the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry and that would cause problems.

"You just surprised me was all. I thought I was out here by myself." Damon explained hoping to at least start on a conversation here. She looked like she was the friendly type, not the one to shy away at all towards things. So he had some confidence that he wouldn't frighten her away at all by anything that he said. Of course he had no idea just how similiar they were when the moon turned full...once a month.

[Billie Exxis Hawthorne]

She did feel bad for scaring him, but it wasn't intentional. She was sure that he was just lost in thought when she came up on him. She was happy that he was out here for the same reason she was, her ears were extremely sensitive so too much loud noise would give her a headache. Billie smiled when he introduced himself,
"I'm Billie, I'm in Hufflepuff, sixth year." She didn't know many Slytherins, there was some unspoken things that the two houses just stayed away from each other. Most Hufflepuffs thought that Slytherins were dangerous and never to be trusted.

She smiled and climbed up on an adjacent jutting rock and smiled at Damon and swung her legs back and forth in an almost childish manner. She was the type who always saw the light and happiness in everything.
"Yeah, I didn't think that anyone would be out here. It is a perfect place to come and think." She stopped swinging her legs and just sat looking at him.

Tilting her head to the side and gave him a really good look, there was something so... she couldn't put her finger on it. She didn't want to assume that they were related, since her mother was raped by Billie's father. She would hate to claim that this boy in front of her was related to that monster in any way. Plus, she was toying with the thought that her biological father was a werewolf, not exactly something that normal people ask people.

[Damon Greyback]

Damon nodded as he agreed with Billie, that was exactly why he came out here to come and think. He was by himself, it was a calm and peaceful setting, but no one really thought of that sometimes when they thought of a graveyard. Well to Damon the dead were dead, nothing more, and they couldn't hurt you. He watched Billie as she came up to sit up on the rocks he couldn't help but smile. Though it was a calm and soft one, "It's nice to meet you Billie. But I promise you I'm not a jumpy kind of person. I promise you that." He assured her that it didn't happen often each time he was startled. It was just on this occasion, he had thought he was alone. Apparently he had been wrong.

He had however noticed that Billie was watching him, was it the way he was sitting? Or just trying to take in his entire details. Damon did notice something however, that there was an odd feeling when he looked back at Billie from time to time. Not that it was a bad one, it was just a strange way to describe it. Either way he didn't mind it at all, he had feelings that were strange sometimes towards his sister, but he always kept close to her no matter what he thought about her.

"It is. I come out here on weekends a lot too when I'm free as well. Hardly anyone comes here sometimes, but you can tell when they have visited this place by the refreshed flowers." Damon said as he looked down to see if they had been replaced by anyone recently. Unfortunately they hadn't been as they seemed to have wilted somewhat, though the rain was plentyful around here. Flowers sometimes just couldn't make it all the time as he looked back at the girl sitting next to her. "And I'm afraid not, no one has come before us this time."

[Billie Exxis Hawthorne]

She tried to stop staring so that she didn't freak him out. The last thing she really wanted was to make him uncomfortable with her. She just wanted to make some friends and he seemed like a nice enough guy.
"You were lost in thought, I don't think any less of you." She smiled and got comfortable on the rock, picking up her behind to dislodge a rock that was nestling into her right thigh and flicked it onto the ground. She wasn't sure why she was meeting all of these people lately who reminded her of well... her brothers. She never felt so comfortable around Slytherins as she did around Hunter and Damon.

She smiled when he said that he would come here on weekends. She looked over at the tombs and sighed slightly,
"It's weird to think of these people as being alive. I've only heard about them a few years ago." Since she was raised as a muggle, she only thought that wizards who sacrificed themselves for others lived in movies. Now, the fact that she could go to a wizarding school was thanks to the two men buried below her.

She looked down at the beautiful flowers and smiled, happy that someone was taking care of this place. It seemed almost sacred to the wizarding community so she would hope that at least the flowers were tended to. It seemed like people polished and cleaned the tombs to make sure the marble didn't get dirty. "You seem like something is bothering you, I know I don't know you very well, but is there something you want to talk about?" She really hoped she wasn't over stepping some boundaries, but it was in her nature to try to help people.

[Damon Greyback]

"It's okay." Damon assured Billie with a soft nod as he looked back at her. It was bound to happen to anyone if they got startled like he had done so. He watched her as she tossed the rock off the marble surface, not saying much about it though. It seemed out of place from the smooth surface that had been polished so frequently. However he had heard a bit more than she had about the two men that were buried in the tombs below. One was a headmaster and the other was a teacher that had gone to the school.

"I've heard of them of course only in stories, some teachers liked to talk about them. Other older wizards or witches probably knew them a lot better if they had gone to this school. My adoptive parents hadn't unfortunately." Damon explained as he tried to tell how he knew about them. He had also known that her sister was a bit of a bookworm, she loved to read, so on occasions she found stories about them in the books. But of course, it was hard to say whether or not they were just mere stories or on the actual thing that happened.

"Well in a way something is. I had this odd feeling hit me once I saw you come in, I didn't notice it until just now as I thought about it." He said not at all minding that she was talking about it. Though if he wanted to hide it he could have simply said no, but she didn't look like that person who would constantly find him strange after explaining that. If anything he and Billie could get along just as he had done with his own sister, of course he hadn't known the relationship with their father just yet.

[Billie Exxis Hawthorne]

She smiled when he said that he heard stories about the men, that was all she ever heard too.
"My mum is a muggle, she thought my acceptance letter was a big joke." She knew that most people had some magical person in their family any more, but she just didn't. Billie always supposed her father had some sort of ability. He might be a werewolf, but there were too many in England, hell in the whole world, for her to look up every wolf in the world to ask if they raped a woman sixteen years ago.

A bit of relief went though her when she realized that she wasn't the only one who felt that weird connection.
"It's weird, but I felt that too." She wasn't sure, but she was meeting a lot of people lately who made her think about her father. She was sure it was strange, but she had a feeling deep inside of herself that they were all connected somehow. Her, Hunter, Damon. She was sure there were more people, but for now, she just wanted to figure out what was the connection.

She looked him over,
"For some reason, you and someone else I met keep making me think about my biological father. It's really strange." She smiled and knew she was acting a little weird. She just wanted answers about what was going on in her life. She wanted to know if the connection she felt with Damon and Hunter meant that they were her brothers, if she had another family made by the man who attacked her mother.

[Damon Greyback]

"My parents are both muggles, well adoptive ones anyways. They didn't know a thing about my real parents oddly they only found myself and my sister and no trace of a parent or parents anywhere." Damon said knowing it was certainly a mystery case by now. But he had figured if his parents were alive they would have come looking for himself by now. But no such thing has happened since that time, and he figured they may as well have forgotten him or had not wanted himself or his sister. "But it's clear that they had a bit of magical blood in them." He added knowing that one thing was true.

"It's possible. I feel that way sometimes around my sister. That connection that I have with her, it's just as strong as it's here around you." Damon said as he realized he should probably give his sister's name by now. "Her name's Delilah and she's a Gryffindor. You might have seen her around here a few times." he said with a shrug, he didn't know if she knew Delilah or not. There were so many people in the school it was hard to keep track of them all at once. But he was a bit interested in who this other person was that Billie talked about. Was there perhaps another werewolf out there besides him and his sister? And the other thing that he never figured out just yet, was Billie herself was a werewolf. Well they'd find out when the next moon was full, but that wasn't for awhile.

But imagine that, a bunch of werewolves under one roof gathered at the school. If anything, that would have possibly made a spot on the Daily Prophet if they were lucky enough. Or it would have been the other way around and given them a bad name, and they didn't need that. But still it would be kind of interesting to see what would happen and what went down that night.

[Billie Exxis Hawthorne]

She listened to Damon's story and knew she would never be able to deal with not knowing who her parents are. If she didn't have her mom, she would lose her mind. Everything that she did, it was for her mother. She always felt like she needed to make her proud. Her brothers were her confidants, they kept her secrets when she was learning her abilities. They would exploit her to get them things without moving from in front of the telly, but, protected her nevertheless.
"If your parents loved you, I guess that's all that matters." Bright side of life, that was her motto in life.

Billie smiled a little when he said that she reminded him of his biological sister.
"I've never met her, but I would love to." She wanted to meet the rest of her maybe-family. She might have to see her face to fully make sure that she did or didn't know the girl.
"So this means you're a Greyback too?" She did realize since he was put up for adoption, he might not know if he was either, it would be nice not to be the only one who wasn't sure who her father was. Hunter seemed to know a little bit about him, enough to let Billie know a bit about him. She wanted to find out if she was a werewolf and what all of that meant. It would explain so much about herself and maybe answer some questions about herself. She had to smile a bit more than usual, she was excited to know her maybe-family.

"Wonder how many there are." She asked, almost reading his thoughts. She could see the cover page picture of maybe a dozen students who never knew each other before this year. A dozen students who were all connected by a single asshole who wanted to fuck a bunch of women and make children.

[Damon Greyback]

"Yes that would be true." Damon agreed as he listened to Billie as she spoke upabout what a family was. If they loved you, that was all that mattered. He was sure the Bryne family would have loved to meet Billie, and the fact that they were related was another thing. He was sure they would have seen nothing wrong or different about her. As they put up with two werewolves, how hard would a third one be? It was a question that didn't seem to bother him that much now.

"Well I can try and see if we could get you over to her. She usually is free in the afternoon on most days as she likes her classes in the morning. I'm sure she would enjoy it too." Damon added as he spoke with her. He was actually enjoying the conversation as he felt comfortable with her. It was the same way like he had with his sister many times in the past. Damon however was not really interested on meeting their father, if they had wanted to meet them, he should have now. Now that he was about seventeen years old he figured the man would have come by now. But no. There was no sign of his actual father anywhere. Or the next option was...he didn't know that all three of them exsisted. And that was certainly an option.

"Yes both my sister and I are greybacks. But I'm not sure about that question. There could be several others out there. On the other hand I'm not interested in meeting our maker, he wasn't there for our first mother as he left us with nothing. It's been about seventeen years now and you think he would have shown up to at least visit us once. But that's not the case." Damon said as he realized he was being a bit serious on his tone towards his father as he realized it may have been harsh. The opposite maybe of what Billie was thinking, but he couldn't read her mind.

"I'm sorry about that, but it is the truth to what I think about him. I've thought about several options of what he could be like, hoping one day he'd come to meet us, help us with our werewolf half. But it never did." He added as he let out a low sigh. For most of his life he helped out his sister with their werewolf halves. Always trying to make sure each one was safe or had a back to rely on. In fact, in away it was better than having no one.