ROAMING AROUND, ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN' // OPEN *

[REAGAN VICTORIA GREYBACK]

A tall slender figure walked through the entrance hall after her very pointless care of magical creatures lesson. Having picked four main subjects to take this year, she defiantly regretted taking care of magical creatures. The dirt blonds skirt was neatly rolled three times, and her shirt was untucked and the top three buttons had been undone. The green and silver tie done up in a large knot and her plain white socks pulled up just below her knees, she had slung her robe over her shoulder and her bag hung loosely inches off the marble floor. Shoving past a few second years, she made her way into the dungeon with a lot on her mind, and she never had a lot on her mind. It was very rare for her to take things into consideration, but this time she was.

Walking into the girls dorm, she popped open her trunk and scrambled through all the neatly folded clothes that her older sister had packed for her. Reaching inside she pulled out a pair of black tights, denim shorts, and a white vest top with a long black cardigan. Putting on her tights, she pulled over them a pair of shorts and then slipped her white vest top on. Slamming her trunk shut she brushed her hair a bit and fluffed it up before putting on a black necklace that had a large knot near the end. Slipping on some shoes she put on her black cardigan and pushed the sleeves up to her elbow and put her wand into her pocket before she left the girls dorm. Walking through the common room, she could smell a mixer or smells; werewolf, vampire and human. All those smells mixed together made her feel sick.

Being able to identify different species was great, and she knew the smells from the werewolves would be coming from either her family or the Wulfe family, either one. Then the vampire smell would obviously be coming from either the oldest Bludd sibling or either of the D'eath siblings. These days there was so many species in the school. There was around fourteen werewolves she knew of and they were only her family and the Wulfe family. So there were two packs of wolfs in the school, and any indivudal werewolves were basically on there own, every werewolf had a pack and if you didn't have a pack, you was screwed. When it came to vampires there were around fifteen, from the Bludds and the D'eaths, but if you added Reagan's worst enemy, that would make sixteen.

Yes maybe vampires could move faster and were stronger in their human form and werewolves weren't, but if any vampire got in the way of a werewolf during their change, they wouldn't get out alive. Well, so she liked to think. Walking through the common room she spotted the Wulfe girl sat down with one of the human slytherins and her brother was perched on the arm of her chair. It was clear the vampire smell was coming from the Bludd boy and he was sat some distance away from the trio. Reagan gave a cold glare and he returned it.

Leaving the common room, the portrait shut close behind her as she continued to walk through the cold empty dungeons, and the fresh air entered her nostrils. No mixtures, just pure fresh air. The only scent she cold smell was the damp. As she left the dungeons she checked to make sure the vampire boy wasn't following her, seeing as any vampire would love to kill a werewolf while no one was there to witness the event. Quickly but silently, she jogged up the stairs and jumped onto each moving stair case and got off at the third floor. Reagan was very aware some time ago that this floor had been forbidden, as the three headed dog had been hidden behind one of these door ways, but not anymore, time had moved on and hogwarts was safe from any evil. Well, Reagan knew it wasn't but everyone else thought it would be fine and no evil would ever come back again.

Opening one of the wooden doors she let herself in and quietly closed the door behind her, and peered inside the trophy room. Reagan liked coming here, only to imagine her name as top qudditch player but of course it wasn't. It never would be, but Reagan liked to dream. She walked over to the glass cabinet and stared inside for a moment and went into thought. Recently she had fallen for her friend Tristan, but Dakota liked him and it had caused a argument, it was even worse Reagan was a werewolf and she was a blood thirsty vampire.