I actually prefer hearing the news, just because I hate being blindsided.
I- I don’t know, I just know that… I’m tired. I’m exhausted, and I can’t even begin to understand how we’re supposed to… Actually smile again.
Maybe, but I wouldn’t know where to start doing research on a man who works for the Ministry, since we’re not allowed out of the castle, nor is anyone at the Ministry likely to hand us information about him. All we have is what’s here, and-… that’s not going to give us an idea of who he is, what he wants, if he’s actually a bad person-… It’s frustrating, and very limiting, since we can’t do shit all from Hogwarts. Any ideas?
Right- There’s that to consider too, and I doubt he’s in any of the History books that we have in the library either. This is where we should’ve had that muggle thing- Finternet? I can’t remember what it’s called… I- I actually think we should try to get a hold of Nolan. See if he can’t look into things, perhaps. He might know something already, and he’s in a better position to find out. Do you know if there is a way for us to reach him?
"It doesn’t seem real, does it? I wasn’t exactly a fan of the Minister but… it all just seems too real, doesn’t it?"
It’s… It was definitely unexpected, and the worst part is- I think I already know who was behind his murder, but I can’t… I can’t prove it.
I guess the old saying is true, “no news is good news.” Cause there hasn’t been any news thats actually good for a long time.
I wish they would just… Not give us news at all, because this is all… It’s actually ridiculous how things just… Are not getting better.
They-… they interviewed Lowell. About Lennox. As if Lowell actually gave a shit about him at all-… but I honestly can’t believe he’s dead either. I didn’t know him, obviously, but-… he kind of felt like the last remaining hope we had, and now-… now the Ministry is going to be in the hands of some-… I don’t even know, since we know nothing about him.
For all we know… Lowell might even have been behind the murder of Lennox. We don’t know anything about him other than the fact that he’s… A bad person. Lowell Tegus, that was his name right? Maybe we should do some research on him now that we have his full name, figure out more about him and all. Just wait and see, Keller, once they decide who the next Minister is, we won’t be surprised at all to hear that it’s this Lowell person.
There were a few times he believed he understood Philip, perhaps on a level that others hadn’t tried to understand him on, though other times he couldn’t understand him at all. Or more he didn’t know why Philip didn’t seem to understand him. He couldn’t just leave, it wasn’t as simple- to him it would never be that simple. There was Tuesday to think about and the friends he’d managed to make, there was a time when he could give up everything at Hogwarts but things had changed and more importantly he had changed. “You don’t understand, I can’t just decide to leave, I have people here that need me- that I need.” The vampire seemed almost irritated as he shifted his weight and ran a hand through his hair again. “And what about the people who need you outside of Hogwarts? I- This isn’t the point of me being here, talking about why you should stay isn’t important but you have to just listen to me, please?” The Slytherin still felt the need to defend himself- to make sure the other knew his decision wasn’t meant to hurt anyone but he had to stay. However, as usual, Philip was right. It didn’t matter why he wanted to stay or if he was going to, not right now at least. Tyler sucked in a deep breath, holding it for a moment, before releasing the air in a misted breath. “Philip, why are Vampires joining with Werewolves? Why just some and what Werewolves? They can’t be expected to protest throughout the day and honestly they don’t seem like the protesting type. You can’t keep things like this from me and then expect me to leave, I need to know.” They were quiet again for a moment before the other opened his mouth to speak, "Tyler, they-"
He cut off so quickly, head snapping around to a sound Tyler didn’t even hear, that Tyler could barely register what was happening until a low sound left the mans throat in front of him. If he hadn’t heard Werewolves growl he would have called it that but the sound was less of a growl and more of a hiss, a defensive warning that came from an expression masked with darkened features. "Werewolf." The moment Philip spoke he heard the familiar call and turning in the direction he could see the Ravenclaw sprinting towards them. He opened his mouth to speak, to say anything and explain that this wasn’t what it looked like, that none of this was what it looked like. But Philip was grabbing his wrist and tugging him a few steps away. It sunk in quickly that as much as Zane was attempting to warn him about Philip, Philip was attempting to save him from Zane. Without a word he pulled back on the grip on his wrist and shoved the vampire back a few steps, shaking his head as he managed to splutter the first word that came to mind, “Go.” He didn’t have time to say anything else before Zane was between them and in the next instance Philip was gone, as silently as he’d arrived. Tyler felt slightly embarrassed and somewhat humbled by the worry that came from his class mate and yet he could barely make sense of all the questions that he was asking. He should cover this up but how? He could deny knowing Philip and then it’d seem like vampires were needlessly on the grounds and why would he be in the forest anyway? A moment or two of silence fell after the others last question before he cleared his throat and looked towards the ground, “I’m fine, he wasn’t going to- he wouldn’t have hurt me.”
It was almost scary how quickly his senses had picked up on the strange scent, but as soon as the creature had stormed off, the smell was gone along with it. But the one thing that still remained was the metallic scent that was stuck in his nostrils. The smell of blood. Zane stared out into the trees, but he could see nothing. The creature was faster than he could ever hope to be. Slowly, he turned back to Tyler, seeing his discomfort with all of his questions, and a deep frown set in his features. “That was… That was a vampire, wasn’t it?” he asked, his yellow eyes piercing into the Slytherin’s eyes. “Did you know that… Thing? That creature? What was it doing here?” His senses might be more powerful when he allowed a small part of the werewolf in him to come to the surface, but that didn’t mean he could read minds, and he had absolutely no intention of letting the Slytherin talk his way out of this. A vampire in the forest was absolutely not a good sign, it wasn’t a good sign at all. But Tyler hadn’t even seemed afraid by its presence. He hadn’t been worried at all, which confused Zane more than he could possibly explain with words.
He walked closer to the Slytherin, and closed his eyes firmly as he called back the werewolf in him, and felt his senses going back to normal. His hearing got weaker, his sense of smell went back to normal, and when he opened his eyes, they were the normal blue that they always were. “Tyler, what’s going on? Who was that, and what was… What was it doing here?” He was firm in his belief that something new was going on, and Tyler had the answers to it all. And Zane didn’t want to accept lies about this. That had been a vampire, and if vampires were in the forest, it would have to mean bad news. And none of them wanted any more bad news, Zane wasn’t sure they would even be able to handle it. “Talk to me, Tyler. I thought… I thought you were in danger.”
"Oh, sure. I’d like to show you. Most people don’t really care too much about art so I usually keep them to myself. They’re actually starting to pile up in the dorm."
Oh no, I’d love to see them, actually. I didn’t even know that you painted, so I would actually love to see what you’ve made so far.
And they decided to get a statement from him. I can’t… Believe he’s dead though. This isn’t good.