We camped out on the living room floor


In our old sleeping bags, by a make-believe fire


In a tent made of covers, we talked for hours.

Aianna didn’t see the point of coming into a class about the History of Magic, she’d fail it anyways. She was never good at the whole ‘studying and school’ thing. It was just not her. Even worse, her uncle taught it. That meant, she’d feel his raging temper for another hour because if the incident earlier with Snape. Oh great. Now, she had gotten on the bad side of one of the only teachers here who trusted her. She sighed as she weeded in and out of the hallways, dodging first and seconds years who seemed to be getting lost every five seconds. Even worse, she was being glared at by half of the slytherin population. It wasn’t her fault the chap had insulted her. He deserved it. It wasn’t her fault that her grandfather had been bitten by a werewolf, thus passing the gene onto her generation. Maybe the gods hated her. She needed to pray more, maybe do a couple dances. They would be happy then, right? Of course they would. It worked when Johnny had done it, but he was a Native American chief. Hmm. That could be why. She quickly leapt over the changing staircases that lead her to the classroom where she was supossed to be. She did with grace as most human wolves did, they were half-wolves, meaning leaping was one of the greatest things given to them. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed out her school uniform before walking in.

Aianna was very different than most people, maybe it was the black furry tail that was constantly swinging between her legs underneath her robes. Or perhaps it was the fangs that replaced her human canines. Or it was the fact that even though she smiled and remained happy all the time, everytime someone wasn’t looking a solemn look crossed her face. She was wearing the boy’s Gryffindor uniform, the only girl in the school allowed to do so because of her “problems” with her tail lifting the skirt up. Not that it mattered to her, Aianna was a tomboy, she loved wearing pants opposed to skirts. Her brown-black long hair was pulled back in a French-braid to keep it away from her face, her slightly pointed ears were bare for the world to see. She stepped into the classroom with a brisk trot, before taking a seat, in the middle of the classroom. Not in the front but not near the back either. It was the perfect spot for someone who was going to dose off. She felt her uncle’s eyes glare into her back as she moved across the room, rolling her eyes in response. Couldn’t he give it up already? Sitting down, she laid her bag on the floor before stretching back into the seat, putting her boots on the desk infront of her. Hell, they already knew she did this. It was just her normal behavior. Aianna looked around the room, spotting Ron’s friend, Harry Potter and another sixth year who she had not required the name of yet. Her face soon set into a scowl as she saw Malfoy and Blacknet. This class was going to be hell. Now, let the howling noises begin.

’Oh dear, if it isn’t Malfoy and his gang of manwhores. Its so sad, how you can’t get any for yourself, Malfoy. I thought you’d be fucking Pansy Parkinson by now. You, fellow, what’s your name, again? Oh yes, Blacknet. Calysto, right? Does Malfoy do a good job? Or is he rather bad at it?’

She knew she was stirring up trouble but frankly, she didn’t give a shit. They would start teasing her as soon as she would sit down, so why not start ahead this time?

My two brothers and me


Keeping the faith, racing with destiny.


They were angels in waiting


Angels in waiting for me.

I was blessed Aianna Fysaki Kione though I am often called by Aia or Fysaki. I've been through this education process for five years, even though I'm sixteen. I'm the youngest of three and my twin, Aonah, resides in Slytherin. I've never been rich and work three part-time jobs to help pay the rent but even that is not enough at times. I won't deny that I am a monster, a human wolf. I've killed my father in self-defense but I would have killed him in murder anyways, so don't mess with me. I was born in Britian but I live in Juno, Texas. I belong to the society of Gryffindor. I cannot keep my eyes off of other attractive females.

© Rayne Merrywolf