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Yes, this is a house, but Lucas Carter considers it a Prison, no matter how big. Lucas's parents are very clean and neat and precise. They live in a town where everything looks the same. Not far from Hogwarts and London, it's somewhere between the two. Lucas liked it at first, he had friends there, but his parents distanced Lucas from them ever since the incident. They still haven't gotten over it, even though Lucas has.

House ((Don't let the palm trees fool you. His parents just want to look nice, they care about appearing normal and very tropical and fresh, when they're hiding a monster in their house.))

Kitchen

Dining Room

Living Room

Master Bedroom

Lucas's bedroom

Guest Bedroom (Sister's old one, they don't have guests stay because of Lucas)

Bathroom

Back of House- Yard

Forest where Lucas transforms

Lucas then saw something quite unexpected...an owl with a letter. The owl was just drifting across the tops of the trees as if it had no idea who to give the letter to. ((Jessica's owl from Brammley cottage)). The owl then swooped down and gave it to Lucas. Bewildered, Lucas opened it and saw it was an invitation to a housewarming party. Heart hammering against his ribs, he stared at it. He'd never been invited to a party since before he got his bite...It was so exciting but daunting. Not having any ink or parchment, Lucas gave the letter back to the owl who took off again, probably looking for someone else to give it to. Curiosity getting the better of him, Lucas crept around the woods.

It took him a few hours, but he finally found it. He'd known these woods by heart, and there it was. A brand-new cottage. It was adorable and welcoming. Lucas stared at it with longing...he could visit, maybe meet someone...tommorow night he would need to leave of course, since it would be a night before the moon was full and that was just going to be hellish. But...for now...what if he just said hi?

When it seemed like it had been hours, Lucas looked up and saw it. He stood up and watched it creeping from behind the gray, wispy clouds.The full moon had now completely risen. He felt his body go stiff and still. He began to shake and snarl, his whole body was trembling and the last thing he remembered before he lost his sense of self was the horrible pain. The horrible pain that coursed through his entire body and overcame him whether he wanted it to or not. Then his whole body lengthened and his hands curled up. His eyes were not his anymore, he had a tufted tail and hair covering his entire body. He howled, a howl loud enough to scare off anything that had dared to stay within a few hundred feet of him. He wasn't Lucas anymore, he wasn't even human.

All he wanted was flesh, blood to gush through his teeth, he wanted to bite into someone's skin...but this forest was deserted. His parents had taken him to the forest that had the least amount of wildlife, and no people around. He didn't know this of course, Lucas did. As it got later, the werewolf had nothing to bite and was enraged. Howling and snarling, he gnawed on his own limbs. He didn't fatally wound himself, no, but he left deep cuts on his skin and dripped blood as he ran. He bit into his leg, ripping at it, as the full moon still dangled in the air above him like a hypnotist's watch, cursing him into this state.

Lucas woke up, head pounding and ears ringing. He was covered in bite marks, cuts and scratches. His parents would put dittany on them and heal them, just like they always did. He gave a small, pathetic moan as he sat up, rubbing his wounds. They weren't shallow bite marks, but they weren't too deep, either. With a heavy sigh he lay back down in the grass, holding his head. He felt like he'd run miles, which as a wolf, he probably did. Curious as to where he was, he heaved himself back so he was sitting up and stood on shaky feet. He was not too far from that girl's house, actually. He must've been less than a mile away from it. He had positioned himself far enough away though that he couldn't have made it to her house not matter how fast he ran underneath the full moon.

He sat back down and put his head on his knees and rubbed the dark circles under his eyes. Tuesday he'd be going back home...what would his parents say if they heard there was a human living here? They'd obviously not let him come here under the full moon, but where else would he go? There was no other calm or deserted woods around here...this was like his second home. He'd become attached to it and remembered clearly the days when he sat here alone as a child waiting for the moon to come out. Breathing heavily, he lay his head down among the long grass.

Once he'd stumbled out of Jess's cottage he saw across the forest a pair of gleaming headlights. Of course. His parents ran out at him, but not in welcome.
"Where have you been!?" His mother shrieked. "The full moon ended and we were worried sick-" Lucas's heart lept, hardly daring to believe they'd be concerned for his well-being,
"-that you'd attacked someone!" His heart sank like a stone where it came to rest, pounding in his stomach. His father gave him a very nasty look that told him, quite plainly, that he was grounded. Neither of them seemed to care too much about the bite marks covering his body with red sores, or that the bags under his eyes were huge and black. Lucas always had some bags under his eyes, always had a graying face, was skinnier and stringy than any boy his age he'd met, and never looked his age. Everyone thought he was 19, but he couldn't even do magic outside school like Jess could, he was 16. Breathing deeply and keeping a straight face, he climbed into the backseat. His parents drove him the few miles back home and got out of the car without speaking to him. He couldn't blame them for being upset...He'd kept them waiting for at least a couple hours. Still, he was sad that they couldn't have shown at least a bit of fear when he swaggered out of the forest, barely able to stand up properly because of the chunks ripped from his legs.

When he got to his room, his mom walked in rolling her eyes and cast some spells on his legs and arms that made the pain lessen and the flesh less open and sensitive. They'd have to heal and scar on their own, though. The only problem with these spells was that they hurt like hell until they took effect a little while later. Feeling the open wounds on his arms and legs itching and pulsing as skin tried to regrow itself was not the most pleasant experience. He winced and moaned a bit through the pain, his mother holding down his hands to keep him from rubbing them with his swollen hands. When the last bit of skin was reaching and yanking across the wounds and the pain had reached his peak, his father, as if on cue, thundered into the room and slapped his hand across Lucas's mouth, muffling his sudden cries. At last when the sensation subsided, he sank back into his pillows and relaxed. His parents left the room without a word, this was routine to do to keep their shameful son in line and out of sight. Thinking of the girl who'd taken care of him, he knew she wouldn't have been as brutal. He absentmindedly touched his forehead where she had kissed him, and, grinning, fell asleep.

Lucas's mother opened the door. She looked nice enough, and Lucas was keeping busy in his room reading his school books. She was always kind to strangers, took great pride in her daughter, but her son may not have existed at all. Catherine was working at the ministry, had her own place, and her husband was at his job, and Lucas was...well...she liked to think he wasn't really there. She was ashamed of him. So yes, it could get lonely around her and new people around wasn't a bad thing, unless they went prying and poking their noses around where it didn't belong, expecially concerning Lucas.

She smiled warmly at the girl and opened the door wide. "Sure thing, dear, come right on in." She pulled up a chair at the table and asked, "Would you like something to drink, perhaps a cup of tea?"

The woman nodded and the mention of Hogwarts and smiled, letting the girl go on. Then...she mentioned Lucas. Worry and anger flooded through her, she didn't speak a word until she was sure what she was going to say.
"I'm sorry, dear," But the dear she said now seemed to be strained and sarcastic. "Wolves are disgusting, filthy creatures and we don't speak of them at this house." She took another sip of tea, her mind racing.

How dare he! After all they'd done for him, he would allow someone to see him? No doubt this is why he was late. He was off flirting with some girl! She wasn't thinking so highly of the girl now, not like she had when she'd bowed in the door. The tension and awkwardness was almost palpable. Trying to sound casual, she asked;
"So what year are you going into at Hogwarts, dearie?"

Her eyes were locked with this naive girl's, cold and harsh just as her's were. She refused to break eye contact or blink, and gave a very bitter smile. She ignored the comment about the tea,
"Don't deserve to be hated?" She repeated disbelievingly. She gave a very small tinkling laugh that showed the true emotion and hatred swelling up in her throat.

"They are a danger to everyone around them. Do you know how painful it is to transform into one of those hideous beasts? Very. And I don't ever want to experience it for myself, thanks. If they knew what was good for them, they'd hide together in packs like the dogs and monsters they are." She gave a wicked smirk at the end of this statement and then said, in a cold voice that reached down to the depth of her emotion, her ashamed feelings about her son, her hatred for him...
"If they are so much like us, then why have I never sprouted a tail?"
She stood up at the end of this statement, like she had the final word and say.
"Please leave." She said, cutting across the girl's speech. She went over to the door and held it open for the girl to walk out of.

Upstairs, Lucas was reading but was disturbed by voices in the dining room. Being able to take it no longer, he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the house, "What'sup mum?"

"Nothing, dear! Someone's just leaving." She shouted back, refusing to say his name now that their 'guest' knew it. She walked closer to the stairs now, blocking them from view so the guest couldn't get up them, she'd obviously heard Lucas's voice before and might recognize it now.
"Leave." She repeated.