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Fiona had been planning on spending most of the Christmas holidays with her cousin Ben in his home. Florence and her new husband, Anders, had agreed to accompany her to the Taylor manor, as was customary. Fiona didn’t want some random person being her chaperone and Florence was of the perfect age. While Fiona and Florence had their differences (Florence being a lot like their mother, and perhaps too motherly for Fiona’s taste, and Fiona herself being much like their father- too curious for her own good), they generally got along well… so long as Florence wasn’t calling Fiona a child. Fiona couldn’t stand when people called her a child. She was fifteen years old, viewed well by society, a Prefect and most likely the top of her class. Although she had a chaperone, as most young ladies of the time did, and was not always happy about having company wherever she went, Fiona dealt with the cards she had been given. She knew that things could’ve been far worse.
The Christmas holiday had been much more wonderful than Fiona ever could have expected. Florence and Anders were to meet Fiona at the Taylor Manor, which she had gotten to using the Floo network the night she got home from school for the holiday. Florence and Anders were to head over the next morning, but had not been able to make it due to the blizzard that had seemingly sprung out of nowhere. So now, on top of it being the holidays, she was with her most favourite cousin, Ben, and absolutely alone. While it looked bad, there was nothing that could be done. They were in the middle of a state of emergency, with the snow continuing to fall at the rate it was, and it was dangerous for anyone to be traveling, even through the Floo network. While she knew that many people would look down on this, there was no reason anyone should think anything bad. They just happened to be stuck in an unfortunate situation, but both Ben and Fiona came from upstanding families who worked within the legal system and the laws of society. If they played their cards right, Ben and Fiona could be easily seen as victims.
She was accustomed to waking up early every day, and this didn’t change during the holidays. Her internal clock woke her at seven thirty every morning, regardless of the day of the week or the time she had gone to bed the previous evening. Unaware of whether Ben was awake or not, and not wanting to wake him if he wasn’t already awake, Fiona tip toed down the stairs and found her way through the Taylor manor into the library. She began perusing the titles on the shelves lining the walls, and realized that a fair few had something to do with lycanthropy. Fiona, who had gotten her nose stuck in the dark arts sometime during her fourth year, knew that lycanthropy was along the lines of dark magic. It wasn’t something a ‘good’ citizen often engaged in.
Fiona pulled several large books from the shelves and brought them over to a large backed arm chair, placing them in a neat pile off to the side. She curled her legs under her body as she settled down in the chair, pulling the top title onto her lap. She began to skim the pages, absorbing the material within, wondering why the Taylor family would have so many books on lycanthropy. As she began to piece together the different chapters of the book, Fiona realized that the book was all about how best to handle a werewolf during the full moon. She quirked an eyebrow, marked her page and put the book down, picking up another. She had just begun to pour over it’s pages, when she heard her cousin calling for her. Fiona unfolded herself and walked in her graceful way over to the entrance to the Taylor manor library. She poked her head out and saw Ben staring up the stairs.
“Ben! Over here,” she chuckled, waving her hand to get his attention. When he noticed her, Fiona walked, nearly floating, over to Ben. “Good to know you got a fire going. I hadn’t bothered to even try.” A smile came across her features. It was rare that Fiona ever really, truly smiled, but being with Ben was something that could do that to her. The two had a long history together and were quite close, even for cousins. She was much closer to Ben than she was to her Potter cousins. Fiona’s sapphire blue robe, which should have been tied tightly around her body as to keep her chastity and modesty, was flowing open. This was Ben she was with, and she felt no need to wrap her body tightly. “How long have you been awake,” she asked him, eyeing his hair, wondering if he ever tried to tame it.