Whats in here?

Harry is wandering around, his absolute favorite thing to do, aside from eating and making friends. He looks at some plant and things and eventually starts poking a vine which changes color. "Woah... this is sooo coool!" He keeps poking it for a few minutes, wondering if he could get this in his room. "Maybe herbology would be a good class to take..."

"Eh? Were you talking to me?" Rosie wasn't more then a passer by. "And herbolgy is very interesting, if that'd be usefull." She smiled friendly.

He spins to face her, putting up his hands as he does. After he sees that she doesnt mean any harm he smiles"Sorry bout that. And yeah, interesting is nice. Do you know what this is?" He points to the vine he was poking.

"That's a Colorare . Its name comes from Latin, wich means colour in Latin." She comes to stand next to him and pokes the plant. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Heck yeah! Do you also know how i can harvest it an put it in my dorm?" He pokes it aand is elighted as it turns green his favorite color. "Dude! I love this thing!"

"Well, it isn't quite easy..." She looks at Harry, who was having a lot of fun with the plant, "... but it's worth trying. I'll just go and grab the stuff we need. That won't take long, I'll be right back."

" Oh I'll Help you!" He follows her as they go to get what they need. "Hey! I just noticed! Your like me! A werewolf!" He lets his ears and tail be visible now.

"Oh, my God. You really do not know how happy I am to know!" A big grin appears on Rosies face. "You're the first werewolf I acctually talk to. What's your name anyways? Mine is Rosie."

"same here! Well... not the name. Hey Rosie. I'm Harry." He wags his tail in happiness.

"Yeah, I think your parent would have bin very original calling you Rosie." She laughsgirly while her ears are shaking fastly.

"ummm I wasnt named by my parent" His ears droop. "I was bitten shortly after birth an when my parents found out they threw me out. Literally. I named myself." He is looking away.

"O - oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know... God, I'm so stupit..." Rosie looks at the ground, her cheeks come more red then they allready were. "I shouldn't have said that... A lot of people - well, they're not really people - have a not so good past as I have."

(Haha, I haven't your introducing topic yet D: !)

"Chill. I'm over it. i dont remember it. I can even remember what i had for breakfast. So cheer up. You've done no harm!" He laughs at himself and smiles at her. "And I don't care anymore! I met another werewolf!" He starts wagging his tail again and his ears perk up "So. Your past?"

Rosie smiled shyly. "Well, I was born one. I got lucky my dad was one, he helped me a lot." She chreaches behind her ear and stops at a door. "Wait here, I'll call you when ready."

He scratches her ear for her. "Sure thing." He turns into a black wolf ,the same color as his hair, which makes sense, and curls up outside the door.

"Excuse me, Sir." Rosie smiles as innocent she can. "I found a new student for class! He happens to like the Colore, and he wondered if it would be possible if you could get one in his room." An old teacher, 'round sixty yrars old, looks up from his book. "Oh well! That's fantastic, miss Broadway!" "Yes, acctually he is waiting outside at the moment ... HARRY!" No reaction ...

A wolf trots in with his head held high, sits down and lolls his tounge out. Laughing like wolves do. Then he changes back, fully clothed, took him a while to get that trick down. "Hey, you rang?"

"Yes, this is our teacher." "Hello there, young man." Rose smiles at the two of them. "So, Sor, would you mind if we borrow some tools?" "Ofcourse!" Rosies smile becomes bigger. "C'mon, Harry."

"Hey thanks! I'll Join this class! I think it will be intresting." He smiles and goes to carry the tools.

"I am happy to have another enthsiast student", the teaches says when Rosie and Harry leave the classroom. "So, tell me about yourself. Any hobbies?"

"I'm a tattoo artist. I do them in sharpie so that i can change them. Thats how i made my last name. Ink-king" He pulls a few sharpies from his pocket. "I always have some. so how about you?"

"That is sooooooooo awesome!" Rosie looks with big, brown eyes at Harry. "Mine isn't that cool. I've hierd writing is a very common hobby. I acctually don't have any special hobbies, besides drinking coffee..." 'And I am completely fine with that', she thinks to herself.

"Writing!? Can i read something of yours sometime? I tried writing once... but i'm not good at it."

"Well, sure. It's good to have some critique somethime." Rosie puts the box with tool on the ground and inspects the plant in silence. "Looks like you're lucky, Harry!"

"I get that a lot surprisingly." He steps next to her"Why?"