if you could only see the beast you've made of me

If anyone sees me, would they be so kind as to let me know? I seem to be a bit turned around. Insufferable expansion spells.

( The Agency )

( Aidan and Griff )

( All HP Reincarnates minus the aforementioned Voldemort reincarnate )

( Agency Directors )

( Potter folks )

( Agency Directors )

( Aidan )

I'd really appreciate it if the first thing I heard about coming into the office this morning wasn't another incident involving our repossession agent and fire. If you're going to threaten him, use your words. The excessive violence is really unnecessary. I'm sure you'd all rather have him ringing your doorbell then a very cranky werewolf.

I can barely move from this damn desk Full moons were so much easier when we had you, Sirius. Please come back

The moon looked red last night. Or was I imagining things? It had your blood on it. First full moon without you, Presley. Why did you leave me?

I don't think I'll be making it into work today. Last night was rough. Rougher than usual. My apologies to anyone who needed something from me, but you know I'm useless the day after a full moon. I can't feel anything.

To any and all friends of Presley Dylan Cash.

Her family asked that I pass on the message that her funeral service is to be held this Saturday, January 8th, at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

You're all welcome to come. I know she'd want you to.

I can't do this. Not again.

( Marauders )

We should make it a point to spend every day practicing love over hate, but today especially. Wearing purple doesn't just mean you're remembering these teens who gave up their lives because of hate. It also means you're supporting understanding, tolerance and justice for every living person on this planet. It makes us sad that we still live in a world where we're not just tearing each other to shreds, there are people being forced to tear themselves apart because we can't accept another person's differences. When will it stop? I don't care how frightfully idealistic it makes me seem, I believe what they're saying out there. Love is always louder.

( Dominick )

Another tragedy occurred in the reincarnate community Friday night, September 24th 2010. A young reincarnate by the name of Sofia Campbell, who had the misfortune of being saddled with Lord Voldemort, took her own life two nights ago in order to save the life of her sister and countless others who were directly in Voldemort's path of destruction. We should take a moment to remember for those of us that are blessed with amiable head mates, that not all of us have that luxury. We don't have a choice in who we receive, and some reincarnates have the misfortune of being plagued with a constant inner struggle because of it. More often then not, it ends in death, and that is something we at the Agency are constantly trying to change. This doesn't make them weak, if anything Ms. Campbell should be commended for her level of bravery and love for her family and friends. Death is never an easy thing to accept, nor an easy thing to meet with your head held high. I believe it's an even harder thing to accept for those that person leaves behind, in light of such grave circumstances one has to consider just how limited our options are when it comes to being a reincarnate. And how it's important now more then ever that as reincarnates we are there for each other, and that we rise to each and every occasion. Together.

I want to remind all of you that the Agency is first and foremost here to help. We're not taking this tragedy lightly, this is exactly the sort of situation we try our hardest to prevent but we can only do so much. We can offer our help until we're blue in the face, but if you don't come to us for help when you need it most, we're as lost as you are. I urge any of you that are having problems with your head mate, or know someone that is, to get in touch with the Caretaker's department and help us to help you.

A very wise man once said: We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. I think this can very easily be applied to our current position in the world. In times like these it's important to remember the words of someone wiser then us who could see the world as a whole and not in pieces.

My heart goes out to Sofia and her loved ones, she is survived by a sister and two grandparents whose grief I think we can all empathize with. Most if not all of us know a little something about loss by now, as is the nature of the community in which we live in. The pain we feel at this horrible loss reminds me, and as Professor Dumbledore once said, in light of the recent events, the bonds of friendship you've made will be more important now than ever. Remember that, and Sofia Campbell will not have taken her own life in vain. If we're not here for each other in our hours of need, we're all going to die alone.

( Agency Directors & Caretakers )

( Dominick )

Something isn't right here. I can feel it. I didn't even have to enter the castle to know what it was that put us off. It feels like before. It feels like the night I died.

Marauders? Both junior and senior alike. There are moving dots on the map.

If anyone's curious, meet me at Kings Cross Station in an hour. Platform 9 3/4, of course. We're going back to school.

( Presley )

It never fails. A week after a full moon and I still feel like I'm choking on fur. Fur should really have a better taste. If it tasted like chocolate, I doubt either of us would be quite as unhappy about this.

On that note. Marauders? I've found the map.

My skin is not my own. That's what it feels like twenty-eight days out of the month. It's not mine, it's the wolf's. The beast within. How many of you know what it feels like to have a monster inside you? I do. Even when I'm me, I'm not. Not really. I'm a shell, waiting for it to completely take me over. Sometimes I get urges that aren't mine, and that smell never goes away. I can smell everything. I can smell the blood under your fingernails, I can smell the ghost-like trails of fear from my apartment all the way to London HQ. It's not over, it never was, and people fear it. So do I. Just like I fear that one day something will go wrong and that monster in me is going to ruin everything, everything that I've worked for, hurt anyone I ever loved. And then I remember that monster is actually me. Inside. It's a part of me, clawing at me just beneath my skin. That's how it feels to be a wolf. Just beneath your skin and once a month, it tears out of you with a force that you can't control. I can't control it, and I spend the night in agony. Trapped in a body of fur and claws and teeth and the moon isn't my worst enemy anymore. It's just me.

( Presley and Griff )

I think I've finally gotten all the really dangerous objects catalogued and put away where no one can accidentally trip over them and cause the room to go up in flames. I know you all miss the excitement of a mysterious explosion coming from the basement but as far as I'm concerned, that won't be happening on my watch. If I can help it.

It's possible I need to retire for the night though, my number counts are getting questionable or else, there really is something missing in here that was never claimed. At least, it's not marked in the books that it was claimed. Was the last head of this department always up to date with her books? If not, the corners of my eyes are already twitching. I don't understand how you can run a department of obscure reincarnate objects and not keep yourself up to date on all their comings and goings. Some of them are actually capable of mischief, or revolt even. In this case, it's just a ring, but still. It's small enough that if it's lost in here somewhere, I may never find it. If it's not lost, that means it could have been stolen.

Ah, life in the Agency's Objects and Retrieval is never boring. Honestly though, of all the things you could steal from this place, why take some alien ring that looks as if it came out of a cracker jack box?