Forever ago (Lucille)

[logan james davenport]

Logan was tired and he had spent a lot of time overseas due to recruit more into the children of the moon. He hadn't told anyone who knew him in England that he was back, mostly because of last night as well as partly because he needed some time to himself. Last night happened to be he full moon and last night was never good for him and last night was one of the worse the had in a long time. As usual he locked himself in the basement, by the time morning had come around that he looked like if he had be in a gang fight or something. So he had to go to St. mungo's to heal the worst cuts and wounds, for he had so how manage to cut open a few wounds. Of which he hadn't done since he was 12 years of age. It had took half of the day for the healer had healed the wounds and allowed to leave St. mungo's of which he found annoying. So now he was on the streets on London! he still had scars, some were fresh while others were old. One of the more noticeable scars was what looked like claw marks across his face, it was one of his oldest scars of which he gave himself when he turned ten. He had remembered when the full moon had set that he could taste the blood from the scar on his face, he remembered it tasted awful. Even though he trends to like his meat raw of which was a side affect of being born a werewolf, there were times of when he wondered what it would be like not be a werewolf.

No matter he wish that, that couldn't be changed, though he would admit if he hadn't be a werewolf than he wouldn't be where he was now, going around the world and trying to make he world a better place for people like him. After a while of walking that he had entered a park, he leaned against a tree and sighed as he watched children play with each other or their parents as well as some teenagers play with some of the smaller children or with each other. He felt his heart tighten as he looked at the children, at times he wished he had a child, but he wasn't sure what kind of life his child would have no matter if it was Syrena's child or not, honestly he wasn't sure if Syrena could have children or not. But if he had been with another, he didn't want the child to have the kind of life he has nor did hey want his child to have his curse. After a few minutes of leaning against the tree that he sat down on the ground beneath the tree. Like always, Logan was wearing his pull over shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Of which is what he usually wears, even though Syrena keeps with fashion than he does, he prefer to keep things simple and to the point for the most point. He does think a head, it was just Syrena did more of the thinking while he was the one that leads the fight and raise the spirits of the children of the moon. He closed his eyes thinking of what else he could do for the day. He was so deep in thought that he hardly notice anyone walking over to him.

[lucille elodie delacroix]

Lucille woke early afternoon that day, an oddity for her, as she was accustomed to being an early-riser. Full moon had been just the night before, and she could still feel the effects of it- her head pounded, dark circles were etched deep beneath her eyes, and a touch of rawness lingered at the back of her throat. Thankfully the potion she took allowed her to keep her mind, she wouldn't slash at or attack herself- and locking herself in her room was more a precaution to make sure nobody saw her in wolf form. Not even her brothers knew of her condition, it was better that way, the fewer people that knew the more likely it was to remain a secret. Lucille rolled out of bed, padding on bare feet to the bathroom and getting in the shower. She took her time bathing, running a razor over her legs and shampooing the little hair she did have.

Her mother had protested quite a bit when she had first cut it, saying that it was unbecoming of a lady of her status- though she had long since given up. While Lucille did like to appease her parents when possible, she would wear her hair however she pleased. Lucille moaned under her breath, willing the pounding in her head to subside, it was like having a hangover, yet without the copious amounts of wine the night prior. Knowing the fresh air would do her some good, Lucille dressed in dark skinny jeans and a purple blouse- and armed herself against the cold with a charmed dragonhide jacket, boots, and a scarf. A quick makeup job took most of the edge off her look, though she did still appear decidedly tired. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to fix this aspect, however, decided she would be good to go on a walk.

Lucille apparated to one of her favourite haunts, a nice London park, the cold air greeting her harshly. She inhaled it readily, however, knowing it would make her feel better. She set a leisurely pace, although still exhausted from the previous night's transformation, she slinked along as elegantly as ever, posture flawless, steps precisely placed. Unusually for her, however, her steps faltered when she caught sight of an unfamiliar man, something about him nabbed her attention. Lucille tentatively approached, wanting to say something- perhaps he might notice her, even though his eyes were closed... She was never one for starting conversation.

[logan james davenport]

Logan has to admit that being outside was helping him a lot, for he was able to breath properly of which always helped him after a full moon. One thing that had helped him when he was younger was playing with his friends the next or even telling stories so that could fell asleep for most of the day as well as night. When he was that age he needed more hours to sleep than what he does now, so it was no bother for him to stay awake all day and all night, he has been known to do that from time to time. His thoughts kep wandering back to his childhood a place he would often visits on days like this, more so when it had come to his pack in Beauxbatons or the one in England. Yes for most of his life he had lived in the woods or forest, that is what usually happens one was born a werewolf to a set of werewolf parents and there had been times of when there was a werewolf born to a set of parents that were not werewolves but had the genre. That rarely ever happen, the only time it did was if that werewolf was a another werwolf's true mate. Honestly Logan figured he already found his mate, but there had be times when he wasn't sure on that but he had pushed those thoughts away. As Logan thought of the times his parents told him about a werewolf's mate and a bond between two mates that he was dragged out of his thoughts.

It was not by sound that had dragged him out of his mind, as a matter of fact, the sound had helped him think back to his childhood. Even though his sense were higher than humans, the sound didn't bother him all that much when he is deep in thought like he was just a minute ago. But what dragged him out of his thoughts was a smell, one that was familiar and yet unfamiliar, it was familiar to him because he grew up with smelling that smell everyday of his life till he joined the children of the moon, that was only because of the fact that he had be doing missions and not every mission was a werewolf. Nor was every recruit he brought into the children of the moon was a werewolf, he had brought in Veelas and thankfully they hardly had any affect on him. Logan figures because of how they smell, of which was fire, even if they wear perfume, he could still smell it. But that smell was not of veela, or even a vampire, for a vampire would smell of blood, but it was the smell of the wild and fur of which was the smell of a werewolf. Logan opened his eyes, when he did he notice a dark skinned woman who looked maybe in her twenties, he wasn't sure on that. Her hair was short and black, with knowing Syrena, it seem strange to see a woman with short hair but he had to admit that he didn't this woman have short hair for it seems to work for her. He noticed that her eyes were brown, he had looked at what she was wearing and the style of the clothing reminded him of Syrena.

She was wearing dark skinny jeans, a purple blouse, boots, scarf and from the looks of it a dragonhide jacket. Plots. Figured that this woman was a werewolf, however she didn't look like if she was in a fight or even she ran around a forest or not. Even though he had went to St. mungo's that morning, he still looked like if he was in a minor fight but at least he was not bleeding any more of which was a plus. However she looked tired like as if she had been up all night, of which wouldn't surprise him if she had been up all night, since it was hard to sleep when one was a werewolf or even when one had the wolfs bane potion. "Hi." Logan had got up from where he had been a few moments before before he went on. "I am Logan."

[lucille elodie delacroix]

Lucille furrowed her brow, observing the man, wondering what exactly it was about him that had captured her attention- drawing her to him like a moth to an open flame. Sure, he was handsome, tall (taller than her, even, which she had to admit was a difficult find these days), dark haired and pale-skinned... Though Lucille could easily disregard attractive people when she wasn't in the mood for flirting, which typically happened during the days surrounding full moon when she didn't exactly feel the epitome of health. Perhaps it had something to do with his physical state, he looked about as good as Lucille felt, leading her to wonder if perhaps she had happened upon someone who shared in her condition. Being brought up the way she was, with her being a werewolf a topic of near shame, something that ought to be hidden, Lucille had very little experience with other werewolves, and hence lacked proper support. She faced her transformations alone. Though what she lacked in support, she made up for with secrecy- nobody knew what happened to her when the moon was full, nobody knew she was a monster.

She watched as the man seemed to become subconsciously aware of her presence, slowly opening his eyes to meet her gaze. Even his eyes were striking to her, as tired as they looked, there was definitely something out of the ordinary about him. Not just that physically he was quite attractive, there was something else there. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Though Lucille would behave as civilly as ever, she was good about keeping a calm composure, even when around someone she found handsome or beautiful. Lucille had never been too picky when it came to her lovers, she'd had a few men, a couple women, and a few people in between. These, of course, were kept as secret as her lycanthropy, Lucille didn't even want to think about the woe that would come to her if her parents found out about that. It was bad enough as it was that there already was one thing that they were ashamed about when it came to their daughter- enough so to the point where they had dropped thousands of their galleons to keep it hidden. They didn't need to know about her sexual habits, not only to spare them the added shame, but to her it seemed awkward for her parents to know the types of people she went to bed with.

The stranger greeted her with a simple "hi," to which Lucille gave a quick nod of her head- though the gesture lacked much movement, she barely tipped her chin, though she figured it would be acknowledgement enough. A brief paused lapsed before he went on to introduce himself as Logan. She briefly wondered whether it was his given or surname, though she was leaning more toward the former- Lucille had to remind herself she wasn't at one of her parents' pretentious parties, where people flung about their surnames as if they were something to be proud of because of the blood purity and the decades of history they carried. Frankly, Lucille found it disgusting, it shouldn't be anything to be proud of- it was that same mania for purity that had caused her to be what she was. She, like many other pureblooded children, had been made to study her family tree as a child, she had found out at fourteen that her parents were second cousins, though finding the carriers of lycanthropy in the Delacroix family tree was more of a recent project, and a difficult one at that, as records were often destroyed. "Lucille," she responded with another short nod of her head, allowing a warm smile to spread across her lips.

[logan james davenport]

Logan had to admit when he first saw the woman that he wanted to ask if she was a werewolf, but decided against due to the fact that they were in a muggle park, at the moment. It wasn't so much about the wizarding world that he was concern about, it was more like how the muggles would react if they heard the term werewolf. Logan has to admit that the way a muggle thinks of what a werewolf was, was close to what a werewolf was really, but not all of it from what he had picked up or heard from a muggle. But with his heighten senses, he was sure that she was a werewolf for she would have a different smell if she was anything else. Logan wasn't sure of how long the woman had been standing there looking at him, he just knows it hadn't been too long or at least ten minutes. When Logan had open his eyes that he had meet the woman's gaze that he felt attracted to her as well as something pulling him to her. When Logan had stood up that he notice the height of the woman in front of him, for she was a few inches taller than Syrena but she was still shorter than he was. Finding a woman or meeting a woman close to his own height was rare, the shortest she could be was six feet but the tallest would be six feet and two inches. Logan was sure that she didn't find very many men that were taller than she was, he was just guessing because of it was rare for him to a woman that was close to his height.

When he said hi that she gave a small nod, he knew she had acknowledged him when he had said that and than she said Lucille. Logan figured that was her given name and not her surname, for he never heard the last name of Lucille before, unless if it was a surname out of the uk or France. Because he was pretty sure that Lucille was not a surname in the uk nor was it in France and he knows that there some odd surnames in France from the time he had spend school there after his first year at Hogwarts. Logan wondered why alucille was in the park that day, it could be similar reasons of why he was here to get some fresh air after being trapped inside all night long in a house. Provided that what she did last night that she remained inside waiting for morning to come to get outside or to get back to their normal selves. There are still some times when he wish that he was normal, but than he would still be aimed at for being different anyway when he went to Hogwarts for his first year. For his family was well known for being pureblood werewolves, so instead people treated him lower because he was a werewolf, he would be treated lower because he was a son of werewolves. Besides in the plus side, he had heighten senses and know when danger is approaching him, he would usually stay and fight, but there at times if when he wasn't sure what he should if he senses danger and he would sneak around to figure out of what he should.

However he was not worried about that with the woman in front of him, for it was clear that she was no threat or danger to him for that much he was sure of about Lucille. Besides she could have gone though the same things he did at school. But he wasn't sure on that for he was sure that they went to Hogwarts at different times. However he wasn't sure of what her background was though nor did he know what kind of family she has, for he knows that should have recently become a werewolf or she had been born one, those were the only two possibilities. "That's a pretty name. I like it, I think it fits you" he had meant what he just said to Lucile, it is a pretty name and a name that was not used often and he really did think it fitted her perfectly.

[lucille elodie delacroix]

Lucille slipped her hands into the pockets of her dragonhide jacket. The thing usually got her attention, from muggles and magic folk alike. Of course, the muggles didn't know what it was they were looking at, they were simply under the impression that it was fashioned from high-quality leather- but witches and wizards would know the difference. She was rather fond of it herself, the tailored shape, the warmth it provided, as well as the trivial amount of spell-protection. Lucille didn't wish to label herself as paranoid, but the fact remained that unrest was still widespread in the magical community, and if she could spare herself a little extra protection she would do so. Dragons were widely known for their spell-resistant nature, it came mostly from their scales, though the strength did carry over somewhat into their skin, making jackets, gloves, cloaks, boots and the like fashioned from it more protective against magic than standard leather. And if Lucille could avoid being hexed while her back was turned, she'd consider it a good thing. Thankfully, she felt she didn't have much reason to be attacked- as far as anyone else knew, she was perfectly normal, nothing amiss, no reason to distrust her.

Sure, her curiosity had been piqued by recent half-breed activism attempts, and her research into it had lead her to an undercover group known as the Children of the Moon, though at this point Lucille had yet to get involved in anything. She was beginning to grow tired of having to hide her condition in order to preserve her reputation. To her it didn't seem fair, she was a pureblood witch, of the social elite, her having a condition which was beyond her control shouldn't change any of that. Though she was smart, an analytical, wise young woman, and she knew it would be better to continue to suffer in silence rather than speak up for tolerance, equality, and acceptance. Lucille had gone twenty-four years without her being a werewolf made public, she assumed it wouldn't harm her to go indefinitely. Though once, if ever, she married, another person would have to be let in on the secret, unless of course she wanted to go through the trouble to obliviate them every month. She was interested in the idea of one day having a spouse and children, though she never put much emphasis on it- neither did her parents. They had been quite eager to marry off her brothers once they came of age, but when it came to their daughter it wasn't nearly as high a priority.

Lucille figured that was the one advantage to her not so little problem, she didn't have any parental pressure to get married and have children- lest she produce more werewolves. She did, however, fail to see the logic in it, if she had been born this way, that would mean all her brothers were also carriers, and so had the potential to create werewolf offspring with their pureblood wives, if they too carried a copy of the gene. Lucille smiled at Logan's words, not only had she happened across someone handsome, he also seemed to be quite the charmer. Perhaps she might be able to convince the stranger to keep her company for a while, something about him was incredibly intriguing, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Her curious, investigative nature refused to allow her to let him go. It wasn't even the small hint of lust stirring in the pit of her stomach, she was genuinely intrigued by him. "Kind of you to say," said Lucille, retaining a half-smile, "walk with me?" Normally she might have said it as a command, but she wanted to be gentle with Logan, give him the option.

[logan james davenport]

Unlike with Lucille, Logan was not wearing a jacket, for he didn't need it like she might need it of course he wasn't sure of easily she gets cold. Even though Lucille was a werewolf and werewolves don't get cold easy or for the most part, some get colder faster than others, more so the said werewolf grew up in a house like a normal person with a normal family. Unlike Logan of who spent most of his time outside in the forest even when was in his human form, from he lived, he was like the muggle form of travelers and werewolf mix but that was besides the point now. He would that he has a house now but he doesn't always it, he had somewhat hard time living in a small area and when he went school that he had a difficult time adjusting to a dorm. Living in a house hadn't been quite of a difficult adjustment like the dorm had been. But the main point he wasn't as cold as Lucille or at least as she seems to be, not only that but the clothes was different in many ways. Her style of clothing was high end while his was low end, not that he minded of what they wear, unlike with a fair amount of people that Logan prefers to keep his clothes simple and comfortable, not to keep with fashion. He was just wearing a pull over shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes and his clothes looked worn out, funny enough, people who know him and know he is a werewolf comment that his clothes suit him. Even the ones who prefer the high end of fashion had even made that comment and they are the ones that would try to get someone to go into fashion, they never once did that with him.

Logan has to admit that he was glad of that, for he never felt comfortable wearing the high end fashions anyway, he also never felt comfortable wearing suits or dress robes or anything like that. As they stood there, well it would talking but they hadn't said all that much to each other yet, that he looked over her again to give him any clue of her background or anything about her. He could only guess a couple of things about her, though with his curiosity growing of wanting to know about told him that was not enough to stop the curiosity. For he could tell that she been using the wolfsbane potion and that she was raised, most likely, a pureblood home, he figured pureblood because most often that they would wear the high end fashions of the wizarding world, muggle world or even both. However there were some muggleborns or Halfbloods that wear the high end fashion as well, but not always though. However he was unsure if she knows about the children of the moon or not, if she was raised a pureblood than the chance of her not knowing were likely. Honestly, Logan didn't have too much experience with girls other than Syrena and the half Veela friends he had made, how ever the veela charm had no affect on him what so ever for what ever reason. However with his half veela friends, that was pretty much all that they were, friends expect for one, Emily, in his seventh year at the French magic school. However that only started because of the fact that one of the males tried to get her as a girlfriend and she decided to throw him off by making that male think she already has a boyfriend. After she told the male that she had a boyfriend that she kissed the closest other male nearby of which was him, he had admit that took him by surprise. After seventh year that they called it off since he was going back to England while she remained in Paris.

Logan and Emily still meet up from time to time, they always had a good laugh of how their seventh year relationship had started mainly because of the look of disgust on the one male's face, that look was so funny. But he is still not sure if he counts that as an experience of which was fine with Emily for she wasn't sure if she should call it an experience or not either, so they just leave as friendship throughout their whole time there. Logan would admit that his experience with girls had only been with someone like himself in a way, for Emily was a veela and Syrena was a vampire and from his curiosity about Lucille made him think that he didn't go for a normal witch. It didn't take too long for Lucille to respond to what he said about her name and she ask if he wanted to walk with her. "Sure." he walked over to her and let her walk first and he walked along side her with ease. He wasn't sure of what else he should say to her what to tell Lucille.

[lucille elodie delacroix]

Lucille couldn't help but analyze this stranger, her keen dark eyes lingering on each of his features, trying to figure out what exactly it was about him (other than his handsome, albeit slightly rugged appearance) that had caught her attention enough to make her stop. She wasn't really one for striking up conversation with random strangers, even if calling what they had "conversation" was a debatable move. They had barely said a dozen words to one another, and yet she had already invited him to walk with her. Of course, the offer was relatively benign, it wasn't as if she were immediately inviting him to bed, which she had done on a few occasions, though never while sober- it took copious amounts of wine for her to get to that particular point of inebriation, typically her logic was better than that. Lucille, however, didn't sense any sort of threat with him, she would even go so far as to say she would trust him based on face value alone- which in her mind was always a foolish concept. People were too multifaceted for that sort of thing, they couldn't simply be trusted by first impressions alone- though something about Logan was decidedly different. She just wished she knew what that was. Perhaps this walk might help her to figure that out, or at least she hoped that it would. Nevertheless, she wanted to spend some time with him.

When he agreed with a simple, one word response, Lucille again offered one of her curt nods and waited for him to peel himself away from the tree on which he was currently leaning. When he joined her on the path she set a simple pace for them, her boots crunching on the thin layer of snow over the paved walkway, for a while, she allowed it to be the only noise as they made their way lazily through the park, she needed the time to collect her thoughts. Lucille had always been a slow mover in conversation, she liked to take her time to think about things before speaking, construct her sentences carefully. It lent to some long, sometimes awkward, pauses, but she never backed herself into an uncomfortable spot in conversation due to lack of proper planning. Now would definitely be no exception to that particular rule. Though as she made occasional glances over at her walking partner, it appeared to her that Logan had no qualms with carrying on in the silence, that was good, she appreciated it- he wasn't like everyone else, itching to keep talk going, quiet was just as important as good conversation, at least in Lucille's opinion. In some of the better relationships she had had, it was a feature that she appreciated immensely, just being able to enjoy the silence with someone she cared about.

Granted, Lucille hadn't had too many successful relationships, given her single status, though she didn't have much of a problem with her wariness of commitment- it was all part of the ruse to keep her condition under the radar. The closer she got with someone, the greater the chance of them finding out. Besides, she herself preferred the fun parts. She was by no means a sex addict, but she didn't have a problem with sleeping with someone she found attractive in the very beginning of a relationship. For her, it was a means of figuring out whether or not the person would be worth keeping for any length of time. Other things were important, sure, but Lucille decided that she was okay with that particular aspect being highly-ranking. Not that she had ambitions to take Logan with her to bed that day, or even within a week or so, but based on looks alone she had already decided that she wouldn't mind the idea. He was definitely intriguing, and he looked strong, she was sure that would lead to good things in the bedroom. Shoving thoughts of sex out of her mind, she instead refocused on beginning true conversation with the stranger, there were definitely some things that she wanted to find out. But for now, she figured she would start with something of an icebreaker. "Forgive me if this seems, ah, forward, but you seem rather interesting," said Lucille, "I don't typically stop to chat with strangers." She wondered if Logan would take it as her coming on to him, that wasn't exactly her intent, though a foreign part of her mind told her she wouldn't have a problem if it came across that way. She did find him interesting in all aspects, including physical.

Lucille for a brief moment wondered if she ought to add more to what she had said, though figured it was a complete enough statement on its own. Also, given her thinking speed she figured she wouldn't have enough time to think of something proper before Logan started speaking- so she instead opted to remain silent, waiting for the interesting man to speak.

[logan james davenport]

Logan couldn't help but notice of how carefully Lucille was looking at him, just like he had been ding with her. For Logan had notice that he felt an attraction to her and he had a feeling of what that was but he wasn't sure on that though. Part of him wanted to be right on what he thought what was happening and what it was, but a part of him didn't want to be right on of what he was thinking of what was happening and what it was. When Logan had joined Lucille on the path that Lucille had set a simple pace, of which he didn't mind at all. Normally he would have liked gone faster than what they were doing. But after the full moon last night, he wasn't up for going too faster, for the full moon takes a lot out of him even the day before and after the full moon. Logan didn't say as they walked along the path that they were on, Logan wasn't sure what to say to Lucille as they walked, he had to say the silence was different from when he did this with Syrena or even when he had done this with Emily. Not that Syrena or Emily had talked on end, it was just with the silence that followed that Emily or Syrena would have said something by this point in time as a matter of fact, they would have said much more now than what had said between Lucille and himself. Logan didn't mind that either, even if he wanted to know more about her and what she was like, it seem like if she may want to know him as well. Logan looked out of the corner of his eyes to watch Lucille for a minute as they walked.

Logan had thought of saying something to her but than Lucille had spoke, she said sorry for being forward but that she had found him interesting and that she doesn't usually stop to chat with strangers. He knows he was close of blushing when she had said that, he knows he would be blushing at that if he hadn't got so use to Emily teasing him of so many things, including his looks and he had blushed like mad when Emily had told him all that. He had always manage to get back at her though slightly different for eh couldn't make her blush like she could to him, for she was use to boys saying things like that to her all the time. Emily still does from time to time, however it had been a while since he had spoke to Emily or even written to her. The last time he spoke to her was two years ago and it had been at least three months since he had written to her. If this had been Emily, he would had a sill answer right back, for that is what he usually doe when it comes from emily, even during their seventh year and that was what made their relationship work. That it was full of teasing each other and not caring that people thought it was odd for a werewolf and a veela to be seen together. But this was not Emily, nor was it Syrena, though he wouldn't have gave a silly answer to Syrena if she had something like what Lucille had just said to him. However he knew that there was different ways to look at of what Lucille had just say and because of that, he wasn't sure of what to say of yet

'"It's all right, but thanks. Not very many people would say that to me. I also don't usually chat with strangers either." Logan decided to take the safe road for now, He would admit that some things had cross his mind when Lucille had spoke those words, however he wasn't sure if he should do it or not. Not that he wasn't capable of doing things like that, it was more of the question of how she would react to that left alone of wanting to do that. Even if somehow that Logan and Lucille wind up in bed together was something he wouldn't mind happening at all.

[lucille elodie delacroix]

Lucille waited in the silence for Logan to respond. It seemed that he, not unlike herself, took time to formulate what he was going to say carefully. She appreciated that, perhaps it might mean that he was one of the few people that would understand her need to plan, think, plan some more, and then speak. Too often she found that people lost patience with her formula of eloquent speech- it was appreciated only during the swanky dinner parties that her parents held with other pure-blood families. Normally, Lucille detested them, to her the gatherings appeared to be only an unspoken competition to see who could be the most pretentious person in the room. Though her speech was always admired in that sort of setting, Lucille didn't really care for them. At least as she had entered into adulthood she wasn't as obligated to participate as she had been in her youth. These days she would instead select a good vantage point, usually in a corner, and drink glasses of very expensive wine for as long as the waiters would replenish the supply, which tended to be all night. Thankfully, just like her speech, Lucille handled her alcohol very well, rather than being an embarrassing drunk she would smile politely, and pay for her consumption the next morning if she overdid it. Though if she did say so herself, she had perfected the hangover-cure potion.

Lucille found herself continually making sideways glances over at Logan as she awaited a reply, carefully analyzing his posture, his expressions, he didn't seem to have been offended by what she had said. She figured that he wouldn't be, otherwise she wouldn't have said it, Lucille was careful about not over-stepping any boundaries, not only was it part of her cautious personality, but it was also ingrained in her from the way she was raised. Poised, polite, elegant, Lucille had needed to appease many a snobby pure-blood witch and wizard in her years, she was more than used to holding her tongue, speaking only when necessary, and when she did say something making sure that it would be well-received. She was a master in the art of sucking up, and while it did prove to be a useful skill at times, Lucille detested that it was necessary. Really, the only part of her social position she cared for was the money. She needed the funds of her family's fortune to keep up with her exquisite taste. Though she knew she would have access to them as long as she behaved, and as long as her interests in all genders, half-breed activism, and research into the genetics behind inherited lycanthropy, were kept secret.

And given that she was good at keeping her mouth shut and covering her tracks, they likely would be. Lucille gave a half-smile and another small nod as Logan finally responded to her, saying that not many would have said something like that to him. She could hardly imagine why, he was a strong-looking man, attractive in a rugged sort of way, she would have thought he'd have women throwing themselves at him. Unless it was public knowledge that he was a werewolf, which while Lucille didn't know for sure, had a gut feeling that he too had had a transformation the night prior. She knew that look in his eyes, the lingering exhaustion, looking ill but not with anything that a potion might fix... She would be astounded if he wasn't, it would also explain her keen attraction to him. "Funny, how that works, neither of us seem the outgoing type, yet here we are, conversing as if it were the most natural thing," said Lucille, again looking Logan up and down. She almost couldn't keep her eyes off him. "I wonder why that is, you seem... different, somehow."

[logan james davenport]

Logan waited for Lucille to say something, as they walked that he notice that they got to a part of the park of where they were basically by themselves. There were some other people but most were couples that were not paying any attention to Logan or Lucille. While Logan had been thinking of what to say to her that he had notice that she kept giving him sideways glance. He had notice from out of the corner of his eyes, being raised as a werewolf living on the outskirts of different towns made his senses higher as well make him more aware of his surroundings and it was for this reason that made it slightly difficult for him to live in a house. However he was unsure of what was going though her head when she had looked at him or even when she had notice him when he had been sitting under the tree with his eyes closed, for she had notice him first before he had notice her. When he had finally responded to what she said earlier, that Lucille seemed rather surprise by his comment that not many people would say something that to him but it was a true fact, even in the muggle world. However he didn't intact as much with the muggles as he did with halfbreeds and some witches and wizards, but he still didn't hear it from the muggles that he had spoke to of which were not very many. The difference between the wizarding world and the muggle world that is not known as a werewolf in the muggle world but he was known as one in the wizarding world, even before he had started school.

Than Lucille had made the comment that how funny things work out that neither one were outgoing but they were talking like it was a natural thing. Logan nodded when Lucille had said that, he would admit that with most others that he would be talking a little more than this than what he was doing with Lucille. Logan had notice that Lucille was looking up and down, just like he was doing with her, it seem like that neither one could take each other's eyes off of each other. Than Lucille had went on saying that she wonder why that was and that he seem different somehow, Logan had stopped and looked at her, what she said had more or less confirm that Lucille hadn't developed or realize of high her werewolf senses were. Logan figure she hadn't realize that she could use her werewolf sense when she was not in werewolf form, unlike Logan of who was raised to use his senses for as long as he can remember. "I always be different due to what I was born with. I guessing you were born with it too." Logan didn't need to say what he means by that statement or at least with Lucillle for she should know what he means by that. He was sure that she wondered of how he would know that she was a werewolf, he could answer of he knows that right now if he wanted to. But he figured that he would let her ask that question before he answers it, however he just wasn't sure if Lucille had heard about him yet or not. He knows that word spread around the halfbreeds about the children of the moon and him. Though his name was mention mostly with the Veelas and werewolves in the group since he was the one that recruits them into the children of the moon.

[lucille elodie delacroix]

Lucille quietly slipped her hands into her pockets to protect them from the cold, still keeping in pace with the mysterious stranger, continuing to give him sideways glances every so often. Something about this man kept her interest, normally she might have lost it by now, she really wasn't much of a people person. Though Logan kept her drawn to him like moth to a flame, she had never encountered anything like it. But she wasn't about to complain, it wasn't often that she encountered someone like this- even if he was well outside the type that she normally went for. While Lucille did consider herself fluidly pansexual, her normal type tended to be more on the well-groomed, feminine side, even with men, and Logan was anything but. Everything about his person absolutely oozed masculinity, and his appearance was unkempt and rugged, though for whatever reason it suited him. On him, she liked it. Lucille wasn't sure what it was that drew her to the more feminine end of the spectrum when it came to choosing a partner. Perhaps it was her upbringing, even though she was the youngest of the family with only brothers above her, they had all been raised to have impeccable etiquette, and her brothers had never been allowed to be the standard, messy, young boys biology had wired them to be. It wasn't acceptable for pureblooded children of wealthy families to play in the dirt. So the concept of manly men, and even tomboyish women, was fairly foreign to Lucille, she didn't spend much time with people that would fit that description. In fact, she never really spent that much time outdoors.

She waited as another pause lapsed, and then Logan spoke, at his words she felt her throat constrict, and her eyes immediately darted around- looking for anyone in the proximity who might have overheard. He had been vague, but anyone with a drop of sense would immediately know what he was talking about, Lucille certainly did. His simple sentence had confirmed to her that not only was Logan a werewolf, but knew that she was one as well. Luckily, they had gotten far enough down the path where they were mostly alone, a few couples taking advantage of one of the rare days of February sunshine were also along the path, but not close enough to be in earshot, and they weren't paying them any mind, anyway. Lucille swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, though she was still anxious, it didn't seem likely that he could have figured it out so quickly. In her research, Lucille had found that the senses of a werewolf, if trained properly, could be just as sharp in human form as they were in wolf- she of course had not had such training, though it could be a possibility that Logan had, hence how he had been able to pinpoint it so quickly, when it had been a secret from everyone else for twenty-four years. She paused a long while, calming her anxiety at being discovered the best she could, to date nobody had ever done it. She inhaled deeply, blowing it out slowly in a steady stream of white. "I was," said Lucille with a slight dip of her chin, "nobody has ever figured it out before. You won't say anything, will you?"

[logan james davenport]

Logan had notice that she had put her hands in her jacket, that didn't surprise Logan at all. For one thing she would get more easily cold than he would since he got used to spend time outside on days like this with nothing but a shirt and pants and he had slept in nights of where ti was colder than this with nothing more than a tree, a rugged blanket, the ground and what he was wearing. Even though she was close to his own height of which was very tall, she still seem fragile walking next to him. Logan figured it had to do with their upbringing were so different, at the very least Lucille was raised in a very well off family or has a very good job somewhere. However the family was most likely pureblood like his own family but the difference his family was a line of pureblood werewolves of which most likely her family wasn't a pureblood werewolf line. But there was always a small chance that that genre could have left and resurfaced with her some generations later, he was just guessing that she was born a werewolf. Yes, his sense were high and were able to pick up that she was a werewolf, but the smell of a born werewolf and a bitten werewolf were the same smell, so he had no way of really knowing if she was a born werewolf or not. But one thing was clear enough from how she was dressed and apparently raised that she had hadn't brought it in the open and was keeping it a secret. But it was still unknown to him if she was a born werewolf or not till she respond to what he said, he had did his best not to reveal it out loud. So he had been carefully of how he worded and made sure he didn't say werewolf.

Besides he made sure that he said it at a moment of where it was unlikely anyone would hear it, since most of the couples were far away from them and even if they were close enough that the couples wouldn't be paying much attention to Logan or Lucille. Judging from her reaction that she knew that he had figured out that she was a werewolf, not only that but she knew that he was a werewolf now, or at least had an idea that he might be one. The only other thing he could be was a vampire. But his appearance made that plain that he wasn't one, for he was not pale, nor was there any other hint of vampire traits. Besides he had made it clear that he was born with it and made it plain that she was most likely born with it as well, since there is a chance that there could be a half vampire that was born, but it was rarely unheard of. Logan notice that her chin had dipped a little as she spoke saying that she was and that no one had been able to figure it out before, than she ask that he won't say anything. When she said that she was had confirmed of what he guessed that she was a boron werewolf like he was and mostly likely in a pureblood line that had once had the genre of the werewolves and it was brought back in her at least. "No, I won't say anything about to anyone. Honestly, with how my life has been, I call you among the lucky ones." Logan didn't bother to say of what he means by that, but Lucille could easily guessed by that for he hadn't been nearly as lucky as she had been in upbringing. However he wouldn't changed his life or upbringing for anything even for another chance at a new and better life. Up till he was eleven that his life was normal for a born werewolf or a werewolf that was bitten at a young age and was adopted by the pack if the parents had throw them out of the house for being a werewolf.

He had friends and was raised in a forest clearing with tents, few clothing, few blankets and few of many other things. However there was a muggle village close enough for some of the pack members to go into from time to time to get some supplies when they had the money or to sell some things if they had anything of value or made anything that could be sold. But they had manage to grew some of their own food as well as have caves, a river and a lake nearby, Logan had played in that river and lake with his friends growing up as well as getting dirty and just have fun all day without a care in the world for the most part. Once a month, the pack would use the caves for the full moon and used spells to make sure that none of them go to the muggle village. It wasn't till he had went to Hogwarts for a year that his life had started to go down hill for a while and it wasn't till he was transferred to the one in France and than left that school that his life had started to look up somewhat. With the children of the moon as well as his pack being in the group that his life seem almost like it had been before he had went to school for seven years. But there were some changes though, there was no denying that fact.

[lucille elodie delacroix]

Lucille suppressed an involuntary shiver, she wasn't used to the cold. To say that she had been raised in the epitome of comfort was likely a bit of an understatement. Her family was an old pureblood family, with old money which earned incredulous amounts of interest from the bank. Though she had never seen any of their financial statements, Lucille could guess that the gold in their vault likely doubled every year- in spite of the fact that neither of her parents worked. Her father was always milling about the Ministry, enough so to the point where he might as well be a high-ranking official, though he earned no salary. He simply spent his time there allowing the real officials to schmooze to him in hopes of getting their hands on a portion of the Delacroix fortune to fund whatever their cause might be. Lucille herself had relatively little interest in politics despite her eloquence and knack for saying the right things to the right people at the right time. Mostly because she felt none of it made much a real difference. Laws could be changed, in hopes to make the lives of people like her better, but regardless of what the laws said, it didn't change the mindset of the people. Really, she felt they were only efforts on part of the Ministry to make them sound better on paper. That was all politics really was to Lucille, therefore she found the idea of getting involved to be relatively useless, and instead would sit idly, coasting off her parents' money. People could say what they might about her choice of lifestyle, and while she wasn't always content with it, it beat working at a job she hated to be able to live on her own- plus it was useful to establish connections within the pureblood community. Lucille was privy to all sorts of information, whatever she would use it for was beyond her, but she knew it would come in handy eventually.

She simply needed an outlet. But at the same time Lucille was almost afraid, she knew what it would mean to go public about her condition, she would be outcast, shunned from everything she'd ever known for the sake of supporting basic rights. It was likely why she hadn't yet pursued a path of activism, though all her research eventually ended up going in that direction... Lucille knew the second she spoke up her family would cut her off completely, she would be out on the streets, penniless and alone, unable to get a job as businesses still refused employment to known half-breeds, even if it technically had been made illegal. It was a difficult world out there for a half-breed, unless they had utmost secrecy or a large support network of other half-breeds, they were essentially alone in a world where the odds were stacked against them. Lucille swallowed forcefully once more, hoping to quell whatever lingering anxiety she had about Logan having discovered her secret so quickly. It almost didn't make sense how he had been able to do it, he had discovered in less than ten minutes what everyone else had been entirely oblivious to for twenty-four years. His senses must be keen, with his rough, unkempt appearance she figured that he had had the experiences necessary to hone his senses even when not transformed. Really, Lucille was almost in awe of his abilities, it wasn't something she ever figured that she could do. She almost wanted him to teach her, she already had the feeling of liking to listen to him speak, she could sit with him for hours, drink in everything he told her readily, absorb whatever she could get out of their conversation. It was borderline ridiculous, she already felt almost attached to him in a way, as if they were connected in a way that other people weren't.

Lucille nodded again after Logan spoke. She was a wise young woman, she knew exactly how good she had it, hence why she was so reluctant to do anything that might alter her current situation. If her family ties were cut, she would have literally nothing to fall back on, she wouldn't have anywhere to go. The mere idea was petrifying. If anything, Lucille was a woman who needed consistency. She was smart, thought quickly on her feet, but she didn't consider herself strong enough to be able to live off the land, scrounge and scavenge just to get by. She needed time to think, time to plan, she needed to be able to scope things out and proceed carefully. She'd go to pieces if she had to fend for herself like that. So she stayed where she was, in a suppressed, albeit extremely comfortable, position. "I have been. Given who my parents are I would have thought they'd have nothing to do with me. Instead everything has been hushed up," said Lucille, lightly shaking her head. She wished that it didn't have to be that way, though there was no other way it could be. This was her life, always had been, and likely always would be.

[logan james davenport]

Logan waited for Lucille to say something, he was sure that she was surprised to find out her secret as quickly as he did, it was not all that hard for him to figure out. For he was used to having his senses on all time high at all times, or that is what most people would say about his senses, but he wouldn't know of how good his senses was compared to human senses. He knows his senses were higher than most humans or even werewolves that haven't been raised like he has been. He could smell that smell coming from Lucille that of a werewolf as he wanted for her to say something to him, that was not the only smell he could smell at the moment. The nature smell was something he was used to smelling like the smell of a werewolf though his smell and Lucille stand out next to the smell of the humans that were close to them and yet not so close to them. He could also smell the perfume coming from the women, to be honest, he hated the different smells of the perfumes or even just the smell of one perfume. Logan figured half of that was because he could never understood of the use of perfume fully and that his senses were high enough that it could bother him from time to time. But that what made him different from Lucille or one of the many things was of the fact he had werewolf parents and Lucille did not and if she did, he would have known by now. For more than one reason to, one being was that if her parents were werewolves as well than he would have seen her in the pack for England only has one pack.

The other reason was because he felt attracted to her and he had a feeling what was causing it but he was having a hard time believing it though. In many ways he was hoping he was wrong but everything was pointing to the fact that he was right of what he was thinking of what was happening. So he felt conflicted about it, anyone who knows him well couldn't blame him for feeling conflicted about it. However for seem reason Logan thought she might feel conflicted but for different reasons, he didn't think it had to do with what she feels about him or anything like that, if she feels anything for him. To be honest he wasn't sure if Lucille feels attracted to him like he does to her, for now he decided to just stop thinking about that for a moment. He figured that Lucille might feel conflicted was because he had figured out her secret of where most other people didn't know about. He couldn't blame her for that, for if he was in her position that he would be worried and conflicted, that he would wonder of how he would keep the secret if someone else knows it. But he didn't need to worry about that though, once again that was how different they were raised by their parents. Logan merely nodded when Lucille had spoke once more! he would admit that he would have thought the same thing as well. But it was clear that her parents cared enough that they had hushed it up, not that his own parents didn't care or loved him, for they did. But they had a different way of showing it though for they didn't have the same lifestyle that Lucille and her family has.

Logan was sure that if his parents picked between the two lives of whether it would be the ones that Logan and his family knows or the one that Lucille has, that his parents would pick the life they know. Mainly because that it would be more helpful for a werewolf to know how to stand on their own two feet and know how to count on other werewolves if something were to happen. If Logan had to pick, he would pick the same as his parents for similar reasons as his parents. Even though his life was a tough, he wouldn't change it for another life or even a better life. But that would be different for Lucille, for she had known nothing else and she would most likely be left on the street if her secret had come out. He wasn't sure if she was forced into a normal life of a werewolf that she would have a hard time of standing on her own. "There are only a few that would do that, even now a days. It gives those a better standings in many ways and a much better life." Logan wasn't sure of what else to saw to Lucille at the moment, there things that he could say to her but he didn't think he should say it to her. However Logan had notice that Lucille was close of shivering, he didn't say anything, instead he took one of hands from her pocket and placed it between both of his hands.

Her hand felt cold in between his two hands, even with her height, her hands could still fit into his hands easy almost as if her hand was suppose to be in his hand. Logan couldn't but notice of how soft and smooth her hands were next to his own rough and tough hands, one thing that clearly showed the difference of their lifestyle.