Throughout my school years, I was forced to drink a putrid potion that bubbled blue. I took to only drinking from a hip flask, much like Alastor Moody. Whenever I was short on potion, I was forced to leave the school and lock myself to a tree. I was always under constant supervision from my teachers, who seemed to be afraid of me now. They treated me like I required special treatment. Students my age and older whispered how I was 'a freak', 'a disgrace', all the rest.

Until I began to work wherever I work, which is private information, I had not met another werewolf. After two years of working at Top Secret place, I met another one, a girl. I cannot share her name with you, but for the sake of not being annoying, her name is Rose. It is not really, and this is just a name that I had on my mind. I don't remember how I found out, maybe a habit that we shared, a statue on her desk, something like that. Even when the time of the full moon wasn't upon us, I still had to fight off wolf-like habits. For example, I tried to become a vegetarian, but I could never stick to it.

One day, the Minister of Magic came to my office. (Dang it! I gave part of it away!) He noticed Rose and I chatting, and he sent us flying back to our desks. He commented to the boss on how we seem to idle more than work. The boss let it slip that us two were werewolves, and the Minister forced us to be fired. The day he fired us though, was the day I proposed to Rose. She accepted and we started a life living in a town on the outskirts of Scotland.