A Midnight Run:

[Margaret Mell Finchorn]

Mell left the lake and had begun to sneak through the back entrance to the Forbidden Forest; she’d discovered a small path back in her first year at Hogwarts. Often she would go here to get a good run or some quality alone time, she never shared it with anything, not even to her friends, it was a way of keeping a good secret spot to herself.

Students were either too scared to go into the forest so generally she was safe, with all the obnoxious threats from teachers telling them of the unknown terrors locked deep within the forest. Most of the so called “terrors” were much like bees if you didn’t bother them, you weren’t bothered. Mell took a deep breath once she was completely surrounded by trees, the world seemed so vast an open and it was her land to stand on. Her eyes wide taking in every sound, and as the world grew darker her senses grew keener, her dark eyes had slowly been adjusting to the darkening forest.

She twisted her neck around stretching her tense muscles, then soon let her mind grow blank her arms stretched out into massive forelegs, and her hands shaped into thick hooves, her back arched and her legs rose to match the hips her neck grew longer and from her nose and smile branched and thick muzzle, she shook her head tossing her brilliant black mane across the thick shoulders. Instead of the meek Slytherin girl, a large black horse stood in her place. Being an Animagus was an important part of Mell’s life, she loved to run and jump and now she was fast and one of the bigger creatures of the forest she felt safe and tough. The black mustang was intimidating and viscous although Mell was never prone to attacking.

This was her secret in the forest, her friends had no idea, and she had no intentions of telling them, soon as she did she dreaded the question she was bound to get, soon as someone slipped. ‘I want a ride’ and never would be allow another human onto her back, horse or not, ‘I’m not a pony at a fair’ she thought to herself and pounded and hoof against the cold, hard earth. For now it was her and the moon, running under the same starry sky.

[evelynn]

Darkness hugged Evvie close, covering her in it's hues of black and blue, a shroud which was merely a lack of colors. It was late, and sneaking out of Hogwarts through a secret passage was easy, and she knew she had to scout the Forbidden Forest for somewhere to hide when she changed. She had to have somewhere safe to go. Before nearing the forest, her head shifted upwards, and she looked at the sky. She had only a few days to find somewhere before her first transformation at Hogwarts this year took place.

With the night sky covering her in it's blanket of darkness, she finally reached the woods, hidden, and therefore unable to get caught. it was late anyway. She was supposed to be in her common room, and no one was going to notice her missing, excluding maybe Ribbon, who had seemed to be falling her through the halls like an obsessed stalker as of late.

She winced, her arm hitting some thorns which snagged at her robe, ripping away at the cloth which hid her most easily seen scar. a large claw mark which ran down her arm, from her elbow to the top of her wrist. It was her most easily distinguishable mark of being a werewolf. She'd need to be careful when heading inside. Luckily, she had more then one robes, luckily.

Her arm grasped her wrist, where the torn fabric was, though it didn't completely cover the tear. The tear went to about one third of the way up her arm, and at least a few inches of it were still visible. At least in the dark, it wouldn't be anywhere near as simple as in the day.

She fled further into the forest, and soon found herself on a path. Luckily, she found it, otherwise more rips would probably have exposed more. She blindly followed the trail. It expanded, becoming a small clearing. Trees were still around, just not any where near as tightly packed. Space.

her head shifted down, trying to examine the spot on her arm that showed the terrible mark. It was a bright pink in the daylight, contrasting greatly with her pale skin, but in the dark, it was a slightly darker mark. Easier to see up close. She closed her eyes, released a sigh of exasperation, and attempted to find somewhere farther from the path that would be safe to change.

With the terrible lighting, she couldn't see the large black horse. Hey, she couldn't see her hand if it was placed a few inches in front of her face. She was lucky when she saw the trees before she bashed into them, and after her third time of bashing her hands against rough tree trunks, tearing the skin slightly, she gave up, leaning against the tree.

"Fine. I'll wait until tomorrow," she muttered, frustrated at her failed attempt to even walk a few feet without injuring herself. Finding somewhere safe to change seemed out of the question at the moment.