Relaxing for once {{open}}

Subastian layed his head in her lap and his foot began kicking when she scratched between his ears. He hummed softly as she played with the fur he had his ears were erect so he could hear anything coming. His tail wagged his tail just out of habit, he curled his body up to keep her warm since he was like a heater.

She smiled happily and leaned against him, enjoying the warmth almost radiating off of him. She decided she might just have to keep him but she was sure that the Ravenclaws would notice a girl with a giant dog walking through the castle. Not only would it be a bit weird but she'd have a hard time blending in with Subastian being a cuddly, furry dog basically. She continued to run her hands through his fur and scratched between his ears.

Dora picked up some more sticks and put them in the fire. She rested her head against his neck and gently scratched under his chin, trailing her fingers along his jaw.
"How can such beautiful animals be treated like they are." she asked no one in particular.

Subastian licked her hand softly and closed his eyes slowly falling asleep. He moved more so that his body was protecting her and keeping her warm. 'I won't let anyone harm you.' Subastian thought in his head as he fell asleep but a noise kept him awake. He opened his eyes and looked around towards the woods.

She felt completely relaxed which was an odd, almost unidentifiable feeling. But Dora basked in it, the warmth and the protectiveness and just the feeling of being cared about. All were old things that she had encountered in what seemed like a past life. When truly, six years wasn't that long. But for her, so much had changed. Even sleep seemed to be coming her way.

Dora snuggled down beside Subastian with every intent of sleeping with him. Maybe it was the warmth that was ebbing around her and teasing her muscles, almost seducing her into a slumber. Even if she could go to sleep she knew she'd wake up easily. Upon seeing Subastian's unease, Dora began to play with the tufts of fur again. She did want him to have fun but whatever the noise was in the forest had obviously grasped his attention with two hands.

A part of Dora felt a little bit jealous of that fact but then the other side knew that it was in their nature so what was the point? The jealousy was petty and she knew she was being exactly that but, running her hand along his spine, she knew that there was a hidden beauty that all of them possessed which only seemed accessible during the full moon. Humans had so much to hide yet the wolves could be anyone they wanted to be.

Subastian settled down and all his attention went to her. He laid his head in her lap breathing steady. He turned his head to her hand and licked it then laid his head back down upon her lap closing his eyes slowly. A gentle humming came from his throat as he slept there keeping her warm and protecting her at the same time.

The area around her was becoming blurry as her eyelids began to grow heavy. Dora moved closer to Subastian once more and let her head fall back fully against the grass. Her eyes closed and her dark eyelashes began to tickle the skin beneath her eyes. Her hair was splayed out on the grass and as the seconds ticked by the further into a peaceful slumber she fell. Nightmares wouldn't plague her dreams because she knew both consciously and unconsciously that she wasn't in harms way - she was safe again. It seemed that even her father was satisfied by her body and mind succumbing to the darkness that was sleep. He retreated to the further reaches of her mind and decided to curl up himself.

Dora was at peace; almost. She knew that when she woke up nothing would have changed. She would have to get on with her life and Subastian... Well, Subastian would have to do the same wouldn't he? She'd revert back to fighting constantly with her magical core, trying to get it to mask her scars and she'd become impassive once more. She was young but not naive to the world and its inner workings. Nothing would change when she woke up. Subastian had his own life, Dora was sure of that. He probably had someone to love him and care for him - someone to go home to. She had a home in Spinner's End that could rival the Shrieking Shack. Her father was dead. Her mother was dead (thank Merlin) and of course those siblings of hers were roaming around the magical world looking for Dora and her money.

Yes, none of that would change at all and it seemed it was just another Full Moon where she and wolf alike bonded but forgot each other by the time the sun rose; nothing out of the usual pattern. The girl that wandered the various forests she encountered, barefoot and trying to befriend vampires that wanted to eat her. That girl was still there but those few rare and magical hours where she could relax and feel slightly normal were enjoyed. It was selfish of her but she was almost overjoyed there were werewolves in the world. They could understand her the way others couldn't and for that, she was glad.

When morning came Subastian was back to his human form and began making breakfast. He was fully dressed in a pair of worn out jeans, a black t-shirt and a pair of black combat boots that he wore when he was out here. He had bags under his eyes and he looked very worn out, though he had slept for a long time.

Morning, it was something that Dora used to look forward to, it was her escape from sleep; not that she really slept anyway. She’d usually watch the sun come up over the horizon or at the very least, sit outside with the Thestrals and help them clean up their camp. But now, she didn’t want morning to come. She was peaceful and was more comfortable lying there than she’d ever been. But there was something missing. The air had become cool and there wasn’t that constant radiation of heat around her anymore. This is what woke her up, the missed feeling of Subastian beside her. She didn’t immediately open her eyes though. She’d learned to listen to your surroundings and assess where you were before showing signs of being awake. These skills were never put to use though as she was never actually asleep. She did feel an aspect of excitement but all she could smell was breakfast. Breakfast near the lake? She didn’t care what it was or who was cooking it but it was enough to coax her out of her slumber.

She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her hair had managed to knot together then night prior and her curls were clumped together in some sort of mass of hair. She felt like a big red bush that hadn’t been trimmed because the owner had lost the cutters. Her hair was due a cut, even she could admit that. Dora yawned and took the brown hair band off of her wrist. She always carried on with her in the event that she actually slept. It was another thing she never put to use but was glad she had it. She expertly braided her hair and managed to get into a tight braid. She was shocked by how long it was even when tied back. She’d get it cut to her shoulders at some point. Perhaps when she got home she’d ask the kind woman next door to cut it for her. That would work.

Dora got to her feet and stretched. She heard the sound of her joints clicking and smiled sleepily to herself. She decided that she’d have to make a habit of that sleeping lark that everyone seemed to be able to do. She liked it well enough. Dora’s eyes fell on Subastian and she was pleased to know that he was the one cooking and not some bizarre wizard that decided he wanted to set up came and cook on the grounds of Hogwarts. Dora had a feeling that the Headmaster would probably hex the man off of the premises. “Good Morning Subastian.” Dora said sleepily. “Did you sleep well?”

Subastian looked up and smiled, "Good morning Amadora. Yes i did in fact sleep well though i probably don't look like it. How did you sleep?" He asked as he finished making breakfast which consisted of sausage, eggs, and biscuits that he had gotten from the kitchen. He also had a large container of orange juice and another filled with pumpkin juice. "I made eggs, sausage and biscuits, the containers have orange juice and pumpkin juice in them. I have two mugs in my satchel next to you as well as two plates. You can help yourself to what you want, i made i think more than enough for the two of us."

"Well enough." she laughed a little at the absurdity of the situation. "I expect I looked like a zombie yesterday. It was the best sleep I've had in a few years actually." She opened up and took out the plates and the mugs. She put the mugs down on the grass and handed Subastian a plate. She figured that it was best to get the food while it was hot and get some juice as and when they wanted it. She put some eggs and a few sausages onto the plate and picked up a few biscuits. It all smelt great, even the biscuits oddly enough. She settled herself back down on the grass and picked up the carton of pumpkin juice. She poured a little into each mug and figured that if Subastian wanted some more than he would add some. "I didn't expect breakfast." she said conversationally. "Did you cook this?"