Hey, don't I know you? [Ana]

[Wes Borgin]

Not needing sleep was possibly the worst thing that could have happened to Wes Borgin. Not being able to go to sleep left open this endless void of mischeviousness that he could get himself into. He had to find ways to entertain himself at night and stay out of trouble. Which usually involved the outdoors. Which was why Wesley Gilbert Borgin, the vampire was swimming in the Black Lake at terribly cold temperatures.

Though, the cold didn't bother him. He couldn't freeze to death and he was already pale as death anyway. It really had no feeling in it. The only temperatures Wes could feel were the warm ones because they were the change. The cold he was used to, the warm he craved.

Wes was contemplating this warm feeling while floating on his back in the icy waters. Nearby Prof in his neon orange sweater was snoozing giving slight dog snores. Even nearer by lay Wes's clothes. He had been prepared and brought his white and black swimtrunks, but they probably were blended in by now.

"You know, Prof," he said to the dog in his deep baritone of a voice. "I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with her. She's got the warmest body I've ever felt."

His voice was somewhat far away as if off in some other place. With someone else other than his dog and the cold lake. Which kept him from paying attention to his surroundings. He had always been careless when he was thinking. Not keeping a weather eye on the shore or a sharp ear turned to make sure no one was coming. He was just floating on air it would seem.

[Fynne Claraty]

Sometimes being an Auror completely ruined how you slept at night. She hadn’t expected to be this worried, and this conflicted. It was harder than she had initially expected to keep her true traits hidden – of course Ana’d lied before, it was something she couldn’t help and acting a part was just another puzzle to click into place. But had it been on so large a scale, and before she could even get close to falling asleep, the perfectionist side of her would go over everything she had done that day.

Would that one girl notice her slightly defensive stance when asking her name? Was it clear how much she internally detested how mean some of her fellow students were to each other? How stupid she thought the rivalry was?

It kept her up, meticulously examining everything she’d done. The Auror couldn’t help but think she’d give herself away, that someone would guess. And she’d felt stifled in that dormitory, like her secrets were even more easily exposed. The act was still up. She couldn’t even be restful properly. So there she was, sneaking out and wandering around the grounds, trying to quiet her mind.

She ended up near the lake, the black surface earning its name and reflecting the moonlight back up at the sky like a dark mirror. Quietly, she sat on the edge, close to the gentle ripples riding toward her, only to softly disappear once they hit land.

Out of habit, Ana found herself checking her surroundings, just to make sure no one had followed her, or for danger. Training had become engrained in her mind, and she couldn’t help but spot escape routes and places to defend herself in a duel, even though the likelihood of that was slim. A bright flash of color caught her eye, and she turned her head back toward her right. There was a little orange spot, tucked near a rock some meters away. Standing, she softly made her way over cautiously, only to discover a snoozing dog. She reached down to pet it, then craned her head, looking for an owner. Ah. Whoever it was was crazy enough to get in the water. Ana was a warm-blooded type of girl, but she couldn’t imagine dunking herself in that over-sized bucket of ice water.

Then she heard a voice.

It was that vampire.

He was one of her worries, too. She now had two options. Trust him, or give him a memory charm. Even if she chose the latter it’d have to wait a few minutes, so for a moment, she was unbelievably relieved to act like Ana Parris, not Ana White.

“Just who is that, Mr. Borgin?” She lifted an eyebrow, grinning jokingly. So this was what she needed. To be herself to someone. Explained a lot, really.

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[Wes Borgin]

Hearing the voice startled Wes out of his trance like state and sinking into the water. He broke back to the surface with his hands up. His wand was with his clothes anyway. He knew exactly who it was by her voice. She had to be the auror that checked up on the vampires. A panic went through him. What could he possibly have done? Automatic panic went through him.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to do it, lost control!" he started stammering out, keeping his feet moving, but he was sinking down to his waist. He didn't want to go to Azkaban, he just got here!

Maybe she needed and explanation and then he followed her line of vision to Prof. That's where you wanted to threaten Wes, he would always give in if Prof was involved.

"Do what you want with me, sugar, just leave the dog out of this," he replied, looking at Prof. Sometimes Wes didn't pick up on jokes as easily as other people. Plus he was too frightened at the moment to really pick up on anything at the moment.

[Ana White]

The redhead reached down to scratch the dog behind the ear. "He does kind of look like an old professor." And then it finally hit Ana that she'd scared him. That certainly had not been her intention, at least at the moment. She laughed. And it was her laugh, not the slightly condescending chuckle she'd been teaching herself to use.

"Relax." She said, offering up a reassuring smile. The Auror still wasn't sure if he'd comply or not, but she might as well be friendly while she could. "I didn't mean to scare you, I was only teasing." Sitting next to the lightly snoring dog, she continued to absentmindedly stroke him where the jacket didn't cover his warm fur. Even if she had meant to scare him, she wouldn't have threatened the dog. She'd seen people do that before, and she hated it. It wasn't an animal's fault who their owner was. And she knew from from the couple experiences she'd had with Wes that he was certainly not a bad person.

Ana missed having a dog. They understood you, and trusted you without question. The only one she had ever had died at a ripe old age of fifteen a year before she moved to London, and she missed the presence an animal could have.

"So you remember me, huh?" She asked nonchalantly, waiting to gauge his reaction. In the meantime, she kept her gaze on Prof, his slightly coarse hair running through her fingers.

[Wes Borgin]

Carefully and with extreme caution, Wes slides out of the icy waters. He stepped dripping on the ground, snow was starting to fall lightly, the first of the season.

Excruciatingly slow, Wes edged over to his clothes. picking up a towel and rubbing it across his pale body. His muscles were tense and his movements kept in control. He had been taught to fear aurors. Horrid stories of them taking vampires into custody, to Azkaban, and then letting them starve for a while and then unleash them on another prisoner to keep population down. It was enough to make Wes want to throw up.

"So you remember me, huh?"

He looked over at the girl, nodding at her question. "How could I forget, sugar? You and that partner of yours." his voice showed no hint of cold and he looked over at his dog, who was turning into a heat seeking missile in his sleep and scooting in closer to Ana. A pang of guilt went through Wes for he knew he couldn't comfort Prof with warmth. The sweaters were all he could offer the old dog.

"Old fool he is sometimes," Wes said. His voice had lost all trace of a British accent. Too much time in America had rid him of it. " Followed me out here even though I told him it would be too cold. Then he went and got that sweater. So stubborn."

Another thing Wesley Gilbert Borgin was known for was that he tended to ramble when he was nervous. He couldn't help it. Words just kept coming out like vomit. This got him a glare from a sleepy Prof as the dog laid his head on the girl's leg.

Wes gave a sigh and plopped on the ground. "If you're here to take me to Azkaban, I would like to tell you now before your partner springs out of the bush somewhere that I do have permission to be here. You can ask McGonogal yourself."

[Ana White]

The redhead looked down on the little dog warmly, her mouth lifting into an amused smile as he snuggled closer to her. "Hey, honey," She said quietly, scratching him once more behind the ear before looking back up at Wes.

"You can stop acting like a kid in the principal's office, now. I know you haven't done anything wrong. If it makes you feel any better, my partner's in London still, probably burning himself trying to make toast." She looked down at Prof, and added, "I was raised with a saying, 'if a good dog doesn't like someone, there's probably a reason.' And this one adores you, so you have to be one hell of a person."

Ana had always believed in that. Her family had raised her on it, and it usually had truth. Dogs sometimes had a sixth sense about people. Especially the overprotective ones. She'd noticed that, over the years. The animals just got that uneasy, protective feeling. That generally meant you should get the hell away from whoever was setting that feeling off.

"I'm not here to do anything remotely unpleasant to you. The worst that'll happen tonight is a memory charm. But that'll be for more my protection than harm to you." She paused, and looked at the dark lake. "What I need to know, is whether or not you're planning on telling anyone who I am."

He probably was, she thought. Get ready for the charm.

[Wes Borgin]

"Hey, doll, who am I to go around tellin' secrets?" he asked, loosening up just a tad. He slid his feet back into the water and leant back on his elbows. Lugging around this secret was sure mentally tiring. Why couldn't he just stand up on the Teachers table and say "GAH! I'M A VAMPIRE!"

But, he knew he couldn't do that. People would lose their heads and scream and start a mob and it'll be awful. So, only a couple of people could know. One or two. And he'd already used up one with Giselle and the other would be Hadyn most likely.

He glanced over at the auror, curious what she was doing here anyway. Not being able to contain his natural curiosity he voiced his question, "What are you doing here anyway?"

Wes had always been naturally curious. Sometimes that wasn't such a great thing. Being somewhat a kid at heart Wes often found himself in trouble for going places he shouldn't be. So...he regretted saying that. She probably couldn't tell him anyway.

He was jittery. His thoughts were scattered. He'd had a lot to think about so far. He took a glance at the girl. "And in Slytherin none the less. You seem to nice for them, doll. "

[Ana White]

Ana pulled one leg up to her chest - the other staying stretched out for the benefit of Prof. When she realized he wouldn't be telling anyone, she breathed an audible sigh of relief. No memory charm for her, tonight.

The arm that wasn't still petting the snoozing dog wrapped around her leg, and she rested her chin. The redhead remembered how much her partner had hated being the one to check up on all the vampires and werewolves. As much as she loved James, he could be more than a little pigheaded. They had sort of ended up playing an accidental game of 'good cop bad cop'. Eventually, -especially with the groups she had a preference for- she made him start staying behind. Prejudice didn't make their job easier. And Ana had always been an understanding sort of person. Who was she to judge someone, be it they were vampire or werewolf or just a different religion. That wasn't her style.

"No, I can tell you. Seeing as you already know I'm here, it can't hurt to tell you why." She paused. "The Ministry caught a whiff that there was some suspicious activities going on here in the Slytherin house. They wanted me to infiltrate and find out if there's anything worth paying some attention to." One shoulder lifted up in a shrug, and she added, "I was the only Auror who can act her ass off and looked young enough."

The house rivalries were really beginning to grate underneath her skin. She could understand playful competition, but the extent to which some of them went was ridiculous. It didn't sit right with her.

"Thank you, but I'm beginning to catch the idea that a lot of those kids aren't truly mean people. They were raised that way, and now they can't help but be cold." She thought of Lestrange, and how her first instinct on the girl was that she hadn't received quite the necessary amount of hugs as a child.