Closed Raw Steaks by the Lake PV Quinn Root

Date and Time: Thursday, Sept 8, Dinner

Tesla wasn't exactly hiding the fact she was a werewolf from the world, but aside from Colin McCoire finding out she'd really done her best to not advertise it. That led to a couple issues now it was almost her first full moon, some of the more serious ones being things like the first time changing without her mum there to help her and being afraid of being isolated and alone with no one to talk about those fears with. The less serious side effect that she hadn't seen coming, was the inability to feed her hunger. Sure, there were practically limitless amounts of food available each meal, but that wasn't what she was craving.

Saying Tesla was craving blood and violence was just untrue, and yet another stereotype that werewolves were subjected to. She was, however, craving raw meat. That she wanted to eat with her bare hands. And tear into with slightly sharper than normal canines. So, maybe a bit more feral than the average wizard, but certainly not bloody or violent! Just hungry and a bit cranky. Especially considering there was never any raw meat served at dinner. It was fair enough, but Tesla was not happy about it.

That led to where Tesla was now, sitting on the grass by a random tree while most everyone else was at dinner, tearing into a pile of practically raw steaks. They were slightly cooked, but not so much so that the middle wasn't pink and red nearly all the way through, with juices and the-red-stuff-that-looked-like-blood-but-wasn't-technically-blood covering her hands and face. She couldn't convince the house elves in the kitchen to give her fully raw food, they all just tutted and fussed and finally compromised to cook it rarer than rare for her. It was probably for the best. She was so invested in her snacking she became completely unaware of her surroundings, losing track of time. People going for a walk after an early dinner, or rushing to catch the end of the meal could be heard on some of the more major paths, but none came down to the lake where Tesla had tucked herself when she couldn't resist eating her dinner for another second. Not yet, at least.