"She's had an axe to grind with me for some time..." Said Luna with very old fashioned syntax, clearly a fairly old and well traveled Werewolf to the trained ear. "It's dreadf-..." She suddenly stopped mid sentence as she caught his scent, her nostrils quivering for a moment. "Ahem, sorry... dreadfully tiresome..." She gave a wolfish grin and pulled out her Literature book 'The Hound of the Baskervilles.' "Right... well... I have Literature. Thanks for the help... I'm Luna by the way... Luna McAlear... McAvoy I mean, sorry... stepdads..." she gave a small nervous laugh and started to walk off, hips swaying with the motion.