<div class="floatright">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTIyNDQ4NzAxOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzU0OTI5MQ@@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Laertes Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>"Good evening, Dr DuQuesne," Liam said, trying and failing in his attempt to not butcher a name that was decidedly not Irish.  "If there was anything I could ask for, it would be some decent music.  Got any Dropkick Murphy or Tokyo Hotel?" He chuckled. "Didn't think so.  And don't worry," he added, tugging at the iron linked chain around his wrist.  "I'm shackled.  Any young lady I encounter, I will have to charm without using Selkie glamer.  You'll know it's come off if all the werewolves start howling.  Wouldn't want that, now would we?  I'm a fast swimmer but on land I figure the football team can outrun me and I don't want to be their tackling dummy, now do I?"<br/><br/>Liam, being a Selkie, was fae rather than a lycanthrope. The silver chains he was wearing would not affect him but the cold iron would, restraining his natural magic.  It was, the headmistress had explained, for his own good.  They didn't want to have to explain to anyone, his parents or the school trustees, why the football team kept trying to beat him up.  It would also prevent some unfortunate levels of fraternization with the female students.  Realistically, he didn't mind.  If he couldn't attract a girl without magic, he didn't want to attract one<em>with</em>magic.