For the unfortunate witches and wizards who've had the displeasure of being turned to a werewolf, they are by law required to register themselves as such. This unit is directly related to the Werewolf Capture Unit in the fact that all werewolves brought into the Capture unit are required to be registered in this unit before being set free again, once the transformation has been tamed or exhausted.

Here the following information is required before they are released:
Name:
Age:
Location:
Number of times detained:
Werewolf duration: [date turned or approximate length of time turned]
Treatment: [if any]

Liz walks into the office, looking to see where her cubicle is. She puts her box down, and notices a stack of papers in the inbox on her desk.

She sets up her laptop, and makes sure it is hooked up to the office network. She empties her box and puts everything away. "Now it looks better in here, more homey looking", she says to herself.

She sits down and begins entering all the unfortunate people that were forced to become werewolves, into the registry.

Star can barely contain herself as she rides the lift to Level 4. She begins her new job today with Werewolf Registry.

She enters the office and is directed to her cubicle, where she places her laptop and starts putting out her nic-nacs and pictures of her kids and granddaughter.

She goes to the next cubicle and meets Liz, her co-worker.

"Hi Liz, I am Star Black"

Hello Star Black!

How are you enjoying your first few days?

I'm finding it sad, how many people have ended up as werewolves...Liz says as she flips through the rest of the stack.

"I still trying to find my niche. I am nervous about being here. I haven't worked in the magickal world long and I hope I can be a asset to this job."

'There are so many young people working here,' I thought to myself 'I hope I can keep up with them'

"I did go next door and met a nice young man working in the Werewolf Capture Unit. We will be working closely with that team."

"He was drawing the most beutiful picture of a griffyn. It was almost lifelike. I felt as though I could almost pet it."

Finding my cubicle I unload everything into a corner, destined to be sorted later. Looking around the office I notice that there is almost no activity.
Wow, who'd've known. Werewolf capture unit. Dang this is a big responsibility.
Sighing, I sit down pulling my sketchbook out, brushing my hand through my hair, resting my feet on my desk, and continuing my sketch of the griffyn I had meat only a few weeks ago.

Star goes next door to the office called The Werewolf Capture Unit.
"Hello, I'm Star Black from Werewolf Registry. I thought I'd introduce myself since our offices will be working together."

Sighing and looking up I see a middle aged woman smiling as she geeted me.
"Mmm. My name is Xire Darthun, I'm new here to, and have an exceptional skill at both sketching and dealin with magical creatures. Since we're going to be working together, it's best to know each others abilities, so why don't you go first?"

"Hello, Xire" I said to the nice young man sitting at the desk. He kind of reminds me of my son Christopher. Tall, thin and all that long hair. Except for the eyes.

"Well, this is my first job ever. I have been living across the pond in North Carolina since I graduated Hogwarts. I've just been a mother and wife. My daughter is about your age. My son is 29. Both married now, My son gave me a granddaughter who is 11 now, she is waiting on her Hogwarts letter. And my daughter is expecting twins."

" You will find out soon that I tend to mother people. I try not to, but just can't help myself. I have a large group creatures that I mother now." I smile as I say this. "They tend to get grumpy when I get all 'mothery' "

"I am very good with Herbs and Potions. Not a good flyer. And very good at mixing with Muggles. My parents raised my sisters and me as muggles. I did not know that I was a witch until I turned 11."

I know I shouldn't talk so much, but I miss my kids and he looks like such a nice young man.

"So, did you go to Hogwarts?"

Glancing upward once more, I happily say,
"Yeah, one of the top people in my class, half because I was already applying to be an animagus. I have a slight case of paranoya. and have photographic memory, a slight drawback to having that though...Oh and as you can see I'm a heterochromida, like my cousin, cept he has a blue eye." I smile at Star, half bewildered with the fact that she had just come out of North America.

"Dear, you must not have met my family. I mean, have you ever met a black with red hair. I had a cousin who was a Metamorphmagus, I was never sure what she would look like, though she did have a fondness for purple. And I have several family members who were just plain batty, and mean too. I guess that is why my parents chose to live in the United States. But I fell in love with England and Scotland when I went to Hogwarts. Now I am here to stay."

'This is a relly nice young man,' Star thought. 'I think I will enjoy working here'

"Well Xire, I need to get back to my desk and take care of my paperwork . then I off to get some lunch."

"We'll talk again soon I hope?"

"Meh, see you. Though for a note my great-great-great grandmother was Cassieopia Black, I believe, so we may be distantly related." I say as she leaves.
Now back to my sketch...

Allison slipped into the office as quietly as possible. She was hoping to not cause commotion, or really be noticed, as she was new. She had a small box tucked under her arm, containing a few possessions to put on or in her desk. A gust of wind slammed the door behind her. Shoot… She thought.

"Um, hi?" I say, barely able to see over the wall of my cubicle. "Who's there?" I continue towards the door as I get ready to get up.

“Hello?” Allison asked. “I’m, uh, new. Am I in the right place?” She looked around and finally managed to spot who was talking. She shifted her stuff to free a hand. “Hi, I’m Allison Boggs.”

"Unless you weren't put into the werewolf capture unit, this is the spot." I say smirking as I stand up. "Ack! Where are my manners? Names Xire Darthun, and welcome to the unit."

I understand. I feel the same way. I'm wondering if it will get any busier, it's nice just doing paperwork, but isn't the job to be more than that?

My niece, who is just a 1st year at hogwarts, is really good at drawing. I'm just amazed at some of the drawings she has done!

"Thanks." Allison put her box down on an unoccupied desk. "Uh, any particular desk or...?" she trailed off.

"My granddaughter is waiting for her Hogwarts Letter. She lives in the United States, but asked if she could go to Hogwarts instead of the American School. She will be living with me during school breaks. She wanted to come here for her schooling because that's I went there and she likes its that we share the same first name."

"I too was wondering if it would get any busier. I guess we will find out after the next full moon."

"Not that I know of, I just picked this one cause I felt like it, maybe because it felt roomy. I dunno." I say, half immersed in thought of what I just said, half immersed in our conversation.

My twin brother had a girl and she shares my name. I feel really sad for her right now. Her mother is dying, and she doesn't know it, she knows she's sick, but not how sick. My brother, her papa, doesn't want her to know, but I think she should. I'm considering visiting her soon.

Hmmm, when is the next full moon...Liz waves her wand, and a calendar appears.

Allison smiled. “Ok then.” She left her stuff on the desk. “I suppose I’ll just sit here, good as any I guess.”

Ryan strolled on to the forth floor and found his cubicle which was hard to spot amoung the others, carring a small box of personal possessions in his arms. Finding his cubicle he opened the door and entered, placing the box on his desk he drew his wand and gave it a wave the contense of the box flew out and placed them selves on the desk and a small map of britain which hung its self on the wall. After this a small amount of pins flew out and dotted them selves on the map, looking round the cubicle that now had various objects scattered around it he smiled to him self and sat down on the chair near his desk waiting for something to do.

Joseph walked into the office. Being taller then most people, he towered over everyone in the room. With a broad smile on his face, he walked to one of the desks with nothing on it. He looked over at the other four people, his co-workers he assumed. "Hello," he said, "My name is Joseph." He wouldn't have been surprised if they we're skittish around him. His insane height and muscular build usually intimidates many people.