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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 3:51:48 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"Exactly," she gave him a toothy grin.
"Though I know the saying, better love and loss than never love at all. But... I think that was written by someone who hasn't really been through real heartbreak."
Like Severus and Lily. Like she and her brother. Sure, it wasn't the same kind of love, but it was still painful. Toc are for someone with all of your being, thinking they would care for you no matter what... what idealistic thinking. In the end, what she was, the silver and green, her ideas, they just didn't match up with her brothers and he ended up judging her the same as everyone else.
The sad part is, blood is thicker than water, and while she hated him right now, she knew he kept tabs on her, and she kept tabs on him. They were brother and sister, after all.
Still, it doesn't make the pain any less unbearable.
She gave him a wry grin. "As they say, work smarter, not harder."
She set aside her tattered Slytherin robe and the sweater beneath it. He seemed to be looking at her, with a gaze she knew, a studying sort of gaze, curious. She smiled slightly. Normally she would take offence to such a look, but from him, she knew it was merely a curiosity.
"No imposition at all," she looks to her meal, then back to him. "I don't take my meals publicly, not this close to the full moon. Obvious reasons. If you have time to kill, feel free to ask questions. I can tell your just bursting."
She giggles slightly. "Normally I wouldn't talk about it, but I know you're just wanting the knowledge. Best you probably have it, if you're going to be running around in his lot. It's not every day you come across a friendly werewolf, is it not?"
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 6, 2018 4:13:22 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] He nodded his head in agreement. “I’m sure you understand.” It wasn’t exactly secret how she and her brother didn’t really get along. In a lot of ways, it almost felt like him and Lily. Slytherin and a Gryffindor who knew each other for years before school, and had a falling out near the ending of their schooling that was a long time coming? In a lot of ways, even though they were particularly close, he felt a kinship with Rose here. She understood what he went through better than anyone else – even if it wasn’t his family. Lily felt like family at least. “The pain is indescribable when you’re betrayed by someone you trust.” He purses his lips and shakes his head.
When she seemed to understand what was going through his head he smiled. It was almost charming. Sitting down, he sat a bit forward as if he were an eager student in class ready to learn on day one. “You caught me. I’ve met one before, I’m sure you heard about it. Your brother nearly killed me.”
He waggled his eyebrows before he leaned back and placed his hands behind his back. “When it’s not… that time of the month, how are you different? I’ve heard your tastes are rarer than most people, but is there anything else? Heightened senses? Territorial nature? In social structures with people like you, are there alphas and things like that, just as with regular wolves?”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 4:43:22 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She nodded once but said nothing more on the subject. She didn't talk about her falling out. She'd rather not. It still sliced through her.
It still showed on her face. She really needed to get the hang of that, shutting off her outward reactions. People could use that. She closed her eyes a moment, willing her face to sort itself out before she looked at him again.
"Ah, yes. I do remember that. I remember chewing Sirius' ear off about it. Of course, they didn't listen and Remus was too cowardly to stand up and say anything. Stupid, idiotic...."
She continued to mumble curses under her breath, before she cut herself off, realizing she was getting upset again. She closed her eyes. Count backwards from ten. Her eyes opened again.
"Things become more obvious the closer to the full moon it is. The things we eat, how we act... senses, indeed."
She took a moment to close her eyes and scent the air. She could smell her food, which caused her stomach to growl loudly, but she didn't react, as her nose caught onto something... more. Sandalwood, Old Leather, and fresh potion ingredients.
When she opened her eyes, she realized he had moved towards the scent and found herself directly in front of Severus, very close; she pulled away, smiling sheepishly. But did not apologise. Just returned to her seat before her dinner.
"I'd like to claim I don't get territorial, but I do. I don't have a reason for it really these days, though. No one to get territorial over."
She gave a little sigh. "And there are heirachies. Doesn't matter when you've only been a pack of two. Remus and I don't have the power struggle. I don't feel the urge to join a real pack. I don't think I could handle it."
She paused a moment. "Rather, I don't think I would be able to do as required. I'm not a real werewolf, you know. I'm not accepted by them, just as I'm not accepted as just a normal witch."
She looked away, "I...I'm not on the same mindset as Fenrir, as I think attacking children for no good reason - well, I guess in my case... it wasn't a good reason, but I can see why he was provoked - I just don't agree with Fenrir, but the idea..."
She seemed to be having trouble putting the thought into words. She huffs. "It's not like the Ministry or the Order is doing anything to help my kind either. At least with... him there is talks of equality. At what cost, I'm attempting to figure out."
She chewed on her bottom lip. "So you can probably see why I've been sniffing around this side of things."
Realising she'd just started babbling, she shut up, looking back to him. "Sorry, you were asking things. Go on."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 6, 2018 5:10:44 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] Severus gave her a quick smile before turning to an unsatisfied look on his face. He shook his head and let out a deep breath. Understandably so, he was afraid of them ever since – especially Remus, given he saw the wolf in its full form charge at him. That was honestly the biggest reason he didn’t just go out and reveal to the world. After all, it would probably help his cause even – make Dumbledore look even loonier than he already did.
He could tell it upset her, and so he dropped the subject. He wasn’t one for talking about things that scared the shit out of him. Especially when he owed Potter from that given how he saved his life – even if it was Black’s fault in the first place. He hated feeling like he owed someone something – especially that utter idiot. Just the idea of seeing him walking around with that stupid snitch made his temper flare up. He took in a deep breath and calmed himself.
When she began to sniff around, he raised an eyebrow as she got closer to him, but didn’t move away or towards her. He was just a bit confused as to what she was doing. Apparently, she was sniffing him? Perhaps it was like dogs – they could recognize others by scent or something. At least she wasn’t sniffing his arse. “Not territorial, hm? So if I – and this is extremely gross, but just hypothetically – ran up to your brother and snogged him you wouldn’t care?” He gave her an amused look before a fake vomit sound and then rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Not a real werewolf? Well then, he was not a real human. Try that on for size. “No, no, I think that’s fine. Honestly, I feel similarly, though here I am joining a pack of humans. To be perfectly fair, I don’t like Fenrir. I haven’t even met the beast, but even from the others he’s a terrible creature. Can’t even classify as human anymore, and you’re at least human for the majority of the month.” He shook his head, shaking slightly as he thought about possibly meeting the terror in the future.
“I could probably get you an audience with him. I mean, I doubt he’d give you the honor of marking you, but you could at least make a difference. Join the efforts. And when we win, you could have more influence over how people like you are treated – the non-pack wolves. Fenrir would get free reign for the ones like him I suppose.”
He chuckled as she apologized to him. “No, really it’s alright. I don’t mind. It was interesting. Thought I was wondering if I could get a sample of your saliva now, a bit from when you’re transformed, and then in the middle of the month. For research purposes. Sounds gross, but you know. The better we understand it, the better we can guard against it. The muggles have this thing called vaccines. When I was little my father forced me to get them. But maybe if one applies the concept with magic, y’know. Could protect people from it.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 5:33:01 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Well, the problem is now, his scent was in her mind. Maybe it could be useful. Well, of course, it was. If someone tried to impersonate him via polyjuice she would know the difference immediately. Well, at least that was helpful.
She gave him a look at his hypothetical question, just completely confused and... what. "Yeah, that's... not how that works. I mean, what you're insinuating... blech. I'm his sister, not his lover!"
She shudders, rubbing her arms to soothe the gooseflesh on her arms.
She nods, however, at his assessment of Fenrir. He really is a terrible... thing, beast, yes. Beast. Not even classifiable as human. She indeed, had most of her human parts intact. Including her morality. The ability to distinguish between right and wrong. Everything like that. She gave him a small smile.
Honour? Of being marked? No, she didn't classify it as an honour, no. She kept her mouth firmly shut on that. However, the idea of an audience... perhaps.
"Hmmm, maybe. It's worth a try, right? I don't think Fenrir would share though. I'd have to fight for dominance.... or worse, submit to him, and that isn't in my books either."
She gives him a daring grin, "when it comes to werewolves, I submit to none. Ah, I guess there's the hierarchy. I've been a wolf of one so long..."
She giggled. "It really is worth a try though." She shrugs. "I don't know if there's anyone out there who don't follow Fenrir. He's kinda intimidating... and an 'it's his way or no way' kind of guy."
She blinked."I'd be happy to give you whatever you want."
...wow that was a strong thing to say. "I mean, for whatever research. Though, I dunno how you'd get it from me during my transformation. It's not like I'm on wolfsbane. Saliva, blood. I'm willing."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 6, 2018 5:51:46 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] He snickered at her reaction to it. Of course, he thought it was gross too, but it was a good question! Since he didn’t quite know how it worked. Apparently, it didn’t work for family. Instead of saying this aloud he decided to make it even worse. “Ah, so you don’t mind. I’ll have to check him on my list of ‘possible lovers’.” He looked at her with a serious look before he burst out in laughter. “I am kidding. Obviously.”
Severus shook his head. “If I do what I want and become his right hand man… well that beast is dominated by the Dark Lord and would grant you that because well, I would ask him to do it. He rewards his faithful servants. Not like it would lose the mutt too many. Unfortunately, there aren’t many like you. There could be more, since they’d be in hiding but… I wouldn’t bet money on it. He’d only ‘lose’ those who he never had nor would ever have anyways. Plus, it might help bring more like you onto our side, y’know?” He gave her a grin leaning towards her while he sat. His posture was slightly more open than usual, but he was still fairly closed off, his hands on his knees, but not completely crossed along his chest.
He covered his mouth when she said she would give him whatever he wanted. Boy. At least she corrected her mistake quickly after. “Oh I’m glad you added that - as a young man alone in a girl’s room I may have gotten he wrong idea,” he teased. Quickly pulling out a few vials he handed them over to her. “Blood would be good as well. My studies may eventually come up with all the different ways one could be turned – perhaps even discovering one we don’t know about yet. Such as, what if a werewolf gets into an accident, and is sent to a muggle hospital? If they die and the doctors end up giving their organs or blood to a muggle… would those muggles become werewolves?”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 6:14:06 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Her eyes narrowed at him.
"You... have fun with that."
He was laughing, joking, kidding... and she had to ignore the weird feeling of relief in her chest that only revealed to her the pounding of her heart she had been able to ignore in her utter disgust at the thought of it all.
"No offence, I don't think you could handle Remus. He's too needy."
She swallowed at the thought. What he was proposing... was almost a sort of belonging. She bit down on the inside of her bottom lip, studying him.
"Question is, why bother going through all the trouble? Ah, wait, no. I get it." She smiles at him and touches a cheek with a finger. "If the Dark Lord can grant us freedom... I suppose it's worth a try."
She pulled her hand away, "many like I? I suppose there's not. I've accepted my condition, but I don't feel the need to change ever human, magic or no. There's no pleasure in it. Fenrir really is a beast."
Backpedalling on her catch, she smirked at him, "Are you glad I amended that statement?"
She snickers.
Her brows furrowed in thought. "It's something... in the saliva, I know, that does the usual turning. So I suggest you be careful. Gloves and all that. But it has to get into the bloodstream. So it can't be contracted through like, kissing, or... anything. Not unless we purposely like, nick you with a fang. Which is also possible."
A brow rose. However, he had a point. "If a werewolf dies - and god, that really would take a lot. I'm sure muggle would realize rather quickly after the vitals had dropped to near death measurements that the wolf was still alive, barely, but still there... and they used the organs in such a way... the blood in those organized would be... uh, diseased, but...."
She seemed to think on it a moment. "I don't think they would become full-on werewolves. And by that I mean they wouldn't go through the transformation. Unless the transplant happened on the full moon. Which... that would be very unlucky for them."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 6, 2018 6:30:40 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] Snickering once more, his head shook when she said he couldn’t handle Remus. Obviously, he couldn’t handle being around such a big prick not the needy bit. Like seriously, the guy wouldn’t stand up to his friends. He probably would be pushed around easily by anyone who would accept that asshole. And honestly, that wasn’t a healthy relationship. Then again, Sev didn’t believe he could have a healthy relationship himself. He was just too screwed up in the head to really be happy or healthy mentally.
Tapping his nose twice and pointing at her, he spoke, “Spot on. Freedom. It’s worth all the trouble and strife in this world. Some people think our beliefs are archaic, no longer viable. The magical community has been in hiding for far too long. It’s time we took our rightful place above those without magic. Of course, I don’t believe that bullshit that muggleborns stole their magic – that’s impossible. But I do believe they don’t belong as a general rule. I’ve never met a muggle who I thought was a good person and I’m a half-blood.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’ve met a muggleborn who was good, but only one. There’re exceptions to every rule, just like every werewolf isn’t a beast, like you and well, your brother isn’t a beast like Greyback. I just wish people could understand that. If a type of people in general are cruel and evil and kill millions of their own kind, they should be controlled.”
He raised an eyebrow as she asked if he was glad. Shaking his head, he let out a sigh. “Perhaps if I never met Lily Evans I might say I wasn’t glad. Doing anything with… someone else would feel wrong I think. Not only that, I couldn’t give you the love you deserve.”
“So what happens if, say, a wolf not on a full moon bit someone? They weren’t transformed at all, how close to the transformation would a bite be safe?” Dark magic, dark creatures. It was all so alluring to him.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 6:49:24 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"Not all Wizards are all that great either."
The words tumbled out before she can stop them.
"Exceptions to the rule, right? After my brother and I were turned... our father turned violent. Not all my scars are from transformations."
She left it at that. Not delving too deeply into it, but enough to make her point.
"But, I agree with the idea that we shouldn't be forced to stay secret just because muggles don't understand us. It's like... being gay! You know, not everyone understands it, it's different, sure, but doesn't mean that person should hide. It's not fair on them."
She nods, "though, I also would give the benefit of the doubt that not all muggles are bad.... most of them are... stupid, but not bad."
She pursed her lips, reached out and set the back of her hand on his cheek, and gave him a kind smile. "Yeah, I get that."
How did this suddenly become about them? And why did that statement make her sad?
Instead of remarking more on the subject, she pulled away from it, also her hand, which dropped back into her lap.
"Uh, well. I wouldn't risk it past the day before."
She rose a brow.
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 6, 2018 7:08:22 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] For a moment he was curious as to what she meant about wizards not being all great – immediately he thought of people like Dumbledore – but when she stated how her father mistreated her, he immediately felt a pang in his heart. He took the hand she had placed on his cheek and kissed it softly. “Exceptions to every rule. It’s not like the Dark Lord wants to let wizards do whatever they want. People like him would be thrown into Azkaban instead of people like me. The ministry would love to throw me in there, if they could prove I’ve done anything. Which they can’t. I’d happily take care of your father. Give me the word and I’ll make sure he suffers for what he did. Crimes like that should never go unpunished.”
Like my father’s were. He added that mentally and he pursed his lips. His father died in an accident without facing up to his crimes of abuse to him and his mother – and he even took his mother with him. He swallowed, a look of hate spreading on his face as he just thought of it. He wished he could’ve been the one who ended him – but it took too long for him to become of age and to be able to get away with it. Instead he sacrificed his mother’s life for his future. Was it worth the trade? He didn’t think so.
“Being gay?” He tilted his head. “Well I suppose so. I do think we wizards are more accepting of that type of stuff.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Muggles are… incredibly stupid as a general rule. A lot of them are evil, but not all of them of course. Like I said, exceptions to every rule. Never met a muggle who was kind, so…” He shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll come across that rare kind muggle.” He rolled his eyes as if in disbelief that a thing existed.
“It… hurts a bit, because I do want someone to love me… like that, but I want to be able to offer them all of me. And as long as I… love her, I can’t do that. Well, at least love her the way I still do. Even after all the pain I’ve gone through, my heart leaps when I see her smile. D’you know what I mean? I mean, maybe – maybe in the future – but I doubt it. I think I’ll always love her. Always.” He looked down for a moment at his lap and twiddled his thumbs. “I’m sure that sounds crazy. A wannabe Death Eater in love with a muggleborn. I wish I could forget about her.” At the same time, he didn’t want to forget about her. He loved her, and everything about her and thinking of her made him oh so happy. If he forgot about her, he’d forget all those happy times. In fact, he could hardly recall a happy point in his life that Lily was not a part of – except maybe this one here in this room, but even then it wasn’t that powerful.
“I wish I could cut my heart out. Cut the pain away. I don’t know what to do anymore.” He looked to her with a look of a lost puppy in a rainstorm. Even with the knowledge she wouldn’t risk it past the day before, he dropped his line of questioning on her lycanthropy having been thoroughly distracted with this.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 8:05:25 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Her jaw clenched as he kissed her hand, her eyes watching this move, as if not really believing it was happening. This was honestly too much to process. Rather, she didn't know how to process it correctly. But she did not move to pull the hand out of his grasp. She had felt the strange tingling earlier, when he had grabbed her hand down in the pub. She thirsted for affection and he was freely giving it.
She blinked.
He would take care of her father? Her jaw dropped and she gripped onto his hand. She had just mentioned it to prove a point.
"There's no... I mean, of course he should be punished. I never understood why the Ministry doesn't have laws in place for these things. It never made any sense to me."
She smirked wryly. "But it's neither here nor there. I'm out of his control now. The worse he could do is trap me and send me to Azkaban. He locks up every other type of werewolf he catches, though, he hasn't been able to do that since both Remus and I turned of age anyways."
A frown. "But I have a feeling that would be bad publicity for him. No one ever believed me when I tried to report him for the abuse on Remus and I, I even showed them the scars and bruises, but they all claimed it was from the transformations. The lucky bastard. How can someone dismiss a child like that, really?"
She huffed, "I think McGonagall kinda believed me, but even she seemed to think there was nothing to do about it, which is bullshit."
Why was she talking so much about this?
"I was using it as an analogy, mostly. Sexual orientation is a part of a person that shouldn't be hidden away because it's different or strange, just like magic, or lycanthropy."
A slight chuckled escaped her, "though, the uh, lycanthropy is probably the most dangerous out of those examples."
She shrugged. "Perhaps you will. My mother was kind."
She bit her lip, seeing his lost expression, and damn her bleeding heart, she felt for him. Not pity, just an understanding. A want to be loved. She had pretty much given that up. Her gaze softened.
"I'm in no position to give you hope, Severus, but..." she took her hand and placed it over his heart, to feel it beating.
"I heard what happened... she... is one of those people who doesn't understand. Even though, she knew Remus, she still ... did not understand. Naive. You think... she would've been a bit brighter, bright and powerful as she was. She should have understood, she knew you first, knew you better, but threw it all away. The two of you could've had the world."
She frowned deeply, pulling her hand away. "I think, in some way, you will always love her. The pain will subside someday. I think. Or I at least hope it will. You... you didn't deserve that. She was your friend, I... couldn't understand why she treated you as such. You made a mistake."
Her brows furrowed, "perhaps... perhaps it's the pack mentality engrained in me, but, if it had been me, sure, I would've been upset. But, if I... she.. truly valued you as a person, it would not have caused me... her... to cut you out completely like that. It just... doesn't seem right."
She looked away for a moment and then back at him, "you look like you could use a hug."
And without even asking to break into his personal space - just like he had with kissing her hand - she deposited herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself against him.
She was probably going too far, but when she was compelled to do something, well, she usually did it. Not to mention it sort of filled the sudden need that has arisen in her for comfort and affection. Okay, it wasn't sudden, but it was something that had been growing from the moment he touched her hand.
"You don't have to do anything."
Her face pressed against his neck and she inhaled softly, his scent washing over her. Why was it comforting? His scent? She had noticed it earlier, when she had scented the air. She had been drawn directly to it, moved by it even, as she tried to get a better grip on it. Now, in her current position, it was strong. Earthy. Good. Comfort. Safe.
...she tried not to think too far into what that might mean.
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 6, 2018 20:34:36 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] He gritted his teeth and looked away. “Fuck ‘em. No one seemed to care how I was treated with my father either. I wanted to kill him so much. Death got him first. So, it’s the least I can do to punish your father. Help get rid of these pent-up feelings while helping you out. Just because you’re out of his grasp now, doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve the punishment. I’ll kill him and make him suffer as he made you suffer.”
His nose flared just thinking about it. The sick joy he would take in destroying such a monster. Was it really sick joy? To make someone who made another suffer so greatly suffer as well, albeit likely in a lesser fashion? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it made him a bad person to make that ‘father’ suffer for his crimes. Maybe it made him a good person. He didn’t know anymore.
“Say whaaat?” He replied sarcastically holding his hand to his mouth as if in shock, “I surely thought that lycanthropy was the least dangerous.” He snickered and then shook his head, letting out a sigh. “Muggles are dangerous all the time, at least you aren’t dangerous for most of the year. 12, sometimes 13 days out of a year? That’s nothing. Then again, you are a girl, so tack in 12 weeks or so.” He gives her a wink.
When she pulled him into a hug, he didn’t recoil, but he also didn’t hug her back. He just sat there. “There’s something you don’t understand about that. It was all my fault. I pushed her away. We were never compatible. She was too kind. She’d throw away everything and I couldn’t let her do that.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 22:05:32 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She pursed her lips but did not argue with him. She honestly wasn't going to stop him. She squeezed his hand in thanks.
At his joke, she narrowed her eyes and then chuckled. "You... actually have no idea what happens when both things sync up."
She gave him a wolfish grin.
She sighed, pressing her cheek against his. "Still... I just don't think it was right of her."
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It may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair.
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Slytherin
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Potions Assistant
Face Claim
Louis Garrel
Death Eater
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 7, 2018 2:06:29 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] He couldn’t help but laugh at her response to his joke. He threw his head back and shook it in amusement. Clapping his hands he gave her a look that said ‘you’re so hilarious’ before his voice turned low and he looked to her with a look of wonder. “What exactly happens then? Are you even worse than usual?” Wow, here he was talking about girl time mixed with wolf time. If you told him earlier today he’d be talking to a werewolf about this he would laugh at you.
“But seriously, I want to know. Everything about you. What’s different? Or well, you probably don’t know how it feels to be completely human, given you were turned really early on in your life. But what do you think you feel because of it, that the others of us don’t? If I turned into a werewolf on this next full moon, how different would I feel not around that time? Things like that. Though no offense, I would never want to be one. I just want to know.”
He sighed, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck again. He gave her a small flash of a smile. “Maybe not. But I was the one who wronged her. It’s her right to stay away from someone who hurts her. We’re oil and water, Lily and me. It’s not like you and me. We’re like water and sugar. Lily’s too nice. Too idealistic. Too… caring. Too naïve. Too perfect. No offense to you of course.”
[attr="class","aofCredit"] SELKIE
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It's a quarter after one...
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18
HOUSE
Slytherin
OCCUPATION
I'm a werewolf, wtf do you think I do??
Face Claim
Emily Rudd
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 7, 2018 2:48:37 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She blinked, blushed, and then shrugged.
"If I knew, I would tell you. I'm not exactly conscious during a transformation you know."
Was it weird to be probed about so many things? Not really? Actually, the attention was nice, if she had to be honest. Though she kind of got hung up a tad on the everything about her comment. She scratched the back of her head, chewing her bottom lip.
"I mean... there is a difference. I do have some recollection of what it was like before I was a werewolf. I was changed young, but that doesn't mean I don't remember. But, I'm at my most human near the new moon, or the opposite of the full moon, obviously. My mood is affected too, like the waves of the ocean pulled by the gravity of the moon."
She gave him a hard look, "closer to the full moon, we feel awful. Like... a three-ton brick has hit us square in the face. It makes it really hard to... do really anything."
She looks down at her lap. "As for the difference between how I am now, vs how I used to be... well, it's almost like a sort of anxiety. I can feel it in me as days pass. It's given me insomnia to a degree that I've gone a week without sleep. Or perhaps that's the depression, I... honestly can't separate the two anymore."
She shrugs against him. "No offence was taken. I wouldn't want to be perfect anyway. Having flaws... well, it's like a well-seasoned chicken. It makes me a better person, I think."
She smiles briefly at him, "sugar and water, hm?"
A waggle of her brow. "My brother used to call me too idealistic. I don't think it was idealistic of wanting to have rights and freedom though -- and I certainly didn't want to just remain laying down and accept my father's abuse towards me. Just accept it until were seventeen, he used to say. Once we're seventeen we'll be able to escape him. Sure, it took that long, but it really shouldn't have."
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