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Post by lukejasperdenmark on May 16, 2012 5:42:58 GMT
"I dare you." Those three simple words had started it all. Everything had gone wrong with just three stupid words.
It had all started that afternoon when Luke Denmark was watching the Shrieking Shack, to him it wasn't all that scary. It was actually pretty interesting to tell the truth. His blue eyes studied the building carefully, it didn't look so bad. Sure there were scary noises coming from it every so often, but it really wasn't bad. He stood with one foot against the fence, wondering what it could be like inside.
His arms, thick and strong underneath his long sleeved red shirt were folded across his broad chest and as the wind picked up, it blew his shoulder length blond hair back. "I wonder what's inside." He muttered.
"Only one way to find out Denmark." came a voice and he turned around to see another boy, Balthazar Xander to be exact. "Go inside and find out."
"....You mean right now?" Luke asked, "....But why should I?"
".....Not right now boyo." the Slytherin said with a smirk, "I mean at night. .....Tonight. Stay there all night. If yer man enough to do it."
"It's supposed to be dangerous." Luke said, glancing over at the shack, in daylight it looked mostly harmless but at night? In the dark? "What's in it for me?"
".....I dare ye."
".....Fine." Luke snapped, "But you have to stay here and watch the shack all night so I can prove I did it. And when I do.....you have to .....wear a dress of my choosing, for an entire weekend. No hiding it in any way."
"And if ye lose....you've got to wear the dress."
"Done." they both said, taking each other's hands and shaking them.
And so, it was that Luke Denmark made his way down the path to the Shack that evening, nervously scratching the scar on his face, which ran from under his left eye to his chin. He started to circle the building, looking for a way in. As he thought, it was sealed up pretty tightly. He looked back at Balthazar, who waved at him to continue on.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Luke groaned and then, with a rather large amount of force, he kicked one of the boarded windows out and with a lot of struggling, wriggling and grunting, forced himself through the gap. Then, he replaced the wood in the window as best he could, not wanting anyone to know someone had broken in.
He peered around, drawing his wand. "Lumos." He said, lighting the tip and walking through the house. The furniture was all wrecked, there were dark stains that reminded him of dried blood all over the place. Nothing was intact. It was ....creepy. He explored a little bit downstairs and then, headed up the rickety old stairs into the next room. This room too was a mess. He saw an old bed and sat on it, then looked through a small space in the window at the setting sun. With a sigh, he took a few books from his bag and began to read, deciding to entertain himself until he was too tired to stay awake, then he'd just sleep here. No problem!
At least until the sun set and the full moon rose.
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Post by moony on May 18, 2012 5:48:41 GMT
with disdain, he looked to the setting sun one last time, raking a hand through his hair before turning to the direction of the whomping willow, tossing back his half-eaten apple to the lake as he walked away.
his demeanour, to say the least, was very drained. his eye bags sullen, his face rough from the lack of diminished facial hair. the week had completely strained him into deep distress, and now, the night of nights, he was to face it alone. trust james to keep his tongue and let his stress fade into the slytherin's quiditch captain in a brawl, tagging sirius and peter with him. causing for a week's detention, with threats of being suspended from the school. it was in the most unfortunate timing that he was discussing matters with lily in the library, when the fight happened; after which, he considered that lily's release of irritation and anger on him about james wasn't as bad as his realization that he was going to be alone.
on a full moon.
lately, he hadn't been very well concentrated in his studies, which meant that he was being bombarded with taunts and insults from every encounter of the slytherins and those who seemed to dislike the many scars and scratches on his arms and face.
he sighed, and with ease, entered the passage inside the whomping willow, hastening his steps as he did so. he didn't think that was the best idea, and he'd confided on dumbledore about it; nonetheless, he had no choice but to undergo it alone. one night wouldn't be too bad, of course-- he had been doing it well before his friends became animagus for him.
he walked the dark tunnel with little consideration of the cold, upper body naked, muscled and painted by long scars. like he always did, the first time he was here. his lips detailed a deep frown with brows furrowed, his eyes expressing fear and worry. had he become too dependent on his friends, that venturing this transformation alone would release his animalistic rages?
he hoped with all hopes that this wasn't so, and stopped his train of thought altogether. a sudden piercing seared through his mind, emitting a loud scream from him, dropping to his knees at the entrance underneath the shack. his hands, supporting his sudden weight on the ground, balled to fists, eyes closing at the deepening pain. his right hand suddenly whirled up and hit the wall, elicting a small rumble from the tunnel. quickly, he held on to his sanity and slowly eased the rage, breathing rugged breaths as he stumbled to stand, leaning on the wall.
he proceeded to climb the ladder and stumble to lean on the stair rail, breathing lowly as he reached for his wand inside his back pocket. homenum revelio, he hushed weakly, before widening his eyes in shock. he looked up, and walked slowly up the stairs, wary.
someone else was here.
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note: late, sorry!
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Post by lukejasperdenmark on May 18, 2012 18:07:34 GMT
It was silent, it was calm, nice....and boring! Geez, what the hell was so scary about the Shrieking Shack? ..............Oh. There's the scary. Luke jerked upright, dropping his book with a thud as the silence was rudely split by an agonized scream. It sounded like it had come from downstairs and....a little to the right. Frowning, Luke wondered if it was such a good idea to be in the shack anymore. "Wait a second." He muttered to himself, "....Xander and his friends are probably just trying to frighten him out and win the bet.
He stayed exactly where he was, bending down to pick up his book. The floor creaked under his feet and he had the absurd idea that whatever was in the shack would hear him before he realized that there wasn't anything or anyone in here with him. It was dull and boring. Lying back down on the old bed, he went back to his book before he heard the steps downstairs creak and froze. "........It's just the house settling." He told himself, but nevertheless, he drew his wand and conjured up a few jars, then put some bluebell flames inside it. That made him feel better, it wasn't so creepy anymore with more light than just his wand.
He could tell the sun was starting to go down from the way the light was coming in through the window and as he stood up again, his footsteps heavy against the wood, he looked back through the smalls gap. Nearly sunset now. Just about five or ten more minutes he guessed.
He froze as he heard something or....someone on the stairs and dropped into a fighting stance, moving toward the door, his wand at the ready. "You're being stupid." He told himself, "It's just you in here Luke.....no one else. You're jumping at nothing and being paranoid over this stupid old house settling. That's all." so why did it sound like footsteps?
(If you want Remus to come in as himself it's totally up to you. Luke might just punch him in the face though. XD He's pretty wired.)
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Post by moony on May 19, 2012 7:42:53 GMT
he'd stayed downstairs for a full three hours now, sitting in the dark nothingness, with his back leaning by the wall that supported the stairs. always, it always happened whenever the sun completely set down under the horizon; it was as if someone had dunked his head in hydrochloric acid, or else injected his brain with it.
the searing pain would eventually fade, and then when the moon would be full and up, his mind would no longer be in his control.
he'd been reluctant to check if there was anyone else, and falsely convinced himself that his wand must be malfunctioning or something. so he had stored his wand back in his pocket, and opted to stay downstairs, to make sure that he was completely and utterly alone. well, if there was anyone else here, then he'd think they'd have the logic enough to leave, as there was nothing pleasing nor comforting about this dismal eyesore of a shack.
it was a place specifically made for the likes of him.
he sighed, and closed his eyes as he let his mind wander on to each of his holed-up friends, recalling back to the many pleasant memories he had with them. they were the only thread that pulled him into his humanity, and joined in his endeavour of protecting himself, and others, most of all, from him. a slight smirk played at the side of his lips-- tomorrow, and for the rest of the week, he would be thanking them by sitting by and watching as they scrubbed the floors of the trophy room, dungeons, and other unpleasant chores.
as he stood, he reached for his wand, and hesitated as he looked down to it. disillusio, he thought, shaking himself slightly at the familiar sensation of cracked eggs spilled on his head. a moment of pride for his accomplished non-verbal spell without his wand, then followed by a feeling of sorrow and contempt as he started his way up the stairs. he pursed his lips, eyes darkened, breathing slowly being rugged and fast-paced.
his feet made ground on the first landing, turning his head to and fro for any signs of life, before continuing his venture to the final floor, subtle in his footsteps. what the-- what he saw, as he finally came to the final room, widened his eyes in shock, feeling irritation pick at his nerves. luke denmark, the guy who was surrounded by his own fear, comforted by the small lights illuminating around him. remus' jaw clenched in annoyance, but nonethless felt worry and anxiety for what steps he had to take to avoid.. killing luke.
his eyes narrowed as he walked slowly and inaudibly to the far end corner of the room, and touching the piano to come alive. it started to play, the keys being struck down as if invicible hands were playing it. with sheer determination, he waved his hands to douse the candles, and concentrated, with all his might, onto the ignorant male occupying the room with him. perhaps if he was remus who was not about to tranform into a big, bag wolf, he would be understanding and contemplative, allowing whatever excuse he had for being at such a dangerous place.
but measures had to be taken for everyone's safety. and at the moment, he wanted nothing more than facing his demons alone.
levicorpus, he amplified the thought in his head towards luke, who suddenly somersaulted up to the air, feet dangling, as if wound by an invicible rope hoisting him upside down.
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note: er, yes. of course, lupin wouldn't hold that charm for long. so after luke reacts, lupin will likely lift the spell, non-verbally. <3
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Post by lukejasperdenmark on May 19, 2012 8:33:59 GMT
The last thing Luke expected, was for the door to open and nobody to be on the other side of it. ".....Hello?" He asked, his voice firm, but curious. The tall boy jumped a mile and whirled around as the piano started playing all on its own. "Who's there?" He demanded sharply, and then gasped in shock and fear as the candles were snuffed out in one fell swoop. He felt no breeze, but before he could do anything something, or someone lift him by the ankle and hoisted him into the air.
He yelped and flailed, then started to do a sit up, used to doing them upside down for the challenge. Perhaps he could undo the rope, even if he couldn't see it. But no, whatever was lifting him up dropped him and he landed with a heavy thud on his back and shoulders. He threw his legs into the air, pushing off from the floor with his hands to pop back onto his feet. Now, he was angry, not to mention freaked.
Luke wasn't out of ideas yet though, "Lumos." He said softly and then fell silent, sweeping the light over the floor, footprints in the dust. Not his own. He held his breath, hearing the faint sounds of someone breathing and then, he smiled. 'Gotcha'. He thought and then, fired a series of stinging hexes, meant to miss whoever it was nearby by, keeping his eyes on the floor where the footprints stopped. He had him! He watched the footprints appear and move around the hexes, then he charged and slammed his shoulder into someone's body, not sure exactly what he'd hit.
"Alright." He said firmly, putting the bluebell flames back into the jars, "Show yourself, whoever you are. If that's you Xander, I'm totally kicking your ass! I'm not-" he cut himself off at who appeared before him "Remus?" He asked and then, his anger was instantly gone, to be replaced by relief and laughter, "You scared the hell out of me man! What are you doing here? How did you lift me up like that?" He then realized he'd dropped something and glanced around, turning to walk back to his flute necklace, he bent to pick it up and put it back around his neck, making the chain just a little tighter by clasping it in a different place.
"Don't tell me you've got some sort of bet too? Hey! We can keep each other company! See I've got this bet to see-" But he cut himself off at the expression Remus' face. There was something ....wrong. He looked like he was in pain....like he had a headache or ....or some injury of some sort. "Aww man....I didn't hurt you when I slammed into you like that did I?" He asked, "Well....of course I did. I didn't hold back at all. I'm sorry Remus! R....really!" he said sheepishly, blushing as he scratched at the scar on his face. But then he realized, Remus wasn't moving as if he was hurt and he seemed .....angry or ....or something. There was something wrong and he wasn't sure what it was.
"........Look, I've got snacks and books and stuff and as long as we're both here, I'm willing to share!" he said, trying to pinpoint exactly what was the cause of Remus's ....odd behavior. He'd never seen him like this, it usually took a lot to anger Remus and he looked ....ready for a fight! It was strange to say the least.
He relaxed a little bit, but not enough to make himself vulnerable, if something was going to happen, he was going to be ready. He hadn't spent eleven years training his body and mind in the martial arts for nothing. On the outside, he was calm and collected as usual, but inside? Inside he was coiled up like a spring, ready to dodge to one side if Remus tried anything at all! He studied him as well, watching for any openings, any sign that he was about to make a move. He didn't want to hurt Remus, but if push came to shove, he'd pin the boy to the floor until he calmed down or stun him with a spell and be done with it.
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Post by moony on May 20, 2012 16:34:48 GMT
already, he could feel rage oozing out of his fingers.
every second the moon rose to the heavens, his cool, calm demeanour of a wall was getting chipped until all that he impressed was his regressed side; the side that manifested from his dark past. the side that was treated much more differently-- unkindly, judged, and unwanted. the side that didn't know how to control his rages, his bloodlust; his desire to kill.
this side of him that held no bounds to his immeasurable strength and power, that hungered to unleash his true, immoral nature.
he supposed it really shouldn't surprise him that it had to be luke who would succumb to such worthless temptation, feeling all the more ticked that he would agree to such idiocy in the first place. there were reasons why certain places were restricted and left alone; or was it just his own way of conquering his ridiculous fear of the dark? the remus inside scolded his beastial nature and for thinking such slanderous words. however, if it was that, then he irrefutably chose the wrong night, in the wrong place, to do so.
that was very reckless of you to agree upon. you're stupidity just does not know no bounds, does it?
[/b] he spat out, tone cold and eyes darkened, narrowed at the unknowing student. what was it luke had mentioned before, that he had done some kind of martial arts in place of his magic? remus looked over his stance, his physique, his stand. and then, a smirk appeared on his lips. please don't think that you can take me on. he huffed. do you really think that you can beat me like that? he asked snidely, shaking his hand off and massaging his wrist, flexing his fingers and tilting his head in question, eyes on luke's feet. you didn't hurt me. his eyebrow arched. but i'm about to hurt you. in a blur, he had his foot right above the one luke had stepped forward with, luke's face fully secured in the grip of his hand, head tilting to the side to avoid the fist that had impressingly tried to make contact with his face. with effortless strength, he barraged luke's face into the wall, shaking the house at the meet of impact. the retaliation of luke was predicted, and so he allowed it, but was not careful enough in his estimates as to how much strength he'd lessened from the wizard; the deck from luke's left to the right side of his face sent him staggering back, but he was quick to stay ground once more and counter-act, taking advantage of luke's dazed state and sending him flying to the other side of the room with a kick to the chest. just go, please. tell me, luke[/b], he painted sweet sarcasm at the last word, emphasizing it with a jeer in his voice. what price did you place on your life for this bet, hm? he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as the searing pain in his mind started once more, but in small dosage this time. he had to do this fast; otherwise, he would have spilt innocent blood in his hands by the end of the night. [/blockquote][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------
note: hope that wasn't too much! Dx
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Post by lukejasperdenmark on May 20, 2012 21:14:56 GMT
Now....that was harsh and unexpected! Remus had never insulted him like that before. Sure they'd trade insults from time to time, but that was always all in good fun! Remus was actually being mean for the sake of ......being mean! "What the hell is the matter with you Remus?" He asked, "You're in here too. If anything, you're being just as stupid as you claim I'm being!"
"I don't know if I can or not, but keep pushing me Remus and we'll find out." he growled, Luke was starting to get ticked off now, and it was showing. Remus was really pissing him off, he wondered what was the matter with him, "If something is bothering you, there's no reason to take it out on me! I-" and he arched an eyebrow in shock at Remus's next words. "You're what?" But he had no time to say or do anything else, for Remus had him in a headlock faster than he could react. Then, his face met the wall with a resounding thud. Anyone else might have been knocked out cold, but he was stronger than most people. He swung out, dizziness preventing him from hitting Remus square on, but he knew that he'd hit him. Suddenly, a kick to the chest sent him sailing across the room where he crashed into the wall.
He sat there, leaning forward, his mind reeling. He didn't know what surprised him more. The fact that Remus had been the one to not only start the fight, but was so quick to use violence or that the boy was so....unnaturally strong and fast. He looked up at Remus, blue eyes flashing dangerously and then, stood. "Not bad." He muttered, and spat a small stream of blood onto the floor, he'd bitten his tongue when his face had met the wall. "I don't know what the hell is the matter with you Lupin, but you're going to pay for that." And he removed his necklace again, setting the flute down on top of the wardrobe.
There was going to be no holding back for him now, he turned sideways to present a slightly smaller target and crouched down into a fighting stance, this time leaving no room for any openings. The last thing he'd expected was for Remus to resort to violence first. Now, he was ready for him. He waited for Remus however to make the first move, "You're in here too you damn idiot." he hissed, "And it's not like I'm risking my life. I've been here for hours and nothing's happened. If anything did, then yeah I'd leave, but nothing has happened." The scar on his face was burning with pain now from the impact with the wall, and it twitched slightly, as if protesting its own discomfort. "What's your excuse for being in here Lupin?" he was probably going to regret this later but at the moment, he didn't care.
As Remus attacked again, this time Luke was ready for him. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dropped to the floor, cannoning both feet into the boy's stomach and using his legs to fling him out of the way. He rolled to his feet and charged at him, following where he'd landed and aiming a solid punch to Remus' face, enjoying the sound as it connected. "That." He hissed, "Was for earlier." and he moved back out of the way.
Throughout the entire fight, as Remus and Luke traded blows, Luke used his training to his full advantage. He ducked, dodged and recovered from blows quickly. He also showed off his endurance and inner strength by getting up each time after a particularly heavy blow. The more he fought his friend though, the more he began to suspect that something was wrong with him.
As he fought, he tried talking with him "Remus! What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?" he leaped to one side, dodging one of Remus's attacks and rolling, then he planted his hands on the floor and used his own momentum to lift himself onto his palms, kicking out powerfully with both legs toward the boy. He rolled sideways again and got to his feet. "This isn't like you man! Did something happen?" maybe someone had imperioused Remus or something, but that didn't explain Remus's sudden strength or his speed. It was all Luke could do to protect himself and fight back, but at the same time, a small part of him was actually enjoying the challenge, he hadn't had a fight like this in a long....long time.
Suddenly, the fight ended, but not because one of them was knocked out or cried out uncle, but for a very unexpected reason. He had just been punched, but Luke was fast enough to block the blow with his arms, but as he slid backward from the impact, Remus suddenly started acting even stranger than usual.
Panting, Luke watched him for a moment, ".....H-....hey....are you.... are you okay......Remus?" he gasped out, but he didn't want to get too close in case it was some sort of trick.
(If you need me to change anything, let me know.)
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Post by moony on May 21, 2012 8:00:27 GMT
entangled in his own insanity, he lost track of time while allowing himself to play with the defenseless human now trying to best him of his game. there no longer was knowledge of morality or sense of judgment. in a few moments, his teeth would be sunk and locked on to his whole neck.
as he came in the light of the moon, he dropped to his knees, and pounded his fisted knuckles on the wodden floor, after which, the walls and the whole house threatened to collapse. he roared in agony as the pain in his head magnified to a million, now searing throughout his whole body as well. the fire, the heat-- blazing through his veins as if to replace his blood to fuel his body, amplifying his crave for bloodshed and ripped hearts.
the want to make it rain with blood elavated every second the moon rose to its rightful position up the night sky.
his muscles started to reform, ribcage starting grow out of proportion of his upper body, his back shoulders starting to mutilate and engorge into a tougher, more bulky figure. he screamed in spite of himself, forehead dropping to the floor as he forced himself to slow the transformation, unwilling to succumb to the animal rage festering in his chest; perhaps he'd been out of practice when in the presence of a stranger, and may very well end like the first time he faced the auror, but he wasn't going to let history repeat itself.
not tonight.
for a moment, his eyes gleamed gold, and as he struggled to his feet, looking up at luke, his eyes smouldered black, as cold and dead as the abyss. i won't let you die. you don't hurt me
[/b], his voice stung with ice and spite, poured with acid and roughness, as he started to walk towards his audience. his voice had changed. i'm not going to kill you. but you never listen, do you?[/b] he snapped as he swung up his arm for his hand to make full contact with his stomach, his action so fast that luke barely had time to take his stance. he proceeded to raise his knee up to luke's face, smirking at the satisfying sound of a broken nose. he grabbed on to the blonde's hair and raised him to his face; he'd become a towering figure. i won't let it happen. as if he was some easily disposed garbage, remus tossed luke's weakening body towards the wall, managing to raise an eyebrow in disappointment. obviously, the dance that luke had initiated earlier was beginning to take its toll on him. which was good, since he couldn't very much hold off his transformation any longer. it took him two strides to get to his entertainer, picking him up with both hands by the collar, roaring involuntarily at his spine started to move and rearrange-- i'm going to kill you. it was then, that for the briefest moment, his black eyes diminished to become his old, usual soft orbs, plead and desperation painted all over his face. save yourself, he whispered, more of an order than his simple, usual request. as he closed his eyes, his figure suddenly flung back to the opposite wall, body tranfigured into a full-grown werewolf. it snarled and roared, attempting to struggle from the invicible bonds that its previous form had cast, in attempts to stall for needed time-- the spell wouldn't hold for long.head and body lengthened, back hunched, with paws curled into fists, the werewolf banged its head against the wall, in a frenzied state at the scent and sight of the human in front of it. it bared its teeth at the being standing in front of it, mind in complete rage, bloodlust coursing through its veins. [/blockquote][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------
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Post by lukejasperdenmark on May 21, 2012 9:58:41 GMT
"Uhhh.....Remus? Are.....are you okay?" Luke asked, still mad as hell at him, but this was weird. He jerked back as the boy punched the floor with enough force to shake the entire house! That.....wasn't normal. Not at all. He winced at the yell that came forth from Remus' mouth and watched in horrified awe as the boy's body began to take on a different shape. His ribcage was unnaturally large, as if.....it belonged to something else. He watched his spine and shoulders extend and thicken, right before his eyes. ".....Let me help you." He said, moving a half step forward, but then one look into Remus's face made him stop.
"Really? Seems like I did." His eyes....they.....they changed, from a nice golden color to...black. Solid black and his voice, it too morphed into something else. "Stay away from me!" Luke snarled, fear taking the edge off the anger in his tone. Then, he was punched in the stomach and he doubled over as the air rushed out of him, he could have sworn he felt some cracked ribs. "Re-" but then, he yelped in pain as his nose was broken. It was all he could do to stay alert, even as he sailed through the air and hit the wall with a resounding thud. He slid down to the floor in a heap, struggling to stay awake and alert.
Remus then had him by the collar and it was then that he realized, he'd grown taller than him, and he was looking up into his face. That only happened with Hagrid and that....was pretty freaky. If he was going to die though, he refused to show Remus any fear at all and pushed it down into the depths of his heart. "If you-" but he couldn't finish his sentence, for Remus's eyes changed again, this time looking normal, but horribly....horribly desperate. "What?" was Remus letting him go? Suddenly, everything made sense to him as the boy he counted as a friend, thrust himself backward and transformed into......a huge....frightening....werewolf.
His eyes went wide and he froze in fear for a moment before he raised his wand, using his left hand since his right arm was refusing to move. It had taken the brunt of his slam into the wall, and was now starting to lock up. "Accio flute!" He shouted, and caught it in his mouth. He then jammed his necklace into his pocket and ran, forcing himself to run past the monster. As it lunged at him, Luke shot a stream of boiling water at its face and threw himself to the floor, sliding under its legs and through the open door. He hopped up, launching himself over the banister and landing with a thud on the ground below, rolling to absorb the impact.
He popped back onto his feet, ignoring the pain in his body, not daring to look back as he fired knockback jinxes at the furniture behind his back to send it flying all over the place. He then stopped, but only long enough to kick at the board he'd jerked free from the wall. With pure fear lending him wings, he was able to wriggle through the opening a hell of a lot faster than when he'd first come in. Dropping out, he replaced the board, not wanting the werewolf to be able to reach out and take a chunk of him. Then, he ran. He ran faster than he'd ever run before, and longer too. Straight up the hill, forgoing the fence and the village and just going straight for the castle.
He didn't stop until he was inside and then, only then did he allow everything to catch up with him. His energy spent, his body beyond sore and way past tired, he staggered several paces. Hagrid saw him and ran to his side, demanding to know what had happened to him. ".....Slytherins....jumped me...." He groaned and then collapsed unconscious into his arms.
(If you want, we can start a new thread the next day in like the Common Room or Hospital Wing or outside.)
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