The sky was blood red as the sun hid halfway behind the horizon. A Dar hair man wandered the open crypt, his blue eyes gazing at the headstones. He stopped at one that interested him. The person had been killed by a werewolf. Just the sight of the word telling the cause of death brought back memories. He sighed and looked up at the darkening sky.
He didn't really have anything to do. He was just bored. He decided to se the Crypt and here he was, looking athe final resting place of so many that where killed by beasts.
Though she hadn't been here since the night she went crazy, Gwen looked around at the many headstones. It was almost like she was really seeing them for the first time. Sure, she knew they were there, but never actually sat down to read them. Most from her observations were killed in some brutal fashion. Either during the war, or by a beast of some kind.
Shoving her hands into her black and white sportcoat, the girl shivered lightly as the night breeze brushed against the skin between a black and white skirt and matching stockings. Why must the freaking temperature change so often during this time of year the teen asked herself. Even though she grew up in cold weather, she grew accustom to the Mediterranean climate.
Out of the corner of her eye, she took note of an older male with dark hair. There was no doubt in her mind that he was at least four to five years her senior, but he seemed rather interested in one stone. Remaining silent, the serpent made her way to a tombstone not to far away from the man.
It took exceptional skill to be able get past, not only a werewolf, but a seasoned woodsman, undetected. He took a sing flower out of his pocket, it was Monkshood, and it had been pressed.. he layed it on the soil, and heard the girls foot steps getting closer. He pointed his ceder wand, which was already gripped in his right hand, at the flower and it instantly took root. This would be where he would come back to retrieve the plant in the future, and it would be far more potent having grown over the corpse of one killed by his kind.
He spoke without looking at the person behind him. "Come to pay your respects?" He asked curiously.
"Indeed sir," she replied respectfully as she drew a lily from the inner pocket from her jacket and placed it on a grave. "Many haven't been visited in years. So I took it upon myself to tend to the more abandoned ones by cleaning them off and placing a fresh flower whenever the first dies on the grave," she explained with a smile. Though this was the first time she's done it, it would be something that she would continue until graduation. Maybe even after that.
"May I ask the same question sir?" she inquired in a low tone, as she kept her eyes trained on the epitaph taking in the words. That bells should joyful ring to tell. A soul had gone to heaven, would seem to me the proper way. A good news should be given. Being a fan of poetry romantic poetry, Gweneth recognized it immediately as part of an Emily Dickinson poem.
"Or would that be too bold?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
He stood up the rest of the way as she spoke. Then turned, to her. "Commendable act." He said complimenting her for what she was doing for the dead. I see no wrong in a simple question ask away." He said Placing his wand back in his pocket. He wondered how this girl would react if she knew what he was. Though she was younger and was probably a student he couldn't help but wonder if anything could ever work between himself and a woman. A human woman. Oh how he envied old Remus for that much. He never knew him obviously but he remembered meeting Ted Lupin when he was young. And he read about Remus. Anyway He stood there wondering and listening.
"Well I was curious as to why you are here," she shrugged. "You know my reasons, so it's only fair if you told me yours," she smirked as she looked up at the rising moon. Though the clouds blocked what phase Luna was in this night, something about it seemed disturbing to her. She knew nothing of what he was, but after a quick glance at the grave that he was in front of, she had a feeling that his life was affected by the wolf.
I really shouldn't even be here. It's getting close to curfew, not that I mind. But with what could be lurking around here. It's almost frightening to be here. Though I could take care of myself. But if a dementor was to come, I'm totally screwed. she thought to herself making note to work on the charm when she got back to the common room.
I guess I shouldn't have spent so much time working with hexes and curses. I need to take a charms class, perhaps a Defense class before I leave. But then again, I didn't make it to the first lessons either. the seventh year mused as she waited for an answer.
He smiled, and wondered how much he should say. He looked her u and down and decided to go with a mis-truth. He wasn't going to tell her what he was, but he would tell her his reason. "It seems fair. I'm just here to pay my respects as well." He pointed to the flower that was now planted at the grave. "Wolf's bane is a salvation of sorts to both human and wolf alike. I though it a fitting offering to this grave... My parents where killed by a werewolf so i usually look for the resting places of those the befell the same fate, and offer my respects." He left out that he was the werewolf that killed his parents.
He looked up at the overcast sky, he knew that the moon wasn't full this night. He kept track of the lunar phases on his own time.
"I see," was all that left her mouth in understanding. "And that is an honorable goal sir," she nodded as she placed her hands behind her back. "Though I wish I could say that I could sympathize with you. Sadly I cannot, for I have not been through that myself," she whispered with an empathetic look in her eyes. Given her parents never died, but she did loose someone close to her in her life. Her grandfather in a muggle car accident.
"So what do you think of this night?" she asked curiously.
"You're fortunate to have not." he responded to her whisper. the at her question he looked at the glowing glouds that concelet the celestial obcect that torured him once every month. "I beleave that tonight is safe." he said without expression. "And you?" he said. without looking back at her.
"Indeed I am. But that doesn't stop me from having other misfortunes," she said stoically. "There is something odd about tonight. Like it is different from any other night," she said calmly. "But I can't quite put my finger on it," she muttered as she looked up at the shining clouds.
Looking back toward the man one thought ran through her head. Was he friend or foe? An ally or a rat? But which ever he was, Gwen wanted to keep a close eye on him. Who know, he might just be useful someday.
He turned to look back down at her.He could see the doubt and curioriosity behind those blue eyes of hers. He smiled, "In away it is. It's not everyday you meet a mudblood like myself who killed his parents now is it." His voice had an errie calm to it for what he had just said. He had already told her a werewolf had killed his parents the connection wouldn't be long in comeing. And really de didn't care about the term mudblood. He thought that of himself for more than one reason.
"So you're a werewolf," she shrugged softly putting two and two together. But why did he tell her so soon? Did he feel as if he could trust her when she didn't even give name? And why was he so comfortable calling himself a mudblood, didn't most muggle borns take offense to that name? This was getting a little too strange for her liking, but as long as there wasn't a full moon that night, she was fine.
"So why are you so open about that?" she asked curiously.
He grinned at the Slytherin standing before him. He had a feeling she would ask the question, though not many really bothered. "I reveal it because the truth holds great value to me. It's easier to gain trust if you trust someone else first. Plus, it's not like a lie will change the matter. And if someone doesn't like what I am, i know the memory modifying charm. So I can erase the memory of them finding out before it's too late." he smiled with a bit of self pride, and confidence.
"You know, I haven't heard your name yet. What is it? I gave you mine." He said
"It's cool," she smirked shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. "Who cares what you are. It doesn't matter if you're a werewolf, lycan, vampire, or even a mixture of another race," she said softly looking down at the graves. "It's all a matter of how you live your life that ever matters in the end. And even though you get jerks like the BFC coming around, not everyone holds prejudices," Gwen said confidently.
"And to be completely honest, you didn't give your name," she said with a short laugh. "But my name is Gwen," she said shaking her head. "So are you gonna share yours?" she asked in a teasing manner.
he nodded to what she was saying about equality. He agreed. He laughed, at his own mistake. "Seth, is mine. I'd also like to add that nothing except suicide is irrivocable. Even the most savage creature has a chance to redeem themselves, no matter what the crime is."
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
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Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
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Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
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Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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