Willow had long since learned the Slytherin password. She didn't remember how or why, but she had it. Oh wait. Yeah she remembered. A certain love potion. And Malachy.
Avoiding the bed she knew was Malachy's, she looked around for a bit before finding the one that smelled like Shadonious. They really needed to talk. Her opening sentence, if she'd been in a normal mode, would be 'So a vampire attacked you and you're mad at me', but unfortunately, she wasn't in her normal state of mind.
Sighing softly, Willow found somewhere to hide, and laying flat on her stomach behind his bed and out of sight, she waited.
No. I don't know them.
Pain flickering in her eyes, Willow bit her knuckle out of frustration. It wasn't a good habit, but it was something she'd picked up along the way of her life in hell. She needed to talk to Shadonious. They used to have a real bond. Surely one little....furry problem would be the wreck of all of that?
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Jul 13, 2009 14:37:40 GMT -5
Kicking at Salazar's portrait had become a habit of the teen during the recent weeks, and even though it only earned abuse from the youthfull founder, it brought a small smile to Shadow's face each and every time.
Glancing once around the near-empty common room, the serpent wandered quietly over to the dormitory stairs; surprisingly finding it easy to block out the few stares he got from the younger crowd after his outburst days earlier.
He felt sick. He looked sick. At that moment, he would have been perfectly happy to waltz back to the Hospital Wing and hope they would have something to help him feel... well, anything. Sighing, now, as he pushed open the dormitory door, his nerves felt numb. He didn't expect anything to get any worse than it had done already, but then, he'd had that feeling years earlier. He stood for a beat, staring down at his hand upon the handle and using all his strength not to allow his knees to buckle where he stood.
Without thinking, he walked over to the window and let a pale hand rest against the frosty glass. Pale and white. Maybe he was a ghost. Too numb to feel what would hurt him. Too tired and worn to care. That would be why they had ignored his warning. That would be why they didn't believe him. He didn't matter. They thought he was dead inside.
Staring out at the forest, cool tears began to form at the wells of his eyes - fogging his gaze with an unnatural hue. "I didn't mean it..." he whispered, barely noticing that he was talking as his breath shook uncertainly, "I'll tell them not to haunt you, I promise."
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 14, 2009 0:12:54 GMT -5
Phugsius saw Shadonius walk into the common room and felt it was appropriate to pursue him into the boys dorm. "Clearwater what the hell happened earlier? Why were you babbling like a loon?" He eyed Shadow suspiciously.
(ooc: Shadow, I didn't know we had windows in the dungeon XD that rawks)
Malachy hadn't seen his cousin walk into the dorm he had been half asleep on the couch. Malachy was woken up as the second boy ran past. and decided he might as well try a bed instead. Malachy was on his waywhen A tendril of thought from His Phantasmal friend hit him. Bloodwing noticed something strange in the air.
BThe draconian ghost tugged on Malachy's olfactories and suddenly Malachy could smell everything in the room. And he smelled a few things he recognized but couldn't place. except one. It was the smell of fur... of dog.... of wolf... of... Lycan. Malachy rushed forward toward his dorm and toward the smell already pulling out his wand. He kicked open the door looked around, located the scent, Jumped on Shadows bed and pointed his wand at the other side.
"...Willow!?" He said looking at the girl he had almost... in his bed on valentines day because of that potion. He would have said something that would have probably ended in him loosing his magic and Shadow flipping out because another family member had been turned but he decided to stay his tongue. "What the hell are you doing here how did you... Don't answer that." He lowerd his wand resting his hands on his lap, adrenaline was pumping he thought they where actually under attack or something.
The door creaked open and then Shadonious was inside, staring out the window. A beat last the door opened again, and Willow swore under her breath. Damn that Phug, popping up everywhere. She would have liked to keep this semi-private.
"Willow?!"
"Dammit Malacy, where the hell did you come from?" she hissed, annoyed. This was no going according to plan. Instead of confronting Shadonious quietly, carefully, she was forced to switch to hostile, annoyed lycan. Willow vaulted over the bed and moved to the door. There was a latch. She locked it, then stood infront of it to keep any other idiot from getting inside. Hopefully the latch was spell-resistant. Hopefully.
Shadow was going to freak out, and he'd probably hex her. Willow took a hollow breath, wincing slightly. Her chest still hurt like hell. Green-silver eyes flickering, she continued to watch Shadow. "Nobody freak out on me. I'm just here to talk."
Malachy knew she was a lycan. He was fine with it. He might not be fine with her locking them in the common room, but he was fine with her 'furry little ability'. Phug knew. Sort of. And she wasn't sure how he'd react. Shadonious knew. And he wouldn't be happy. She had to be careful, and on her feet.
Slightly breathless, she held up one hand in a sort of submission. "I'm not here to tear anyone apart. Promise."
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Jul 14, 2009 12:59:13 GMT -5
Glancing up without so much as a word, the wild-haired teen shook his head once before continuing to look out from the window. "I do not ask you personal questions, do I...?" he responded in a quiet voice, ignoring the boy to the best of his ability. He didn't need questioning, he wanted to be left alone. "I'd appreciate you leaving," he followed, raising an eyebrow as he spoke though his gaze remained solely on the forest outside.
Was there no such thing as privacy anymore? Perhaps he should be glad of that when he left in days to come. No more sharing a room with relatives. No more being followed around by the hinderance that was Malachy. Oh no, he'd be glad to see the back of that friend.
Closing his eyes with a suffocated noise to hide the fallen tears, Shadonious shot his cousin a blank glare as he jumped upon his bed. What the hell did he think he was doing? Claiming it? He took a step forwards, aiming to yank his cousin far enough away from his personal belongings as to not risk their theivery once more. What was wrong with him? He was the one who needed help.
"...Willow?!"
Feeling his muscles lock in place as the lycan-girl leapt up from her hiding place and bounded across the room, the slytherin's expression became one of horror as she locked them within the dormitory. Already standing furthest away, he crept backwards as naturally as he could - letting his hand grope for the wand he just did not have. Why was she staring at him? There were two others in the room, surely she could take them instead of him? That Phugsis guy, he could be a better meal; he hadn't met most yet, it'd take longer for them to notice. Why did she stare at him?!
Letting out a small whimper, Shadow forced his eyes to latch with that of the girl, his friend, the lycan. He was almost tempted to believe that his albino cousin might offer a hand to help if he was attacked, but he refused to get his hopes up on the matter. "Are the lycans coming...?" he asked in a meek voice which was nothing similar to the confident outcast tone he usually held day in, day out. No, this was something insignificant. "They didn't believe me..."
Malachy didn't care that she was a Lycan. There was no problem what so ever.But he did have a problem with a lycan locking him in a room with it. alone of not. Willow seemed to be more interested in Shadow. Did it have something to do with the outburst he had had. Malachy would stop willow if his had to but he hoped he didn't. He stepped off of Shad's bed.
"Her name is Willow, and she's a Gryffindor if i remember correctly." Last thing he needed was to have everyone panic. by the look on Shadow's face he already knew what she was but Phug didn't and Malachy didn't know how he would react so he kept Willow's identity somewhat secret.
"Willow, what ever you have to share you can share with the rest of us. Now why did you just lock your self in a room with three boys? Looking for some fun or is this serious?" Malachy said with a smug grin.
The terror in his eyes was like a knife. He was scared to death of her. Willow shut her eyes, rocking back on her heels for a moment and trying to think. Shadonious Clearwater was scared of her. Malachy said something to the kid, Phug or whatever his name was. She wasn't listening.
Her eyes snapped open and she moved forward, towards Shadonious. "Malachy. I'm not going to hurt him. Alright? But silver will block me. If something happens," she murmured, looking over at the albino. Closer to Shadow, she was scarcely a yard away now. She ignored Malachy. They had been down that road once before and his little snake had tried to murder her.
"Shadonious Clearwater, I'm not going to eat you," she whispered, eyes flickering to pale green. "The lycans aren't coming. You're safe. Alright? Listen. I chose this. Maybe I should have talked to you first. But I went looking for Fenrir. Because I wanted somewhere to belong. And I didn't belong here.
"But I'm not going to kill you." She took a breath, heart pouding almost out of her chest. "And what happened to Erin...it was an accident. I didn't mean to. He was in the woods, and I just snapped...We're dangerous, Shadonious." She took another step. He was looking for his wand, but apparently he didn't have it. "Get Malachy's wand if you like. Hex me. But I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to explain. You're still my friend, Shadonious."
She couldn't call him Shadow. She never had. It just wasn't her name for him. He would always be Shadonious Clearwater, her rebel leader. Don't you like being bound to me to the death? His teasing voice was gone.
"I bound my life to you once," she murmured. "I'm not gonna screw that up now."
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 15, 2009 12:32:06 GMT -5
"I know what she is Necrosa, she hangs out with Felix on occasion" The Lycan started moving toward shadonius Phugius jumped between her and Clearwater wand drawn. "LISTEN...UP" Phugsius stared into Willows eyes, "IF you came to talk you felt the need to get us all involved in this so you can stay right there and speak from where you stand, You've obviously almost made clearwater wet his trousers" Phugsius eyed the lycan. Phugsius was ok with lycans because they were an enemy to vampires, like himself. The only issue was that they weren't allies because they could rip anyone into pieces at a moments notice.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Jul 15, 2009 13:59:31 GMT -5
"...you've obviously almost made Clearwater wet his trousers."
Smacking his hand across the back of the boy's head, a low growl rumbled weakly from his chest. "I... I didn't," he protested quickly, quite happy to oblidge in hexing someone qithin the room if he could borrow Malachy's wand - and it wouldn't be Willow.
Who the hell was this kid, anyway?
I did -not- almost wet myself, idiot.
"How are you both okay with this...?!" the teen squeaked a bit, trying to keep his words hushed as Willow moved towards him. This was it, wasn't it? His friend was going to kill him. She was going to walk straight over to his, break his neck and chew. Maybe she'd take him to the woods, where Erin would get a share too.
Feet frozen in place, Shadow's tearing eyes kept uncertainly with hers; watching for some sort of leverage. Hoping she'd at least be leniant enough to let him say goodbye to every...oh. Maybe that was why he was the target, it couldn't be because he knew - these two both seemed to know too.
...How long had Malachy known about Erin for, without telling him?
Wincing as she spoke his name, his gaze shot down to the flooring at his feet, hoping it would swallow him up. Long strands of his hair marred his gaze as he did so, creating a useless barrier of black between them. He listened in almost perfect statuity, his body shivering and his palms clamming with the nervous sweat. Get a wand, hex her. That seemed the logical option when a lycan was standing in the same room as you.
Shooting a small glance to his right hand, Shadonious nodded softly in thought. "If I hurt you, I hurt myself... that still stands," he whispered, smiling a little as he stared at his hand - his words still stuttering. He continued for a moment before looking up with a serious glint to his otherwise terrified eyes, "...are you happy? Do you belong, now?"
"...you've obviously almost made Clearwater wet his trousers." Whap!
Malachy burst out laughing. "Heheh, shad if you piss yourself I'm letting the whole school know." he said teasing. Phug definitely had away of breaking the tension. "Phug, She wound do anything to shadow if she tries My friend here will make sure she regrets ever coming back to my room." He said holding up his left palm. The Silver ring that was the shape of a snake coiled around his finger slithered into his palm and raised its head. "That's right as much as I hate you cousin I'm not gonna let some wolf do my job in kicking your arse."
Malachy then looked to Willow. "I'm gonna play in Shad's defense for once. Because it amuses me. If the Lycan's are not invading then why are you here? If you wanted to prove shadow wrong about that why did you, a Lycan invade the castle. My this one account shadow was partially right, and Orca too, she was in the castle not to long ago. If the lycan's are not planning to invade then why do they keep coming here?" As he was talking, Malachy, and only Malachy saw Bloowing pop his head through the locked door to to check and see what all was happening. "And as you saw in the library I have other forms of back up." Malachy said grinning
Willow's silver eyes flashed with irriation, and for a moment, her features shimmered. Automatically, she took a step away from both of them, her body shuddering. Resisting the urge to give this kid Phug a good kick in the balls, she tore her gave away and over to Malachy.
"None of this is either of you guys' damn business, alright? This is between Shadonious and I." Willow moved with fluid speed, now infront of Malachy. "And I wanted to kick Shadonious's arse, a little punk like you wouldn't stop me." She snarled low in her throat. "Do I look like I'm invading? I came to have a calming chat with a friend, but instead we have to go around explaining why I'm here."
It was the damn ring that kept her from doing anything. She considered taking his damn wand and breaking it. It would be everything he deserved. Willow would have to sort out with Phug later. Nobody threatened her. She was a lycan, and that meant a certain amount of non-control.
The wolf wanted out, wanted to jump them. But she was here to prove a point.
"And about Orca. Orca is everywhere. If you're honestly worried about him, than you're a bigger idiot than I thought."
Turning away, she sat down at the foot of Shadonious's bed, sighing with frustration.
"...are you happy? Do you belong, now?"
She looked up, the normal look returning to her eyes. The lycan no longer looked like she wanted to kill anyone, or at least give them a good kick in the crotch. Malachy deserved it. Little ass.
"Yes. When I'm not worried sick because my friend hates me, I'm very happy." She blew out air again, crossing her arms over her chest. "I really do belong out there, Shadow." The first time she'd called him that in a very long time. It still felt strange. But maybe he'd feel better about that. "Erin's taking to it too, he thinks it's just one big project or something. He's okay. And believe it or not, I actually live in a house. Not all of us sleep in a pile of leaves every night."
Except most nights she was running around looking for trouble. And she had spent her last night under an oak tree. But Shadonious didn't need to know that.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 16, 2009 14:20:49 GMT -5
Phugsius felt a blunt force hit the back of his head after the wet trousers comment but he decided to ignore it for now. "Well, bloody hell it ain't any of our business! We gotta live with this chap and if he's off fraternizing with wolves and bringin em back in here we should know about it. Especially if the man's been acting like a cook!" Phugsius had kept his wand drawn on her the whole time. "I mean it would be a different story if we weren't sleeping in the same room with the bloke, but the sorting hat put us in here and so here we are. You should know all about that being an ex-student right?"
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