Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 18, 2007 10:36:05 GMT -5
One Shadonious Clearwater wandered quietly through the stone clad halls of FFU. He had visited the library more and more recently, flitering between it book-laden shelves whenever he had the chance. So far, few people understood why he ventured here, not even his beloved Gwen knew. Yet.
Falling back onto the cornermost desk, he once again took out the battered textbook. Lucre and Morgan had ruined his last attempt to study it in peace. He tore open the faded cover, scanning his finger down the context in silence. "Do I even know what I want?" he muttered softly, remembering what Lucre had said. No one really understood Shadow, not even he knew everything about himself. God I need to decide on this!
Groaning, quietly his blue eyes flashed over the images before him - trying to decide. He slipped back into his first language, angered with himself for being so indecisive. "Loup ? Non, trop commun. Chat ? Aucune façon! Raton laveur?"
Shadow raised an eyebrow, staring down at the image. A Raccoon, maybe, it would help wouldn't it? Smallish, cunning, night eyed. A twisted smirk made its way across his face, he had decided. Clambering back to his feet, he placed the text down-searching the section for anything else that might help him.
How he got into the library was quite easy, at least in the mind of the young squirrel that sprawled out on a large bookcase. It was a simple passageway he had found ages ago, where a small hole lay in a dark corner. This hole was only small enough for a mouse (or squirrel, in this case), and thankfully, was also hidden enough for any creature to scurry away unnoticed. Hammy had almost been caught by a jumpy Hufflepuff boy, and had dodged a dozen of observant gazes to get to his fifth favorite leisure place, after the marijuana smuggling lab, a muggle coffee shop called Starbucks, a tree near the Shining Lake, and the local drunkard's home.
He had set up his library 'home' on a small, cozy top of an extremely large bookcase. A chair made out of twigs, a waste-bin where he could do his business, and dump it on ongoing students (he was indeed a vile squirrel, though previously human), a table, and a small magnifying glass he had constructed from shattered glass and an old broken frame of some glasses. It wasn't much, but it was indeed sophisticated... for a rodent. He was extremely tired from running away from the little 'Puff student, and was sprawled rather exhaustedly on the surface of the bookshelf 's 'roof'.
Hammy had taken his daily dose of marijuana (which he preferred to call cannibas), and was now fully sated and quite under control. Gasping for silent breaths as he recovered from his evasive actions, the little rodent felt the bookcase shake, every so slightly. Sitting up, the squirrel was surprised to see the same boy he had observed earlier. Wild black hair, like an un-tamable mane, dark, black eyes, and a goth look, he was hard to forget. Peering closer, he saw the supposedly Slytherin student open up a faded book that was recognized by Hammy.
He had previously read the book from back to front, and obviously realized, his Animagus was a squirrel. Or a chipmunk. Or a mouse, of some sort. It was an interesting book, but obviously didn't help him that much, considering he was a rodent. Seeing the boy mutter discouraging remarks as he paused on the pages of the wolf and cat, Hammy brightened up as he realized that maybe, the boy would become a squirrel. More friends to understand him, and perhaps change him back to a regular boy.
Seeing the boy pause on the raccoon, the squirrel almost gasped. Don't do it, boy! The squirrel looked around, and then bounded onto the desk of the Slytherin's. He waved frantically, trying to communicate that a raccoon would be a bad choice. No, squirrels were so much superior. Oh wait. Hammy realized he had just intervened into a human's life. Hastily, he had revealed himself to be smarter than the average bushy-tailed mammal. Choking in slight sheepishness, the squirrel them smiled embarrassedly as he started to back off.
OOC: Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy! I'm a stalker... nay, kidding...
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 18, 2007 11:18:07 GMT -5
ooc- you are ain't yah. Ill reply here ina bit
Shadow jumped, instinctivly reaching for his wand at the sudden movement. He turned suddenly, cocking his head to one side at the strange sight of a squirrel.
Smirking in confusion, he raised an eyebrow and prodded his wand at the ruff of the squirrel. He was sure he had seen it wave. "God I'm going crazy." he muttered quietly.
Slumping back in the chair, he stared intently at the creature. He'd started seeing squirrels everywhere recently, at his hearings, when he was alone with his girlfriend. It was starting to dawn on him that maybe it was the same one.
Resting his elbow on the textbook, he lowered his wand and dropped it on the table. Glancing around, for fear of how stupid he would look, he whispered to it, "Do you understand me?"
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 18, 2007 11:46:48 GMT -5
"Shadow, what are you doing?" said a female voice, as she approached him. If there was one person who wouldn't think him odd for talking to animals, it was her. She had three with whom she communicated frequently. There was something off about that squirrel, though. Something was just...wrong, for lack of a more precise term. First of all, he had a much more complex mind that any squirrel had a right to have, and that mind seemed to be fractured somehow.
"What did you do to that poor squirrel? His aura is all messed up." She asumed, of course, that Shadow had tried to give the squirrel human-like intelligence, and had failed. Alternatively, it could just be some person stuck in the body of a squirrel, but that was unlikely.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 18, 2007 11:52:01 GMT -5
"I-Uh..." Shadow shrugged, leaning back away from the squirrel.
"Hey, if that rodents got something wrong with it, I refuse to take the blame. I came here for my own reason, not to mess around with a squirrel." He raised an eyebrow at the speechless squirrel. Sure, he had a feeling it could understand him. Maybe he'd done something wrong, or right?
"Besides, this ones, been following me." he muttered quietly.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 18, 2007 11:58:37 GMT -5
Morgan believed him. Shadow didn't seem like the type to torture squirrels for fun. "Really? Following you? That's interesting." She regarded the squirrel a bit longer, but he didn't seem to be doing anything, so she turned her attention back to Shadow. "So, if you weren't her to mess with squirrels, what were you doing?" She noted the book. "Oh really? That again? Have you decided on a form yet?"
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 18, 2007 12:06:25 GMT -5
Shadow grinned slightly, "Actually I have." He flicked the pages back to the previous images, pointing a pale finger towards the picture of a Raccoon. His eyes flickered back to the creature for a moment, but he disregarded it.
"Raton laveur, small, dark efficent. In my eyes anyway. What do you reckon?"
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 18, 2007 12:16:27 GMT -5
She considered the illustration, winding her pale, blonde hair absently around a finger while she did so. "That will be a very useful form. I've always wondered what you needed to do to become an animagus. I think a racoon will suit you well, Shadow." She scrutinized the Slytherin. Yes, a racoon would suit him very well. Stealthy, sneaky, and clean.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 18, 2007 12:27:05 GMT -5
Shadow smiled slightly watching her wind the hair around her finger. "Thanks. Do you have the dream too?"
Striding over to the bookcase, he ran his finger down the spine of another book before pulling it away. The potions textbook was heavy and worn almost completely. Dropping it to the table with a thud, he turned the pages gently. 'For Animagi'
Frowning slightly, he moved the book so Morgan could see. "It's a potion?"
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 18, 2007 14:50:06 GMT -5
"Well, yes, I wish to become an animagus too, if that's what you mean." She said, concentrating on the book. They had done that potion last year, but Morgan hadn't finished the assignment. "I thought that was only to help you determine your form, but you know that already, don't you?" She wished she had finished that class; she was eager to know what kind of animal she'd turn into.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 18, 2007 14:56:26 GMT -5
Shadow bit his lip slightly, "Well yeah, but do you think we should do it? I mean, do you know what form you wish to take?" He sighed softly, he knew it was going to be difficult. But he was determined, and he didn't want to mess up another dream.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 18, 2007 15:06:53 GMT -5
"I have an idea." She didn't want to reveal that she hoped to take the form of a horse. He'd only laugh at that. "We don't need to do the potion, since we both have an idea of what we want. Does that book say how to assume your animagus form, once you've decided?"
"God I'm going crazy." The reply was suddenly quiet from the Slytherin's mouth, and the squirrel almost chuckled in agreement. Nodding his head rather reluctantly as he continued to back away, the squirrel was extremely surprised when the student stared around, almost looking as if he was going nuts. Looking into the eyes of the squirrel, the boy locked his dark irises into the pupils of the rodent that sat on his table. Hammy's tiny bones shivered in fear, as he started to quickly back away, hoping for a silent escape.
"Do you understand me?" The poor creature was trying to avert his eyes, when the sudden question popped up. Directly to him. The bushy-tailed beast shuddered as he awkwardly looked at the wild-haired pariah. A squeak emitted from the little squirrel's lips, his paws shuddering in fear. Nodding his head profusely as stopped straight in his tracks, his mind seemingly froze into a certain mode. This boy understood him. A mixture of fear and bliss overwhelmed the tiny soul, making him crinkle in wonder.
"Shadow, what are you doing?" The voice was directed towards his questioner, and Hammy realized his name was Shadow. Turning to the voicer of the inquiry, the squirrel immediately hid underneath a loose textbook sitting untouched on the desk, realizing it was a Ravenclaw girl. She looked around, and rested her eyes on Hammy, a look of terrifying curiosity befitting her face. Turning to the 'Shadow' boy, she asked him a direct question. "What did you do to that poor squirrel? His aura is all messed up." Oh, thanks, the beast said defiantly, still hiding underneath the book.
Realizing his cover was completely blown, Haman Hamstring Hamlet the III revealed himself further. Clambering out from underneath the reading's large pages, the furry ball of observation revealed himself fully. His fur was matted from the pressure of the book, and his dark brown peepers eerily glowed from the sudden turn of events. The dark-haired boy seemingly stuttered, trying to think of an appropriate excuse. Hammy squeaked in humor, realizing how stupid it must have seemed to see a wild-haired boy talking to a untamed squirrel who shouldn't have been in the library.
"Hey, if that rodents got something wrong with it, I refuse to take the blame. I came here for my own reason, not to mess around with a squirrel." Hammy stuck his tongue out in defiance, taking offense to the term 'rodent', and the fact that he was accusing the beast of disrupting his reading... well, maybe he had. But it was necessary. Raccoons... no way. The Slytherin student raised his eyebrow at Hammy, causing him to hush. "Besides, this ones, been following me." No way! An angry cheep emitted from the little squirrel's lips, suggesting he was opposed to the idea. By pure chance had he encountered the boy... thrice. Two in a perfectly observatory stage, and one in a rather... inappropriately insane personality.
Crossing his muscled arms rather crossly, his paws hidden underneath his furry armpits, he stood to listen. Surprisingly, the students didn't really care for his presence, and he was glad. Anymore attention, and he might be revealed to be more than a squirrel. "Really? Following you? That's interesting." The girl's stare mingled on his rodent-like features before turning towards Shadow and ignoring him. "So, if you weren't her to mess with squirrels, what were you doing?"
They went into a conversation, with the girl encouraging him in his raccoon craze. The squirrel hastily grabbed a pencil, and wrote sloppily onto the page. "N0 rAc00nE" it read, and he stared into the eyes of the two. Just to be safe, he continued. "AnD n0 IIamas eeth0r." Admiring his work, the squirrel stepped back and continued to listen on their conversation. His animagi was obviously a squirrel... in fact, he considered his animagi to be a human. I mean, he was certainly more squirrel than human.
Realizing the two students were not extremely hostile or curious, the squirrel relaxed, hopping onto a book and listening, his auburn fur still matted from his hiding.
~ Hammy, your average multi-personality disordered squirrel/boy.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 19, 2007 11:55:27 GMT -5
Shadow shrugged, turning away from her to confer the book. "Well, theres quite a bit about thinking and acting like your form. But, that migh-" He stopped short, hearing squeaks from the squirrel. Lowering his gaze to the creature, he frowned slightly. So it could understand him.
Turning the page to read the scrawl, he couldn't help but stare at the creature. What the hell is going on? Glancing down at it, his eye widdened. A small laugh escaped the wild-haired Slytherin, why not a raccoon? He rather liked the idea of being such an animal. "Why not Llamas, eh?"
Holding his palm out for the squirrel timidly, he shot it a slight smile. "You ain't a normal rodent are you?"
Maybe they would have to take the potion after all, if this thing had such a problem with his chosen form. Besides, Shadow had noted the footnotes of the book from his many re-readings. 'The User does not choose the form, the form is in its spirit.' Still, he was almost certain that this was what he wanted to be. "What do you want us to be then, little guy?"
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 20, 2007 9:59:48 GMT -5
"Of course, I knew that." She was a little afraid that the potion would show her that she wasn't meant to be a horse, and she couldn't let that happen. Shadow was not paying her any mind, however, as he was asking the squirrel about what form he should take.
That squirrel wasn't right. He almost remind her of Max the kitten, but Max had been the soul of a human living in the body of a cat. Could this squirrel be the same way? But he didn't seem like a ghost inside the body of an animal. And just what had caused the fracture in his mind? "Shadow, that squirrel is insane. And he's not exactly a squirrel either. He looks like one, but he doesn't have the mind of one."
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