Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 9, 2009 19:55:25 GMT -5
It was into the wee hours of the morning and A black-haired Slytherin boy had wandered out to the lake with his guitar case in hand. The moon reflected off the surface of the water. It was a tribute to the night. The English boy admired how it shimmered and almost every speckle was clearly reflected. He walked over to the edge of the lake and gazed at his youthful reflection. This boy was not him. Not the real him anyway....
Phugsius hadn't been out of the University at night since the whole green house incident. He found a stone and skipped it across the water, watching as the stone bounced off the water and created a ripple which disfigured the white moon.
Tonight seemed like a good night for a swim....
He shed all of his clothes except for his trousers that resembled the British flag. There was a splash and in was Phugs. He felt the chill of the water envelope his body up to his neck and waited for his body temperature to adjust to the lake.
This was what he needed after all the drama that had surrounded the few previous days. He smirked amusedly. "Probably should have waited until I could get back into my original form"
Phugsius remembered the night he had been ignorant enough to change himself. He hadn't a need to change, but with only a year remaining would that have been enough to give his elementalism time to develope? If he ever learned how to be one.....
A blond haired boy sat in his hotel room in Madrid. Tomorrow he was headed to FFU and he needed to look like the 11 year old boy who applied there. Phugsius was 16 years old. He had everything he needed, his wand, his potion. If he guessed correctly it would work, it had to work.....
Phugsius snapped back into reality when he accidentally swallowed a gulp of the lake water. He swam to the edge and coughed it up. The Slytherin pulled himself up on the edge. He sat with his feet in water thinking, pondering.....
The boy looked at the four scars running down his chest. Despite his new appearance they were still there. An ever showing reminder that love hurts, literally. A girl's voice flashed in his mind "Phuggie Bear....."
He shivered: partially from the cold, partially becuse the voice still haunted him.
Phugsius had dried himself off and took his guitar out of it's case. his eleven year old hands could barely fit around the neck.
the sound of off key notes sounded as he started tuning it. His thoughts were thrown back into the hotel room in Madrid.....
The handsome blonde haired boy thought to himself as he looked in the mirror, "What if it didn't work? What if it back fired? Would he ever look himself again?" His worried look reflected in the mirror. "Once I drink this potion there's no going back..."
The boy looked at the potion for what seemed like and eternity. He had to do it, he had to do it for Kelly. He gave himself a reassuring look and down went the potion.
Pain shot through all of his body. He let out loud groans of pain as his body became more compact. He raised his wand and saw his face start changing itself. All the bones in his body were breaking and readjusting. He had passed out, darkness....
Phugsius hadn't been out of the University at night since the whole green house incident. He found a stone and skipped it across the water, watching as the stone bounced off the water and created a ripple which disfigured the white moon.
Tonight seemed like a good night for a swim....
He shed all of his clothes except for his trousers that resembled the British flag. There was a splash and in was Phugs. He felt the chill of the water envelope his body up to his neck and waited for his body temperature to adjust to the lake.
This was what he needed after all the drama that had surrounded the few previous days. He smirked amusedly. "Probably should have waited until I could get back into my original form"
Phugsius remembered the night he had been ignorant enough to change himself. He hadn't a need to change, but with only a year remaining would that have been enough to give his elementalism time to develope? If he ever learned how to be one.....
A blond haired boy sat in his hotel room in Madrid. Tomorrow he was headed to FFU and he needed to look like the 11 year old boy who applied there. Phugsius was 16 years old. He had everything he needed, his wand, his potion. If he guessed correctly it would work, it had to work.....
Phugsius snapped back into reality when he accidentally swallowed a gulp of the lake water. He swam to the edge and coughed it up. The Slytherin pulled himself up on the edge. He sat with his feet in water thinking, pondering.....
The boy looked at the four scars running down his chest. Despite his new appearance they were still there. An ever showing reminder that love hurts, literally. A girl's voice flashed in his mind "Phuggie Bear....."
He shivered: partially from the cold, partially becuse the voice still haunted him.
Phugsius had dried himself off and took his guitar out of it's case. his eleven year old hands could barely fit around the neck.
the sound of off key notes sounded as he started tuning it. His thoughts were thrown back into the hotel room in Madrid.....
The handsome blonde haired boy thought to himself as he looked in the mirror, "What if it didn't work? What if it back fired? Would he ever look himself again?" His worried look reflected in the mirror. "Once I drink this potion there's no going back..."
The boy looked at the potion for what seemed like and eternity. He had to do it, he had to do it for Kelly. He gave himself a reassuring look and down went the potion.
Pain shot through all of his body. He let out loud groans of pain as his body became more compact. He raised his wand and saw his face start changing itself. All the bones in his body were breaking and readjusting. He had passed out, darkness....