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Hufflepuff Fifth Year  x11
|  Post #5 be curious, not judgmental
Text Cut: Dot and Tobes Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassirin  There was no more crying. Nope. Dot was still feeling a bit wounded about the way things had gone down, but now she was determined to be a werewolf freedom fighter. Her and Soph, 'cause they were a team. She couldn't help but throw her arms around the older Ravenclaw and squeeze the life out of her momentarily.
There now. Hugging over.
Who needed their help first? She wiped at her face with her shirt and surveyed those nearest to them. Who... that little Ravenclaw was being taken care of by StarMan (glare glare glare). So... "Cutty. I think? Has his shoes, at least." And Dot was an expert at shoes. Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir Getting up this tree wasn't working at all. Maybe he was trying to go too quickly, or maybe they were charmed with an anti-climbing spell, or maybe Toby was simply too panicked to get any kind of proper hold on the bark or branches to really get up there. He looked back again, wide-eyed, upon hearing Airey's admonishment. Maybe, if he wasn't so focused on fleeing up this tree and they weren't in the middle of a MANHUNT and he wasn't so terrified of that EXTRA AGGRESSION that was running full-steam at him and threatening to pass the same to him... maybe without all that, he'd have gotten a little upset. Again. But yeah. Maybe later. Little busy.
Because when he'd looked back to see Airey, what Toby had actually seen was that WERESTUDENT. This time, as he dangled by his fingers from a lower branch of the tree, he thought he could tell who it was. Lux. Lux Carrington, and she was about to get him, and this time, he wouldn't be able to dodge it.
"No!" Toby cried out, panic gripping his voice. "Please, NO! I don't want to be a werewolf!" He didn't... he couldn't. He was so afraid of accidentally hurting someone, and he knew he was capable of it. He didn't want to feel that aggression. The fear was real. Soon he was all but screeching into the gloom as he tried to get away and up the tree to safety. "I CAN'T. I DON'T WANT TO BE A WEREWOLF! IDON'TWANTTOBEAWEREWOLF! NO NO NO NO NO PLEASE NO, I DON'T WAN-" Despite flailing around from that branch, there was no avoiding it. Lux's swipe caught him (CRITICAL HIT), and Toby fell suddenly and eerily silent. He let go of the branch and landed smartly on the floor.
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There was hair growing on his hands, and when he touched his face, Toby felt it growing there too. When he looked up and around at the others whom he could actually see, he found that suddenly the werestudents didn't look like they were moving so impossibly slow anymore. In fact, the trappers he could see looked like they were lumbering through the mist.
He ran a tongue over his teeth to find that they'd changed too, and suddenly... there it was... the aggression. It suddenly burned up within him, piled on to all the other confusing and messy feelings of the day, and Toby suddenly felt like he was going to explode. He watched some of the others, and felt it. The need to take someone down. To hit out at them. To grab them and subject them to this too. He gritted his teeth as an expression as ugly as his mood suddenly became clear on his werewolf face. He had enough of his wits about him to focus on one thing in particular...
Dakest, Culloden, or Flamsteed. He was gonna get one of them. Bring them down and give THEM a taste of this.
Toby gave an angry huff, clenching his jaw tightly. He was ready. Sophie was quite relieved that Dot was bouncing back well from her traumatic werewolf transformation, and the Ravenclaw's eyes followed Dot's line of vision to Cutty, who she was recommending they try to cure--
But that's when she heard it: Tobes' panicked, excruciatingly painful screams were ringing throughout the entire room, and Sophie froze on the spot, her eyes huge and her face more alarmed and concerned than it had ever been before. And then suddenly the screaming stopped, and there was no more noise coming from that direction - just the sounds of more growls and the occasional spell being shot in other places in the room. But... by the way Tobes had been cut off... she knew it must've happened. He'd been caught. Someone had gotten him, and somewhere through the mist, he was changing into a pseudo werewolf.
Tears stung at her eyes, then, for she'd never wanted to hear that kind of fear and panic in the Hufflepuff's voice. Never, ever, but there it was - the older boy had sounded like he was being murdered, and not being able to see him made that vision all the more real and hard-hitting. His suffering and the pure fear that had been in his screams... it was like the life was sucked from her, the way she stood there, unable to move or speak or breathe or do anything.
She never wanted to hear Tobes in that kind of agony. Never again.
There was no use in moving. There was no point in going to try to find him, because by the time she'd fully processed everything, it was certain that the transformation had already taken place, and somewhere on the other side of the transformed classroom was a beast-like version of her Tobes. Somewhere in mist he was a hunter now with scary teeth and a thirst for... something - whatever it was that the werewolves wanted that made them so keen on attacking people.
Wiping a fallen tear on her cheek, Sophie finally nodded at Dot. "Lead the way." She couldn't focus, but maybe if Dot led the way and took the reigns in them curing Cutty, she'd be okay and forget about what WereTobes must've been feeling.
No matter what, though, she was certain of one thing: when he was back to normal, he was not going to be in a good state at all and she was already planning on taking him to see Javy as soon as possible.
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