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imaginarynumb3rs · 08-04-2009, 02:59 AM

Blinking back tears, the tiny Hufflepuff grasped the vile, holding it close in both hands. Sniffling, her nose slightly dripping from crying, Wesley uncorked the lid, her stomach already twisting in revulsion.

She didn't want to sniff it. She didn't want to drink it. But she HAD to. Somewhere, in a very deep part of her mind, it made sense for Wesley to drink it. Somewhere, somehow, she felt that by drinking the potion, it would make up for her failure to hug. In some twisted area of her very conscious, Wesley felt like drinking it would be the right thing to do. Professor Lupa would not be alone in her suffering. And though a part of the first year realized that just sniffing and drinking a fake liquid wasn't anything compared to the suffering of undergoing a transformation into a werewolf, another part felt that this did. Or at least, it was as close to feeling it as she would ever get. Because Wesley, young and naive, could never believe something as bad as being bit by a werewolf would happen to her. It was unfathomable. Not to me.

Then, there was a whole other part of her, reaching back far into her childhood, into the very core of her existence, that told her to drink it because she deserved it. Because she was a bad girl, and she deserved to suffer. She deserved to hurt. She deserved to feel pain.

So, uncorking the lid, the girl lifted the glass to her nose and sniffed. Nearly dropping the container, Wesley gagged. The aroma was putrid. Holding it away from herself, the brunette breathed heavily, gulping in air. So...bad! So bad! So bad! So bad bad bad bad bad!

She almost corked it. Almost pocketed it to later throw it in some random rubbish bin. But she couldn't. She needed to drink it. She was a bad girl and she HAD to drink it. Starting to cry, Wesley lifted it back to her face, and gulped. The liquid was disgusting in taste. After gagging a few times, Wesley forced herself to swallow. Bile rose into her mouth shortly after, threatening to get loose, but she held it back, gritting her teeth, and swallowed the searing belly juice.

Mouth reeking, Wesley closed her eyes, biting her lip. Hard. All over. All over. All done.

Shaking, Wesley stared at the Runes professor through her misted eyes. Professor Lupa. She's not like me. She's a good girl. She doesn't deserve this. She shouldn't have this. It's not her fault. It's not her fault!

08-04-2009, 02:59 AM	#227 (permalink)
imaginarynumb3rs Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: (GMT -5) Posts: 1,007 Hogwarts RPG Name: Fern Quimbley Third Year	Blinking back tears, the tiny Hufflepuff grasped the vile, holding it close in both hands. Sniffling, her nose slightly dripping from crying, Wesley uncorked the lid, her stomach already twisting in revulsion. She didn't want to sniff it. She didn't want to drink it. But she HAD to. Somewhere, in a very deep part of her mind, it made sense for Wesley to drink it. Somewhere, somehow, she felt that by drinking the potion, it would make up for her failure to hug. In some twisted area of her very conscious, Wesley felt like drinking it would be the right thing to do. Professor Lupa would not be alone in her suffering. And though a part of the first year realized that just sniffing and drinking a fake liquid wasn't anything compared to the suffering of undergoing a transformation into a werewolf, another part felt that this did. Or at least, it was as close to feeling it as she would ever get. Because Wesley, young and naive, could never believe something as bad as being bit by a werewolf would happen to her. It was unfathomable. Not to me. Then, there was a whole other part of her, reaching back far into her childhood, into the very core of her existence, that told her to drink it because she deserved it. Because she was a bad girl, and she deserved to suffer. She deserved to hurt. She deserved to feel pain. So, uncorking the lid, the girl lifted the glass to her nose and sniffed. Nearly dropping the container, Wesley gagged. The aroma was putrid. Holding it away from herself, the brunette breathed heavily, gulping in air. So...bad! So bad! So bad! So bad bad bad bad bad! She almost corked it. Almost pocketed it to later throw it in some random rubbish bin. But she couldn't. She needed to drink it. She was a bad girl and she HAD to drink it. Starting to cry, Wesley lifted it back to her face, and gulped. The liquid was disgusting in taste. After gagging a few times, Wesley forced herself to swallow. Bile rose into her mouth shortly after, threatening to get loose, but she held it back, gritting her teeth, and swallowed the searing belly juice. Mouth reeking, Wesley closed her eyes, biting her lip. Hard. All over. All over. All done. Shaking, Wesley stared at the Runes professor through her misted eyes. Professor Lupa. She's not like me. She's a good girl. She doesn't deserve this. She shouldn't have this. It's not her fault. It's not her fault!