[jace]pumped up kicks.

[wolfgang collin finch]

wolf could always tell that there was going to be a full moon either that week or in a couple of days. he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. it made him feel nauseated, it was an awful feeling. he would spend hours in the bathroom near the sink or the toilet. the professors knew he was a part werewolf and so did the students but it never dawned on them that it was a painful experience the week before. it was as if his body was preparing itself for the horrid week to come. sometimes wolf wished that he wasn't part werewolf, it was horrible and the once a month thing really distracted him from his studies and life. when wolf first realized that he was part werewolf he read up on it. he had gotten tossed around from muggle home to muggle home as a child and didn't know what werewolves are or if they even existed. during his first year at hogwarts he went to the library and got three huge books about werewolves, so that he'd know at least what he was and what he could to stop it. he'd been hiding being a werewolf from his foster parents. he didn't have to hide after his first year, a wizard family adopted him.

wolf had been in his charms class when he felt the pain in his stomach, he had asked to be excused. she couldn't just say no, the teachers all knew about him being a werewolf and the pain he got a week before. other werewolves got angry and hateful before the full moon, he just got very sick and sick looking. he was paler than usual and didn't eat all that much and the food he did eat ended up coming back up. his friends noticed him looking pale and sickly every month but they never said anything about it unless they knew that he was a werewolf and the ones that knew that he was a werewolf tried to help him by making him eat or getting the potion for him. he was grateful for them but he really wanted to know someone who understood what he was going through. if his father were alive then he would tell him to just kill humans. wolf didn't do that; during the full moon he would go into the shreeky shak and instead of hurting others he would hurt himself, that would be the reason why he always had scratches on his face.

wolf had grabbed his stuff and ran to the fifth floor boy's bathroom. when he was in the bathroom he just threw his books on the ground, not really caring and rushed to a toilet and puked. sometimes he just hated being part werewolf which was the same thing as being a full werewolf. he didn't understand what the point in being called 'part werewolf' when really they're both the exact same thing. wolf heavily sighed and walked out of the stall and over to where he had thrown his books. he kneeled down and picked them up and put them in his bag. wolf walked over to the sinks and splashed some water in his face. he looked at himself in the mirror and just sighed. he hated going through this, it was awful being teased everyday for his stammer and just being wolf but he also has to go through the once a month week of feeling like a zombie and just getting by every day, the night of the full moon was the worst. as he kept on slashing water in his face he didn't even notice that someone was already in the bathroom.

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outfit // gryffindor robes
listening to // nightmare before christmas
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[jace matthew carlile]

Jace didn't like classes. In fact, he disliked classes so much that every chance that he could skip them was a chance that he took. He wasn't a stupid boy by any means, so classes weren't exactly difficult for him, but he didn't put forth the effort necessary to succeed. Knowing full well that he was meant to turn in an essay that he had skipped out on the week before, Jace felt that attending his Potions class would be something of a waste. He didn't need to get another bad mark, so if he didn't show up than he didn't have to worry about the professor mentioning his lack of discipline. Sure, he'd have to worry about it later when they hunted him down to give him a detention or something along those lines, but he was living in the moment and for the moment he didn't have to give a shit. He couldn't tell you why he was so uncaring when it came to school, since he pretty much just was. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't a reason for it. It just was.

Not wanting to be somewhere that he could easily be located, Jace grabbed a few of his things to go find a quiet place to shack up for a few hours. The longer he could go without being found, the less likely it was that he would get into trouble. Eventually the professor would have to forget that he didn't show up to class, right? At least, Jace certainly hoped that were the case, since he really couldn't handle another useless night spent in a detention doing useless things. Houseelves were made for cleaning, not charming, young wizards like himself. Call him an asshole if you wish, but Jace wanted nothing to do with manual labor. He was clearly too far above that sort of thing. Though, considering his utter lack of regard for his education, there wasn't much looking good for his future anyways.

Taking out a cigarette from his pack of smokes, Jace lit it up with a quick wave of his wand and brought it to his lips as he started to walk up the stairs to one of the more abandoned corridors. Before long, Jace found himself at the fifth floor. It wasn't somewhere he found himself far too often, so that seemed like a fairly logical place to camp out and smoke up for awhile. No one would really think to look there for him and he could stroll back down to bed when he was bored of just hanging around. Walking down the hallway, Jace wasn't really sure which room he was going to end up in. Pausing outside one of the doors, Jace shrugged a bit and walked into it, finding a bathroom there. It was pretty abandoned, so Jace moved over to the corner to lean up against the wall. Sliding down into place, Jace settled in with his head against the wall and continued to smoke.

He had settled into a fairly calming mood when he heard the door opening. Glancing up, Jace's eyebrows furrowed with irritation when he saw who it was. His half-brother, Wolf, was someone that he had mixed feelings about. On one hand, as brothers Jace felt quite protective of him, especially considering how, well, pathetic he was. However, especially in week's like this, Jace was jealous that the boy was going through the process of dealing with his werewolf genes. It was always a bitter thought for Jace, since he wished more than anything that he at least could have that tie to his father, even if he had nothing else. Not bothering to get up and check to see if the other boy was okay, Jace simply stayed where he was. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, flicking his cigarette slightly to let the ashes fall to the ground next to him. He wasn't exactly pleasant when it came to dealing with Wolf, but if someone else had been mistreating him than everyone knew there would be hell to pay for it.

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[wolfgang collin finch]

saying that wolf disliked his wereowolf genes was a lie, wolf hated it with every bone in his body. he wished that he had a different father or that he hadn't gotten the genes like jace had. wolf felt that jace was lucky to not have gotten the genes, but jace for sure didn't feel that way about it. wolf always saw jace out on the full moon, once he had even attacked him. wolf hadn't gotten to the whomping willow on time, he made his transformation and saw jace so he attacked him. he hadn't meant to, it was the werewolf in him that made him attack jace plus it had been the night of the full moon. that was a month ago and wolf still felt extremely horrible about it.

wolf smelled smoke, his eyes wandered over to it and saw jace. the two had never really been on best terms. jace was always envious of wolf, wolf never saw why; being a werewolf was a curse, not something that you want. wolf never understood his half-brother. he wanted something that would never happen, something that was a horrible thing to wish about. what the fuck are you doing? wolf ran his hand through his hair and splashed some more water in his face before speaking. i-i-i j-jus-s-st-t pu-uk-ked. wolf hated his stammer just as much as he hated being a werewolf. it was one of the reasons why he was teased at school. his friends didn't act like it bothered them but he knew that sometimes it got fusterated when he talked to them.

wolf shrugged, puking was something that happened regulary when it was the week of the full moon. t-the f-full moon-n is-s-s-s t-this-s-s week-k-k. he had difficult just speaking regular sentences. wolf could barley pronounce his s's and his t's. the s's just sounded like a hissing noise and the t's sounded like a weird t. people got annoyed with it, especially the teachers, but some of them were patient with him and some of them just didn't call on him during class because they knew it hurt him on the inside when he spoke during class. but some of the other teachers didn't care and called on him anyway and made him speak a lot because they knew that it was difficult for him. those were the few teachers that he didn't like and wolf hardley ever hated anyone.

[jace matthew carlile]

Though Jace was generally acting like a complete ass, he couldn't help but feel slightly bad when he heard Wolf stammering out a nervous response to his question. The younger boy had always seemed to have difficulties with his speech, which led to quite a bit of ridicule from their fellow classmates. Jace had to agree with the fact that it was utterly stupid, but he wasn't going to tolerate that from anyone else. Wolf was his brother, whether they liked it or not, and Jace valued his family. Any connections to his father were connections that he would value at least to some degree and therefore Jace did his best to attempt to look out for the younger boy, even if he tended to verbally abuse him at all other moments. Jace rather felt like he just didn't have it in him to be completely nice to any one person, especially when he frequently found that he was jealous of them.

Wolf never seemed to understand why Jace felt the way he did about his lack of werewolf genes, but it wasn't like Jace had ever sat down and tried to explain his reasoning to anyone. Flicking his cigarette off to the side, done with smoking for the time being, Jace got up from where he had been sitting and leaned up against the wall with a rather judgmental gaze. "Pretty obvious you just puked, mate. Can't you do that somewhere else where other people don't have to watch?" he grumbled, making his displeasure quite apparent. Really, it didn't make a difference to Jace either way, but he obviously needed something to bitch about to his younger half-brother. Just letting the guy off, especially when it was so close to the full moon and Jace knew that he would be out transforming into a werewolf in a mere few days, wasn't about to happen. Not in the least.

Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Jace started to pace between the wall and the door to the bathroom stall with a scowl. Of course Wolf would come in and mention the one major thing that Jace had against him. Asshole. Clenching his fists, Jace sent a punch at the door to one of the stalls, sending it flying open with a loud crash. "Well, good for fucking you, mate. Hope you have a grand time out there," he spat, the bitter tone in his voice full of venom. Jace didn't particularly enjoy being that much of a jerk towards his family, but he was just an angry kid and sometimes it happened. Well, more than just sometimes, it seemed. For whatever reason, Jace was unable to bottle up any of his bitter, angry feelings and he just let them out constantly. His lack of werewolf genes was a constant source of anger and seemed like a neverending flow of vicious feelings. "You going to be in the shack tonight?" Jace asked after a moment, his eyes looking over at Wolf with a curious expression.

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[wolfgang collin finch]

wolf knew that jace would find a way to get angry at wolf one way or another. everything that he seemed to do made jace angry.pretty obvious you just puked, mate. can't you do that somewhere else where other people don't have to watch? wolf sighed and looked at the dirty floor and then back at jace. i-i d-d-didn't-t-t ssssee y-you-u t-t-theree. wolf hated speaking out loud. he didn't speak much for that reason but he maybe if he spoke more then his stammer would go away? probably would never happen. the only thing that wolf ever knew was stuttering. he had never gotten the therapy for it. he had been moved from foster home to foster home and they never decided to bring him to therapy. they weren't the nicest foster parents in the first place, they were actually really mean and cruel to wolf. jace being mean to wolf wasn't a new thing to him; jace wasn't always the nicest person to wolf and wolf had been dealing with people being to mean to him since he was real little. so whenever people were mean to him he just brushed it aside on the outside.

wolf can be a bit of baby. if his mom was around then he would be a total mommy's boy. plus he's the baby out of him and his sister who'se a seventh year. he was brought up as the baby... until he realized that he was actually the middle child and had a younger fourth year brother. it crushed him during his second year. he loved being the baby of the 'family', if you wanna call it a family. it was more of a messed up family of half siblings without their father and some with their mothers or in fostercare or adoptive parents. it isn't what wolf would call a family, but it was the closest thing he had ever had to it.

"well, good for fucking you, mate. hope you have a grand time out there," wolf nodded and flinched a bit when jace punched the bathroom stall door. wolf was dreading the night to come and the pain that went with it. the next day at school would involve him not even speaking a word to his friends or anybody, multiple scars on his body, no appetite for food, pissed off at everybody, emotionless and extremely sick looking; more than he looks right now. and right now he looks like he could pass out at any moment. "you going to be in the shack tonight?" wolf nodded, he always went to the shack if it was the week of the full moon or if it was the night of the full moon. he just liked being in there, he felt safe in there. yeah. he didn't stutter for once; that made his day. when he spoke small and quick words then he usually didn't stammer as much or at all. he smiled small when he didn't stammer, it was one of those small things that made him happy.

[jace matthew carlile]

Of course Wolf hadn't seen Jace there. He'd been tucked away in the corner and curled up in a spot that wasn't going to attract any attention, so it wasn't like it was that big of a deal that Wolf hadn't spotted him there. However, for Jace it was a huge deal. When there wasn't something major to be pissed off about, Jace took the little things that simply bothered him and turned them into something ridiculous. "Yeah, well, stop being so fucking blind all the time. You don't need any other problems with yah," Jace scowled. There was really no reason for him to act like he did towards anyone, let alone towards his own half-brother. Granted, they had never met before they'd come to Hogwarts, but they were still tied together and bonded through the hell that their father had put them all through. None of them had lived in a stable home when they were young and that did a lot to affect a kid.

Obviously, all of them had their problems. Wolf had his stutter and Jace became increasingly more violent by the day. They were a pretty messed up family, but they survived. Jace hated that Wolf never really fought back against his general bad attitude towards him, since at least that would have made it interesting. This lack of fight, however, just kind of burned Jace's attitude out. Though, that was probably a good thing for the younger boy, since it meant that eventually Jace lightened up at least a bit. He nodded slightly, pleased that the boy would be in his typical place. Though Jace knew it was stupid, he liked to show up on the full moon to where the others would be, hoping that one of them would attack him and change him as well. However, despite having been attacked before, nothing seemed to change him into the werewolf he wanted to be.

Kicking at the ground, Jace scuffed the floor with the bottom of his shoes. "You need help to get over to the hospital wing or whatever?" he asked, his tone softening slightly. He knew that being a werewolf was hard. They dealt with a lot of shit in the week leading up to the full moon and Jace certainly felt at least a bit bad when he saw Wolf struggling with it like he was. "Or, I have some potion in my dorm too," he shrugged, making it seem like it were no big deal that he was offering to help the kid. Jace always kept wolfsbane potion handy in his room, thanks to his ability to jack it from Ilyana. To be honest, he didn't think it was that big of a deal. Jace was completely of the opinion that he could do whatever the hell he wanted and that was just that, So, if he felt like being slightly nicer to Wolf at the moment, than he was completely allowed.

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