[open]breathe in, breathe out

[wolfgang collin finch]

it was the night of the full moon; the night that he had been dreading all week. of course he had thought about it during the month but he wasn't really paying attention to the calender in his room that said when the full moon would come every month. it had been in the back of his mind all month and then a week before he started getting anxious and nervous about the full moon. he hated being a werewolf more than his stupid stammer. being a werewolf was a curse that was brought upon him because of his father. sometimes he wished that he had been like jace and not gotten the genes but then he figured that he would be full of hatred and anger if he hadn't gotten the gene. wolf didn't have a lot of anger inside of him, he usually keeps it in but when he's a werewolf the anger comes out and he attacks himself. if there was a person around then he would for sure attack them, especially jace since the kid is always angry at wolf for no reason at all.

wolf was anxious and angry all day; he didn't talk to anyone, not even his friends. some of them knew that it was the night of the full moon but the others just thought that he was being an ass. the nurse had given him some wolfsbane the night before just in case he turned a day before, but he didn't and she didn't want to give him anymore wolfsbane, she wanted to give the rest to his other siblings that were werewolves. it sorta ticked him off but he just went along with it and didn't argue with her. a couple hours into the day of the full moon she rushed to find him and gave him some wolfsbane, he wondered what made her give him more but figured it was probably jace, his own way of looking out for his little brother.

it was now about eight at night and it was getting dark which meant that he would have to get to the shreeky shack sometime soon. wolf was thankful for the shack, it was the only place that he could go and other people won't follow him because they were scared of it. their was really nothing to be afraid of, it was just as old shack. but maybe they were scared of the whomping willow and the noises that he made at the full moon? wolf probably would've been scared of it if he wasn't a werewolf. wolf managed to get inside the shreeky shack without being attacked by the whomping willow. he always managed to get hit or somehow attacked by it while he was running, but this time he managed to swiftly get by without getting injured. wolf got to the room quickly, it looked the same, it never changes. and now he would just have to wait until he changes which probably won't be very long, he could change at any second.

tagged // perhaps jace?
wordcount // idk.
outfit // just the general outfit. none of the accessories and shit.
listening to// asdfghl
notes // if you're going to join then expect wolf to attack you.

[gee]

they gonna rip up your heads
your aspirations to shreds
another cog in the murder machine

So Oliver was a smart kid, but he'd never claimed to be wise. He was smart enough to find the Shrieking Shack, but apparently not wise enough to realize it was best left alone. Oh no. That would be too easy, if he just ignored the presence of a tunnel leading into an abandoned building in Hogsmeade.

He'd only been in it a few times. He'd snuck down a few times and just sat in one of the dusty little rooms, book in hand, listening to the silence around him and wondering why anyone thought the place was haunted. Just because it was abandoned? That was silly. To Oliver, the Shrieking Shack was just a simple place of peace. Somewhere to hide out when he had nowhere else to go for peace and quiet. To get away from everyone else. He went there today, quickly made his way to the knot that would still the tree, managed to not get hit, and wormed his way into the tunnel. Oli went through it, his book under his arm, loosening and untying his tie as he walked so it just hung loosely around his neck. Comfortable. It was the best he could manage under short notice...and the decision to go to the Shrieking Shack had been last minute today.

Oli had been minding his own most of the day. Silent, quiet, as he always was. He answered a few questions that his professors asked, but even then he didn't offer, they had to pull it out of him. He was smart, he knew the answers to a lot of things, but he didn't care much for speaking them aloud. Oli didn't waste words, he savoured every single one. He used them when necessary, not when obligatory. And then after classes, he couldn't find a quiet place to sit and read. He'd tried the common room, but someone had approached him, sat down next to him to talk about Quidditch. He enjoyed Quidditch, sure, he was a beater after all...but he really had just wanted to read. He'd tried the library next, but someone had found him there, too, and asked him to explain an Arithmancy problem. Another thing that honestly, Oli didn't mind so much. But he just wanted to read. And so he'd tried outside...unfortunately, it was a bit chilly, and getting dark, and he wanted somewhere he could pull out his wand for light and nobody would ask questions. Sitting on the grounds, they'd probably tell him to get his ass back in the castle.

So he'd ended up here, in the tunnel leading from the Whomping Willow to the Shrieking Shack. When he finally made it, he dusted himself off, and then grabbed his book tightly in one hand before finally looking up and realizing...he wasn't alone. For a moment he merely stared at Wolfgang, his mouth slightly ajar, eyes wide. And then he thought...perhaps he should speak. Or do something. Why was Wolf here, anyway? "Um...hi?" He tried, his brow furrowing in confusion.

notes;; hiya.
tags;; you thur
words;; i haven't the slightest idea.
wearing;; clothes