[open]i'm not d e a d yet.

[wolfgang collin finch]

for the past couple of days wolf has spent the night in the hospital wing. the nurse was scared that he would get even more sick or transform when it wasn't the full moon and attack his roommates. he really didn't see the problem, he's been dealing with this sorta thing since he was real little and he's never had a problem with it, never, he's never attacked someone since a month ago. the nurse was scared that he would attack someone again, so the minute it started getting dark on the night of the full moon she would force him into the shreeky shack. he does it on his own but she makes sure that he gets there; walks him to the shreeky shack and watches him go in. he was being treated like a baby, which he hated. wolf was like a baby and all but he hated being treated like one by the nurse.

wolf just sat there and stared up at the ceiling; he wasn't going to be sleeping tonight. tomorrow was the night of the full moon and he was dreading it more than anything. every month he would dread the full moon; he hated what it did to him, he fully blamed his father for it. if it weren't for his father then he wouldn't be a part werewolf, he would be a normal fifteen year old boy. maybe if he had a different father then his whole life would've been different, possibly a family? but then he wouldn't have those six siblings that he calls family. they may not be exactly nice to wolf but they were family.

he was drifting off to sleep when he heard someone walking into the hospital wing. he looked at the person for a moment before the nurse came to see him about the wolfsbane that he needed. he was older than wolf and not a gryffindor, he had seen him before, he's a slytherin like jace. w-wolfs-s-s-sbane? he asked and she nodded. he looked at the blue potion with the most disgusted look on his face, wolfsbane never got better, even if he took it every month, it wasn't getting any better. you have to take it, it'll make you feel a lot better, it'll ease the symptoms, she spoke and he frowned like a puppy and took the cup in his hands and started drinking it without even stopping. after drinking it he frowned some more and covered his mouth in case it was going to come back up. it's-s-s-s the m-mos-st-t dis-s-sgues-s-s-sting t-thing i-i've ev-ver t-tast-ted. she nodded and walked away with the cup in her hands. he watched her walkaway, did she not care about what wolf was going through? it wouldn't surprise him; most of his siblings didn't care about him, just told him to suck it up. wolf wondered why she was giving him the wolfsbane the night before the full moon, maybe she thought that he would turn before the full moon? but that never once had ever happened to him. wolf shrugged and just sat there at the end of bed, he didn't feel like moving. all week he didn't feel like moving; he was weak and sickly the whole week of the full moon. his friends asked but he didn't give the answer unless they knew of his 'sickness'. he usually just shrugged about it. wolf looked really pale and almost as if he was going to pass out any moment.

tagged // emery/open?
wordcount // idk
wearing // sweatpants, sweatshirt, sneakers.
listening to // nothing
notes //

[gee2]

in the night the stormy night he'll close his eyes
in the night the stormy night he'll fly
and dreams of para-para-paradise para-para-paradise

"I can walk. Let go!" Emery yanked his arm out of the nurse's grasp, scowling at her before sitting down on the bed she'd been leading him towards. "I don't see what the big deal is. It's probably nothing but a sprain. It's fine." Her hands were on him again, trying to get him to lean back, to get him to put his legs up on the bed. He twitched slightly and moved just a little bit away from her, pulling his legs up himself, wincing when he had to move one of his ankles, one that was slightly swollen. The nurse let him roll up his own pantleg, just a few inches, just enough for her to look at his ankle and tut a bit. Broken. Emery bit down on his lip, still trying his best to scowl. Damn. He really didn't want to sit here for very long.

She left him for a few moments, and he leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling, taking a deep breath in. "Damn it..." He mumbled, and when she returned she handed him a glass of something and he took it quickly, crossing his arms over his chest and shivering slightly. She eyed him curiously, but said nothing about it. "How long do I have to sit here?" He asked, rather rudely, still scowling because, well, that was just the mood he was in. Given the fact that he'd broken his ankle and then demanded that they let him hobble his own way up to the Hospital Wing, he felt his bad mood was more than justified...not that it mattered, his bad moods hit suddenly all the time.

"Half an hour to an hour." She smiled, she was pleasant enough, but Emery just scowled at her in return. And so she walked away again, and he was left to sit there, doing absolutely nothing, wondering why on Earth he'd been so stupid as to break an ankle. Honestly. What had he been thinking? Oh yeah...he'd been thinking something along the lines of "today's the day, I'm going to fly a broom and not be horribly suckish at it". Unfortunately, he'd been wrong. Extremely wrong.

Bored, Emery rolled his neck, and caught a glimpse of someone just a few beds over. Someone that made his scowl turn into a smirk. Wolfgang...what was his last name, again? Shoot, he knew this one...."Finch!" He said it aloud when he got it, and his smirk grew as he stared at the other boy, wondering if he was awake, or well...what was wrong with him, anyway? Ilyana had said he was a werewolf, when was the full moon again? He should keep tabs on this, if he was going to pursue a werewolf. Oh, well. Wolf looked ill, so Emery figured he'd go for it anyway. "Oh no, the full moon approaches?" He said, sounding almost mocking about it, the smirk still on hi face.

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

[wolfgang collin finch]

wolf wanted to sleep so badly. he wanted to get enough sleep tonight, because tomorrow night he wouldn't be getting any. wolf didn't want to move so that he was laying down, he just wanted to sit there. maybe he would fall asleep sitting? he just felt numb, like he couldn't do anything even if he tried. he just stared at the ground, waiting for the nurse to tell him to do something and how long he was going to be there for. he really didn't want to be in the hospital wing all night; it was cold at night and he liked to sleep in his room, plus he didn't like the feeling of sleeping in a bed that someone else had slept in. it was clean, but he just didn't like the strange feeling of not being in his own bed with his own blankets.

wolf heard the nurse come back, he was going to say something but realized that she was busy with another student. he recognized the voice immediately as emery. wolf has the biggest crush on emery, although he didn't like to admit to anyone, not even to himself. he didn't have a problem with being gay or other people being gay, he just thought that if he 'came out' then his siblings wouldn't like him anymore. they weren't very nice to him in the first place and coming out would just make it worse. it was complicated for wolf. anyone but himself wouldn't understand it, he had disappointed his family so many times already, he didn't want to disappoint them even more.

finch! wolf heard his name being called, he knew it was emery, there was nobody else but them in the room, so it had to be him. wolf turned around a bit so that he could see emery, he looked nice, like always. not that he was thinking about it... wolf was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. he looked like complete crap, he didn't want anybody to see him like that. he didn't like people to see him looking sickly and disgusting looking. h-hey e-e-mer-r-r-ryyy, his face brightened when he saw emery walking towards him, like a little kid. oh no, the full moon approaches? he nodded, y-yeah, it-t's-s-s-s t-tomor-row, s-she want-ts m-me t-to s-st-tay over-r-rnight-t-t. and there goes his stammer again. wolf was embarrassed by his stammer. he used to not talk all that much because of it, but since he's been talking a lot more, he's become comfortable with it.

tagged // emery
wordcount // idk
wearing // hurrr !
listening to // i don't even know. it's some show. idk.
notes //

[gee2]

in the night the stormy night he'll close his eyes
in the night the stormy night he'll fly
and dreams of para-para-paradise para-para-paradise

Emery's hands subconsciously tugged on the ends of his sleeves, pulling them down over most of his palm. He stared at Wolf for a moment or two more before he slowly stood up. His ankle hurt, and he winced, but then instinctively straightened his posture and shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to look as poised and graceful as possible as he hobbled over closer to Wolfgang, momentarily wondering if he was supposed to be walking on a healing ankle. Oh, well. It took a minute, but he made it next to Wolf, and sat down gently on the bed closest to Wolf's. His smirk returned and he shrugged. "Do you want to stay here overnight?" Emery didn't stutter. Emery never stuttered. Emery never did anything that could be mistaken as a weakness...at least, not in front of people. He covered any and all of his weaknesses. He would be strong, or he would appear strong. That was his goal, you could say. To appear strong, and calm and collected. In any situation, he wanted to appear the calm one, the one with a cool head on his shoulders.

Hence the Slytherin cardigan, covering his arms. Hence the belt around his waist that he had to keep tightening around his shrinking waist. Sometimes Emerson looked ill, the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. His protruding ribs that he did his best to cover with slightly baggy clothes. He was too pale, too small, too everything. But he held a smirk, he kept up his somewhat unpredictable persona. He would keep the world guessing, because....well, that was just his goal in life. And so he continued to smirk, looking Wolf up and down quickly. "Because if you don't, then you shouldn't. And in half an hour to an hour, I'll help you make your escape." He said, tossing his head back for a brief moment, to flick his hair out of his face as his smirk grew into some sort of a twisted grin. "I'll bet I can make you feel better."

notes;; hiya.
tags;; you thur
words;; i haven't the slightest idea.
wearing;; clothes
notes;; sorry it's so short...and so late. i blame JUST finishing finals. XD