Re: The Shrieking Shack

[Guest]

"DUDE. NOT. OKAY. WE ARE GOING TO THE PITCH TOMORROW, YOU HEAR ME? I'D SAY RIGHT NOW BUT I'M SO DRUNK I'D PROBABLY JUST FALL OFF A BROOM AND DIE. DIE! AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU DO NOT COME WITH ME TO THE PITCH SOMEDAY SOON BECAUSE YOU ARE VIKTOR. FUCKING. KRUM."

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor sat there in silence for a moment. "Fine. I'll fly...but I don't know how it'll go considering I've barely touched my broom since I last flew vith Regulus." Viktor does not notice anything dirty about this sentence even though Alex does. hehe.

[Guest]

Sirius frowns at the look on Viktor's face and pulls him into a tight hug. "Don't worry man. It'll be alright. Besides, you'll have the HOT brother with you, right?"

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor smiles and hugs Sirius back in a straight, manly way. "You're right. I'm sure it von't be that bad. I am Viktor Fucking Krum after all. If I don't fly, who's going to do the wronski feint? Because everyvon knows that only I can pull that move off perfectly."

[Guest]

Sirius laughed. "Damn right, Viktor. Damn right." Sirius yawned and promptly fell over onto the ground. "I think I may be too drunk to move anymore. Goodnight, Viktor. Bedtime for Sirius the Sex God." He lets out a loud snore a minute later.

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Goodnight Sirius," he said before going to sleep... completely sober as usual.

[Guest]

KAY IT'S MORNING.

Sirius pokes Viktor awake with the empty bottle of whiskey, and they both head up to the castle.
THIS SCENE IS FINALLY DONE, LIKE OH EHM GEE.

[Remus Lupin]

Remus slowly makes his way up the path and into the shack. He knows tonight is going to be terrible because he already can feel the tugging inside, the longing to go back and be with Hermione and Kiora. The feeling's even worse now because it's not just Hermione anymore, there's the baby as well. He makes note to be even more cautious tonight, reinforcing the lock so he won't be able to get out. If he did, he would most definitely try to make his way back to the school. There was no way he was going to risk that happening. Even more so now because of his daughter. It worried him, not knowing how tonight would effect her. Hopefully, if luck was on their side, nothing would happen at all...but he couldn't be too sure of that. Kiora did, after all, have traces of werewolf in her, only because he was her father. Still, he hoped nothing would happen. He knew Hermione would be effected and he was going to feel terrible about it, like he always did- silently blaming himself for putting her through this every month, so he really wished nothing would go wrong with the baby. Merlin, he'd hate this even more if Kiora had to suffer every month because of his condition. What would that mean when she got older? Would she end up hating him for it? Maybe, if this did effect her, she'd grow out of it. It would stop being a problem for her some day. That would be marvelous.

[Remus Lupin]

The night was moving on and he could feel the aching in his bones, the painful ache that came before the change. He sighed, resigning himself to the transformation, gasping at the excruciating pain that seemed more so than usual. His thoughts were only on Hermione and their child but it didn't help with the pain, it only seemed to make it worse, making the longing to race out of the shack stronger. Once it was only the wolf, he let out a mournful howl. Soft at first but steadily growing louder. It's thoughts no longer held any names, the wolf only knew 'mate' and 'cub'. He could smell them, sense their presence, but they were far away. This frustrated him and he growled as he threw himself against he door. Trying to break free.

[Remus Lupin]

The walls of the broken down building shook as he continued to toss himself at every part of the room, trying to find an opening to get out. A jagged piece of wood from the broken dresser got caught in his arm but, he was too busy with his task to take much notice. He snarled at the pain but quickly moved past it. His mind flowed with a steady mantra, Get out get out get out...

Another howl catches his attention. The wolf pauses and sniffs the air. There is another werewolf nearby but he cannot reach him. He howls loudly in response and paces beside the door, contemplating any other means of escape. This only lasts about 5 minutes before the longing to head to the castle, to his mate and child, takes over again, the frustration returning. The wolf's howls seem to grow louder and louder as the night wears on, getting more and more desperate. His body shook from the repeated hits against the walls and door.

It feels like days but it's only been hours, and finally the morning is approaching. Energy spent, the wolf slumps to the floor whining and whimpering. He's tired, aching, frustrated, and upset. He lets out one last, lonely howl as the sun starts to rise. The transformation back feels like it takes forever; forever being too long for some one who is feeling desperate.

[Molly Prewett]

[*cuddles*]

[Remus Lupin]

Remus curses loudly and looks down at his arm. Steeling himself for the pain, he quickly tugs the jagged piece of wood from his arm, breathing in sharply, and tosses it to the floor. Why did his werewolf self have to be so violent? There were some other cuts, minor compared to the cut on his arm, and he knew there would always be the many bruises that showed up later, but at the moment he didn't care. All that mattered, all that had mattered the entire night, was getting straight back to that castle and seeing Hermione and Kiora.

He stretched lightly, wincing at the pain in his muscles, then got dressed. He'd brought an extra shirt along just in case and, he used it now to wrap around his arm to stop the blood. He huffed in annoyance at how slow he had to walk after the transformation. He just wanted to run all the way back, but had to settle for a brisk limp. The longing to be with his family called to him, and drove him to push himself faster as he left the shack, heading back to the castle.

[Adelia Kara Whiteraven]

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

I KEPT TELLING HER TO GET OFF.


OF COURSE SHE DIDN'T SOOOO REMUS IMA WRITE IT. AND THEN WE CAN PRETEDN IT HAPPENED....YEAH. TOTALLY.. -FAILS-]

[Remus Lupin]

[YAY!! I look forward to reading it!! I had Moony notice you, but he couldn't get out. Next full moon we are going to have FUN!!! Lots of fun!!! AND PLAY TAG!]

[Tristan Raksha]

[otay! sorry if this is different transformation thatn yours....i'm having problems remembering what happens] TIME WARP THING:


Raksha had snuck behind Remus, the whole way at a respectful distance. Diving past the swining branches of DOOM he jumped into the hole and was assaulted by the smell of damp and rotting wood. Moving softly, the tingling fire that ran through his body and energised his steps became more nagging as if sensing the chance for release. The curse (or blessing, whichever you think of it as) that he'd lived with since he was a baby howled through his mind, shakign loose the loose debris of thoughts and discarded memories and ran straight to his limbs. He ran faster, vaguely hearing Remus lock himself in a room (?) and he burst from the tunnel and into the shack. The dust and the gauges int he wood invaded his mind, his last notions as a purelyf human being before the lyanthropy took hold.

He threw his head back, howling to the moon that he could feel outside the window. The beams struck down on him and hit his soul even past the physical shell of the house, and he suddenly needed to be free from the skin that held him from being who he was inside. Ripping at his clothes, his now clawed and crackign hands tore them away and threw them God knows where. Soon he was skyclad, standing in nothing, held back by nothing besides cream and coffe skin. He tore, with clws and jaws at the body that held him back, kept him human.

He fell foward on all fours, splinters digging into his palms and bare feet, blood dripping from the deep gashes in his sides and along his arms. throwing his head back, he gasped as his spinal cord rearranged and broke and renewed and then broke some more. His legs snapped and he pitched forward onto his elbows, faceplanting into the floor. His snout jutted violently from his face and into the floor painfully, rubbing and burning against the floor as his hind legs propelled him forward as they finally finished changing, the corded muscle and woflish shape making half standing awkward.

[Remus Lupin]

[oooh! Nice! *flails* I hardly go into too much detail while writing the transformation. But I did mention during one of them, something about the bones breaking and rearranging. or what not. Yours is very very good! I love it!]

[Tristan Raksha]

Dry heaving, he fell on his side and twitched and spasmed, saking as the fire that ran through him finished it's course. Painfully he keeled over onto his back and lay there, fully wolf, with his legs in the stale air. He could vaguely hear and feel what Remus was doing, but it didn't fully reach him. He wa gosting over the wofl brain, trying to keep it from jumping up and wrecking violence everywhere. He could smell fresh, warm blooded things scurrying and hear each breath they took and his insides screamed for blood. His instincts howled to the moon, howled for release to go out and feed on fresh blood and warm bodies.

The being called "Raksha" held it all down though, through sheer force of his puppiness and hopes he held his body still, calm, and on the floor until the sky lightened and he went through the painful and nauseating change back into human. He lay there, in a forgotten part of the Shack panting and wheezing and dry heaving all over the pplace, naked and with no idea where his clothes were. He passed out amidst the dust and splinters, unconciusness claiming him and leaving him bloody and mentally broken ont he floor.


[ah fail xD nut not bad for a first time i think ]

[Remus Lupin]

[eep! that's sad though!!! but very awesome for your first time! I love it!

NEXT TIME WE'RE PLAYING TAG! It'll be fun. *flails* ]

[Tristan Raksha]

[OMG YAY!! <3]

[Tristan Raksha]

[totally forgot about him]

Raksha woke up, mouth full of cotton and naked covered in scabs. He gingerly stood up and felt about for his clothes and his wand. Finding htem in serviceable order, he slipped them on slowly and then walked slowly and sore all the way back to the school.

[Nikki Orwell]

Nikki dragged Fred into the Shack. "Which way first, brave adventurer?"

[Fred Weasley - Inactive]

"Um, hold on," he said and patted his pocket just to make sure his wand was in place. "We're all good. This way!" he proclaimed, pointing to the left before setting off.

[Nikki Orwell]

Nikki pulled her wand out, and ran down a corridor.

[Fred Weasley - Inactive]

Fred pulled out his wand and muttered lumos before he continued down the corridor. "Ugh," he muttered. "Loads of cobwebs," he called over his shoulder as he pushed his way past them.

[Nikki Orwell]

Nikki raced, curving around corners until she popped out in front of Fred. "BOO!"

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