Thread: Taming the wolf, a Hogwarts romance. (The Deviant x Wolfman)

Simply watching her move was a delight. Her movements were fluid and graceful like a dancer's, and he sat smiling as he watched her approach and sit down close but not too close to him. She seemed a bit flustered and he really couldn't blame her. Suddenly seeing one of one's professors stark naked could confound anyone. How are you feeling? He found he enjoyed being the center of her attention. I feel fine... now, he said, knowing full well that it could be interpreted differently. He smiled at her, though he felt a ripple of unease rush through him as the first sliver of the moon peeked over the hillside. The wards were easier to pass, and I don't feel the same kind of unease now as I did when I passed them this morning. I am still troubled by the moon though. And it's a bit worrying that you're so close to me the first time we test the potion. But I understand why. The potion is supposed to make the transformation less painful and help you keep your conscious mind in wolf form, so if you don't feel any different when it starts, let me know. I had to rush the brewing a bit, it came out looking and smelling like it was supposed to so hopefully that means it'll be fine. Oh. Rushed brewing. In Filius' experience that was rarely a good thing. But he kept his mouth shut about that. He didn't want to hurt her feelings by pointing out potential flaws. She had been good enough to spend her free time in the dungeon, trying to help him. He didn't want to ruin the tenuous start of their... friendship like that. If it worked, it worked. If it didn't, at least she'd done more to try and help him than anyone else ever had. So he just smiled and said I hope it will work, then. When The Wolf takes over I'm trapped and unconscious in my own mind. I have random snippets of memory at best after running as a wolf. It's never conscious thought, only sensations like the wind against my ears and such. I hope you don't mind me using you as a guinea pig, but if we can find something that works, I'd really like to accompany you out here every now and then. The moon really is beautiful, and it's nice being able to speak freely with you without something giving you an excuse to run off on me. It was something he'd both hoped and feared to hear. It seemed he wasn't the only one feeling some sort of attraction, but- the wolf wanted out ... He shook his head as if to clear it. Now what was he going to say? Her scent, always lingering in his nostrils when she was near grew in intensity. With an effort, he answered her I- I'm pleased to be able to help you, Aurelia. And it would be de-delightful if... if you could come with me, that is- I... if you could come here with me... The wolf wanted OUT! Aurrrelia! I-I think it's beginning. I- He looked down and realised that the fur had started sprouting. That was usually accompanied by a burning sensation, but now it almost tickled. He chuckled with relief. The potion seemed to be working! I neverrrrr trrrried to rrrrun away from you, but you tempt... you tempt.... you... And then the convulsions wracked his body. The Wolf would not be denied. That last 'you' turned into a scream of pain as his snout grew and his fangs and claws sprouted. He'd tried fighting The Wolf, and it got back at him by making him change faster and more painfully. And then he realised that her potion didn't work. The Wolf is winning! he thought as he lay on the ground, shivering. With a last effort, The Man took control of the body. He clambered up on all four as his body still shifted, cracked and popped. He looked at her. She stood a small distance away from him, as clear as day. Why isn't she running? he thought. His last act in control of his body was to scream to her to get away, to get safe RUN!!! And then he was confined in his own mind, aware of every little thing The Wolf thought and planned but unable to interfere or stop it. With blazing eyes and slavering fangs he stalked towards the girl with the intoxicating smell. The Wolf wanted to feast on her, and the power of the wards had been diminished. In the recesses of his mind, Filius despaired.