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

Filius walked out of the hall and gathered some literature about photography in his chamber before heading to his classroom. His first class of the day was waiting for him third year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin. They were seated and chattering as he entered the room. The chatter stopped immediately when they realised he was there with them. His eyes fell on the blackboard where someone had written BE GOOD! OR THE PROFESSOR WILL EAT YOU! Filius sighed. He could treat this as a harmless jape, or he could make an example of the culprit. Allright everyone, he announced, I want you all to put your hands on your desks NOW and keep them there until I say otherwise. He then strode up to the blackboard and sniffed the piece of chalk lying there. He then walked along the rows of desks, sniffing the air. The smell of chalk and sweat emanated from one of the Gryffindors, and Filius all but pounced. Jeremy Oddsbody, is it? Let me see your hands! Trembling, the portly and nervously sweating Gryffindor raised his hands up. Filius seized them and inhaled deeply. Yes. Chalk and the same sweat he'd smelled on the chalk. Filius hunched down beside the increasingly nervous Oddsbody and talk in a deceptively calm manner. Think that was funny, did you? Hm? Making little jokes on my behalf? He rose up and strode towards the blackboard as he loudly announced Five points from Gryffindor thanks to young master Oddsbody and his rapier wit! Try something like that again and it will mean detention. Rest assured that I am on good terms with the groundskeeper, and that nighttime work in the Forbidden Forest is a regular pubishment around here. He turned around and gave his coldest stare as he paused for effect Full moon or not. His lips curled into a savage grin. Jeremy Oddsbody shrank down in his chair and the rest of the class went smoothly. Filius couldn't help but laugh a little as the third-year students filed out, though he couldn't help but feel a little bad for scaring impressionable youngsters like he'd just done. But he'd suffered little jokes because of the curse for a long time, and he was sick and tired of it. If, by some swift and brutal justice could nip that behaviour in the bud, he had no qualms about scaring the youngsters straight. His second class was 7th year students, an altogether more mature lot. Nevertheless he had to suffer some jokes in poor taste, and he ended up subtracting five points each from Ravenclaw and Slytherin. So far, the day as a whole could have been better. He looked over his itinerary. 6th years, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. He knew what house Aurelia was in, and he knew she took muggle studies. She was old enough to be- but of course, he could just check the list of student's names. He browsed the Slytherin's names, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the name Aurelia Archambault. Oh dear. This might be his hardest class today. The thought hadn't even left his mind as he became aware of her scent, growing stronger by the second. Soft footfalls and a gentle click told him she'd entered the classroom and closed the door, and she chose a seat up front. He gave a tentative smile back at her. He was happy he was standing behind his desk. His member sprang to life as he smelled and beheld her. She was a vision of unselfconscious youthful grace and beauty, and he wanted more than anything to lock the door and be alone with her. But that wasn't really an option now, was it? There was a new smell about her. She had been... cooking? I- I didn't know Hogwarts taught cooking now, he said, more to break the silence than anything else. A-and how has your day been so far, Miss Archambauld? He was blushing now as he was trying to keep calm and collected with her so close to him and the both of them together in an otherwise abandoned room.