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TrueConfessonsofaWerewolf Ch5After my meeting, I followed Dopsy down to the kitchens where I was served quite a delicious meal. Afterwards I was led to the Gryffindor tower and my room. Dopsy informed me that Hermes my owl was in the owlery while the rest of my things rested at the foot of my bed.
My schedule was on my bed as McGonagall had stated. I settled if for the night and rested little the wolf was quite restless, being in a new environment.
The day of the moon passed quickly until it was time for me to meet Madam Pompfrey. Dopsy led me there from the common room, and I quickly committed to memory this path as I had done with memorizing the path to the kitchens.
Ah Mr. Lupin right on time, greeted Madame Pompfrey bustling over to me.
I want you to take this, it should help dull the pain of you transformation, she instructed wasting no time. Madame Pompfrey handed me a goblet full of a pale green potion and ushered me over to a bed.
I sat on
TrueConfessonsofaWerewolf Ch4After the experience at Olivaders things got exciting and nerve wracking. I was excited to go to school, but at the same time, I was nervous. Would I be able to make friends? What if someone figures out my secret? What house would I be sorted into? Would I do well academically? So many questions were running through my head.
Remus, called my dad as I was heading to my room to be sure my stuff was fully packed seeing as Id have to arrive at Hogwarts early.
Yes? I asked returning to my dad who was sitting in the living room.
With you going off to school in two days I want to be sure you know the excuses we worked on for you to give if asked about your disappearances.
I know, I sighed, If I am asked then I will claim that Im sick, say that I have an aunt whos died, or that Mum is sick.
Good, what else?
What I say is not a lie, but rather an
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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