Their howls are sending chills down my spine…
and time is running out now….
…they’re running down the hills from behind.
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Fayolen swayed in his seat as the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station. He didn’t have to look in a mirror to know that his face was a sickly green color and his forehead was beaded with sweat. As the train jerked to a halt his stomach gave an unpleasant lurch.
Damn trains, he thought as he rose to his feet even though he knew the train wasn’t to blame. He was glad to be in a compartment on his own, had anyone been with him they would have cleared out from fear of getting thrown up on. Fayolen wished it was like that, it seemed the nausea was never-ending but uprising bile was never it’s companion. Sometimes Fayolen wished it would be though, it might make him feel better.
That’s not true, he thought miserably. Nothing could make him feel better.
Slowly Fayolen stood up, but regretted it almost instantly. His head swam sickeningly causing him to close his eyes and groan loudly. He raised his arms above his head and grabbed the rack above the seats. Even with his eyes closed he felt the room spinning and was sure that he was about to fall over until suddenly his mind cleared. Taking deep even breaths, Fayolen slowly opened his eyes just to make sure that his surroundings stayed stationary. Finally able to stand without getting queasy, Fayolen grabbed his bags and made his way off the train. The cool air swirled around him waking him from his weakened stupor. He heaved a heavy sigh and breathed in the sweet smell of the snowcapped mountains.
It’s good to be home, he thought with a smile.
Though he loved Hogsmeade, he wished he could be there under different circumstances. This had become his safe haven when times got rough, in other words right now. While at Hogwarts, when the full moon would roll around, he found himself wandering through the forbidden forest just to get to some secluded place far away from innocent passersby. Sometimes that meant the Shrieking Shack and others it ended up being a cave in the mountains overlooking Hogwarts and or Hogsmeade. Now that he was back he felt like a little kid again, getting off the train for the first time. The streets were bustling with shoppers as usual which reminded him that he needed to get some supplies for the week to come.
Before he made his way towards the shops, Fayolen headed towards the Three Broomsticks to rent a room, though he would call some other place his home for a few days, he didn’t want to spend all his time in the cold. With his things locked away in his room, he looked around before leaving and heading into the wizarding town. As he walked down the streets he saw a few semi-familiure faces glance his way. He was sure they wondered about him and the way they looked at him made him realize the recognized him as well. Fayolen was sure that they noticed he always looked ill when they passed him, but he hoped they would just chalk it up to him being ill all the time. Talking to people tended to make them ask questions so Fayolen tried to avoid long conversations with anyone. After stiff nods to those who glanced his way, Fayolen quickly turned his head away and continued on his way.
It didn’t take him long to get what little supplies he would need while he stayed in Hogsmeade and the day was still quite young. Just being back in the cold made him feel a little better so he decided he wasn’t quite ready to lock himself in his room for the night but he didn’t feel like carrying his supplies all day so he stowed them in his room before heading back into the day. His pace was slow and leisurely as he took in his surroundings, glad to be back where he felt alive. The air whipped around him, pulling at the loose parts of his clothing, mostly his leather coat. With a slight shiver, he zipped his coat up though he wasn’t in fact cold; the light breeze bit into his skin making every part of him ache.
Great, now I’m running a fever, he thought bitterly. With a sigh he pressed on, not ready to admit defeat even though his condition was getting worse.
Though he never went anywhere without it, Fayolen was suddenly glad that he brought his potion with him. Apparently this time he was going to need it for use. Sometimes he felt like he could go without it, but others he knew before the transformation even started that he would be lost without it; this just happened to be one of those times. Feeling frustrated Fayolen kicked a rock at his feet. Not paying attention to where he kicked the rock, he sent it flying into the street and caused it to jumped the opposite curb before scattering a group of shoppers. Fayolen blushed and raised his hand,
”Sorry,” he wasn’t quite sure what they yelled back, but he could tell it wasn’t very friendly.
“Have a nice day.” One of the older shoppers, a woman maybe in her eighties, raised her fist in a very rude gesture. Fayolen wasn’t surprised, but it still bothered him more than it should have.
“Oh shove it up your arse!” Every member of the group yelled at him then which he countered with the same rude gesture before truning his back and walking away.
He could still hear them yelling even as he continued to walk away,
Crazy old coots. From within his chest came a vicious growl.
Maybe I should just go back to my room, he thought, but made no move to do so.
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Tag! Open
Wearing! School robes
Words! 965
Credit! CC
Lyrics! The Howling- Within Temptation
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