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WHO? Maisie, Moony, Fluffy, Padfoot & Prongs
WHAT? Full moon.
WHEN?
grownhp6words
WHY? They're werewolves.
Author's Note: This is for mun knowledge only except for Marauders and pups.
Never.
That's how often Maisie looked forward to the full moon.
Not once since she was six years old did she look forward to transformation.
Tonight is the single exception.
It has been building for weeks. The slow steady creeping of her wolf to the surface. A sniff here. A nip there. A snarl. It was getting to be impossible to tell where the girl ended and the wolf began.
All Maisie knows is that her family is under siege from the outside. Her family. Her pack. Yes, they were hers just like she was theirs. She could feel the tensions in Scorpius and her Dad growing. They were both so skilled with wearing masks that if her human side was fully in control she might not have noticed. Maisie didn't know - but the wolf knew. She felt her Dad's snarl. She smelled the death that clung to Scorpius when he'd been sitting with his grandfather. And she could taste the fear in the air around the castle. The Durmstrang students feared her and Maisie enjoyed it. The scent, the taste of it on her tongue. It was all she could do not to send her patronus over to the Durmstrang ship and have it howl for them.
But she doesn't have to wait any longer. As soon as the sun starts to descend Maisie is out of the castle faster than she's moved in days. She wants away and now. It's like all the ache and pain in her hip simply disappears.
Her last thought before the bones in her hips, back shoulders, legs start to break and reform themselves into a whole new shape is 'FINALLY'.
Once she's pieced back together again and the wolf is standing strong Maisie tosses her head towards the others as if saying 'Come on! Let's play!' She wants to run and keep running until dawn.
They fall into old patterns, chasing and playing with her and Scorpius holding back just enough so they can all stay together.
There's a snapping of a twig and they all change direction without even slowing down. But unlike Scorpius who keeps following Moony, Maisie lets out a short howl of 'good luck and happy hunting' and turns back. She's not ready to stop running yet.
Once she's by herself she shifts into full speed and everything in the world slows down in comparison. The freedom is like a drug pumping through her spurring her on faster and faster until she's miles away from where she started. When she finally slows, her head cocks to one side.
The place is familiar to her. The scent is...
Ohhhh...
She knows where she is Or at least close to. Her birthplace.
She leaps up a pile of stones that might have once been a wall and looks out. She can see the park from where she sits. The park and a house not far in the distance. Certainly not far for her.
Her head tilts to the moon and her voice lifts proud, loud and stronger than ever. The howl she lets out is anything but plaintive. It's a calling. It's a dare. It's a threat. 'This is mine.' and 'Go ahead! Run! Hide!' and most of all 'I'll find you!'.
Then she smells it.
Someone is in her territory. Someone is trespassing.
Someone's about to learn a very unfortunate lesson.
She's off and running.
WHAT? Full moon.
WHEN?
grownhp6words
WHY? They're werewolves.
Author's Note: This is for mun knowledge only except for Marauders and pups.
Never.
That's how often Maisie looked forward to the full moon.
Not once since she was six years old did she look forward to transformation.
Tonight is the single exception.
It has been building for weeks. The slow steady creeping of her wolf to the surface. A sniff here. A nip there. A snarl. It was getting to be impossible to tell where the girl ended and the wolf began.
All Maisie knows is that her family is under siege from the outside. Her family. Her pack. Yes, they were hers just like she was theirs. She could feel the tensions in Scorpius and her Dad growing. They were both so skilled with wearing masks that if her human side was fully in control she might not have noticed. Maisie didn't know - but the wolf knew. She felt her Dad's snarl. She smelled the death that clung to Scorpius when he'd been sitting with his grandfather. And she could taste the fear in the air around the castle. The Durmstrang students feared her and Maisie enjoyed it. The scent, the taste of it on her tongue. It was all she could do not to send her patronus over to the Durmstrang ship and have it howl for them.
But she doesn't have to wait any longer. As soon as the sun starts to descend Maisie is out of the castle faster than she's moved in days. She wants away and now. It's like all the ache and pain in her hip simply disappears.
Her last thought before the bones in her hips, back shoulders, legs start to break and reform themselves into a whole new shape is 'FINALLY'.
Once she's pieced back together again and the wolf is standing strong Maisie tosses her head towards the others as if saying 'Come on! Let's play!' She wants to run and keep running until dawn.
They fall into old patterns, chasing and playing with her and Scorpius holding back just enough so they can all stay together.
There's a snapping of a twig and they all change direction without even slowing down. But unlike Scorpius who keeps following Moony, Maisie lets out a short howl of 'good luck and happy hunting' and turns back. She's not ready to stop running yet.
Once she's by herself she shifts into full speed and everything in the world slows down in comparison. The freedom is like a drug pumping through her spurring her on faster and faster until she's miles away from where she started. When she finally slows, her head cocks to one side.
The place is familiar to her. The scent is...
Ohhhh...
She knows where she is Or at least close to. Her birthplace.
She leaps up a pile of stones that might have once been a wall and looks out. She can see the park from where she sits. The park and a house not far in the distance. Certainly not far for her.
Her head tilts to the moon and her voice lifts proud, loud and stronger than ever. The howl she lets out is anything but plaintive. It's a calling. It's a dare. It's a threat. 'This is mine.' and 'Go ahead! Run! Hide!' and most of all 'I'll find you!'.
Then she smells it.
Someone is in her territory. Someone is trespassing.
Someone's about to learn a very unfortunate lesson.
She's off and running.