He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.
Date: Friday, March 28, 2002
Time: After moonrise
Location: Spinner's End
Characters Involved: Draco Malfoy & June Connors
Rating: PG
Every Full was different.
For example, this was the first time the pack had played hosts to a new not-quite-but-still-partially-infected werewolf.
No one expected Draco to transform, but aside from that, no one seemed to know what to expect. Bill had admitted to certain symptoms around the Full, but would Draco experience the same, or would it be entirely different for him? She'd asked Glamis to sit with Zak, so she could be available in case Draco wanted to talk or wanted company or anything. He was doing better, but still couldn't move about, and she knew he was bored out of his skull stuck in bed - something she could certainly sympathize with.
But he'd been snippy and irritable, and she was snippy and irritable, and finally she'd decided her presence wasn't helping anything and retreated to the garden. That had been perhaps two hours before moonrise. When the time had come, she'd transformed in the cellar with the others as usual, but when they'd recovered and come up to the sitting room, she continued on up the stairs.
Impossibly silent for a creature so large, she followed the familiar-yet-altered scent down the corridor, red-gold fur gleaming dully with reflected light. Blindness scarcely hampered her in this form; her other senses led her unerringly onward. Outside Draco's door, though, she hesitated. A werewolf had hurt him. No, not in wolf form, but still. Now that she was calmer, now that her thoughts were simplified, she wanted to be with him again, but what if he was frightened of her?
Then she would leave, she decided. Simple. Everything was simple now.
Nudging the door open with her head, she ghosted forward, pausing in the doorway. Deliberately she scraped her claws on the threshold, wanting to alert him in case he hadn't heard her coming. Her nose could tell her he was in there, but not whether he was looking at her - still, she sensed no reaction to indicate he'd seen her yet.
Time: After moonrise
Location: Spinner's End
Characters Involved: Draco Malfoy & June Connors
Rating: PG
Every Full was different.
For example, this was the first time the pack had played hosts to a new not-quite-but-still-partially-infected werewolf.
No one expected Draco to transform, but aside from that, no one seemed to know what to expect. Bill had admitted to certain symptoms around the Full, but would Draco experience the same, or would it be entirely different for him? She'd asked Glamis to sit with Zak, so she could be available in case Draco wanted to talk or wanted company or anything. He was doing better, but still couldn't move about, and she knew he was bored out of his skull stuck in bed - something she could certainly sympathize with.
But he'd been snippy and irritable, and she was snippy and irritable, and finally she'd decided her presence wasn't helping anything and retreated to the garden. That had been perhaps two hours before moonrise. When the time had come, she'd transformed in the cellar with the others as usual, but when they'd recovered and come up to the sitting room, she continued on up the stairs.
Impossibly silent for a creature so large, she followed the familiar-yet-altered scent down the corridor, red-gold fur gleaming dully with reflected light. Blindness scarcely hampered her in this form; her other senses led her unerringly onward. Outside Draco's door, though, she hesitated. A werewolf had hurt him. No, not in wolf form, but still. Now that she was calmer, now that her thoughts were simplified, she wanted to be with him again, but what if he was frightened of her?
Then she would leave, she decided. Simple. Everything was simple now.
Nudging the door open with her head, she ghosted forward, pausing in the doorway. Deliberately she scraped her claws on the threshold, wanting to alert him in case he hadn't heard her coming. Her nose could tell her he was in there, but not whether he was looking at her - still, she sensed no reaction to indicate he'd seen her yet.