Quietness after the Storm -open-
Oct 11, 2016 19:29:25 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 19:29:25 GMT
It had been the day after the full moon. Even if he didn’t got hurt badly thanks to the wolfsbane potion, he felt terrible. The feeling could be described as a hangover combined with bone and muscle ache. One didn’t get their bones cracked and muscles torn in new shaped and called it nothing. The pain was something he could never get used to.
Normally it wouldn’t be much of a big deal. Toby often just turned to bed the day after and would be able to start going to classes the next day. However he hadn’t been in the Gryffindor tower since the fight. He didn’t dare to even if he promised himself he’d try again after the full moon. Toby was scared for possible comments he could get. More and more people were figuring out what he was and being a werewolf didn’t make you a popular person with all recent happenings. Not that Tobias was ever considered a popular person.
He needed to calm his nerves or he wouldn’t be able to get any sleep at all which he desperately needed. The young werewolf had been in the Hospital wing for check ups and some pain killing potions. After the healer left to do something, Toby saw his chance to check the potions cabin. He found a bottle of calming draught. From lessons he knew the potion was given when someone suffered from a shock, trauma or an emotional outburst. Which was basically his daily life. Why he didn’t get a daily dose was beyond him, it’d help him so much. It could calm his nerves during classes and exams but also break the nerves he felt when he was talking to other people. Toby decided to open the bottle and take some big gulps. That’d help him calm down for a peaceful sleep. He tucked the bottle in his bag, just in case he’d find use for it another day. The French healer could make a new bottle.
And the potion did work. The amount he took caused it to work in pretty quickly. Combined with the lack of sleep (not only from last night but also the nights before) and the pain killing potion he was given earlier, he actually started to feel at ease. Only he didn’t make it to the Gryffindor dorms. He was walking the stairs when he reached the east wing. Everything went a little slower in his reality. He yawned noticing how tired he felt. Okay perhaps he should sit down for a moment.
Which was what the Gryffindor decided upon. He saw down at the nearest bench, not noticing another person being there (studying, simply reading a book, he did not know, was it even a student?). For a few second he just sat there staring at the ground as his vision started to get blurry. Being as relaxed as he was thanks to the potion, the tiredness of the last days finally took over. Blue eyes fell shut and the boy wobbled until he fell against the shoulder of the person sitting next to him. The impact was not hard enough to wake him. In fact the shoulder served pretty well for a pillow.
Normally it wouldn’t be much of a big deal. Toby often just turned to bed the day after and would be able to start going to classes the next day. However he hadn’t been in the Gryffindor tower since the fight. He didn’t dare to even if he promised himself he’d try again after the full moon. Toby was scared for possible comments he could get. More and more people were figuring out what he was and being a werewolf didn’t make you a popular person with all recent happenings. Not that Tobias was ever considered a popular person.
He needed to calm his nerves or he wouldn’t be able to get any sleep at all which he desperately needed. The young werewolf had been in the Hospital wing for check ups and some pain killing potions. After the healer left to do something, Toby saw his chance to check the potions cabin. He found a bottle of calming draught. From lessons he knew the potion was given when someone suffered from a shock, trauma or an emotional outburst. Which was basically his daily life. Why he didn’t get a daily dose was beyond him, it’d help him so much. It could calm his nerves during classes and exams but also break the nerves he felt when he was talking to other people. Toby decided to open the bottle and take some big gulps. That’d help him calm down for a peaceful sleep. He tucked the bottle in his bag, just in case he’d find use for it another day. The French healer could make a new bottle.
And the potion did work. The amount he took caused it to work in pretty quickly. Combined with the lack of sleep (not only from last night but also the nights before) and the pain killing potion he was given earlier, he actually started to feel at ease. Only he didn’t make it to the Gryffindor dorms. He was walking the stairs when he reached the east wing. Everything went a little slower in his reality. He yawned noticing how tired he felt. Okay perhaps he should sit down for a moment.
Which was what the Gryffindor decided upon. He saw down at the nearest bench, not noticing another person being there (studying, simply reading a book, he did not know, was it even a student?). For a few second he just sat there staring at the ground as his vision started to get blurry. Being as relaxed as he was thanks to the potion, the tiredness of the last days finally took over. Blue eyes fell shut and the boy wobbled until he fell against the shoulder of the person sitting next to him. The impact was not hard enough to wake him. In fact the shoulder served pretty well for a pillow.
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