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Gwynthr Hughes

MAYA POST for @Prince A. Charming

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Her sleek, dark form streaked past her pack-mate and behind the human child. With a leap and a hoarse bark, she had him by the back of his shirt with her teeth. She yanked and backed up, ravenous, and he came toppling down to the floor. Her nails clicked against the stone and she dragged him, determined to separate him from help.

 

The golden wolf rumbled low in his throat and stalked closer, patient.

 

This one… This one was going to be a feast.

 

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Hello sweet Prince, and welcome to the madness. 
Maya has you by the scruff of your neck and Gwyn is right in front of you. Where is your Fairy Godmother now?
 

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Continued from here.

 

He had been so focused on the wolf in front of him that he hadn't thought to check their surroundings. He didn't know if @Samuel Curtis had listened and made a run for it but he couldn't check now because his neck was in a wolf's mouth. He had never thought his life would come to this and he was sure his parents didn't either. Thinking of them made him sad but he wondered if he would see his mother again in death. She had died a few years ago and he did miss her nearly. Maybe his only way out of the wizarding world was to die right here, right now. Should he welcome it?

 

A whimper escaped him and he made a choice. He was going to try and survive anyway. He would miss all of his friends - both magical and muggle - if he were to die right now. He still had the pencil in his hand and he raised it, striking down in the fur of the wolf's neck as hard as he could. He didn't know if he had managed to do anything but at least he'd done something. He wasn't going to give up and simply die. He had thought about it, yes, but he knew that living was the better option.

 

The other wolf was still staring at him. He couldn't handle one of them, never mind two. He closed his eyes for a moment and thought of his family, of his friends, of his football teammates. He'd had a good life until he had started at Hogwarts. And his life at school had been okay thanks to Sam and @Harmony Granger-Weasley. It could have been worse. Well, he supposed the worse had come now. He was in the mouth of a wolf and another was staring him down. Maybe this was the end whether he wanted it to be or not.

 

Atticus has attempted to stab Maya with the pencil. He wishes lead poisoning on you ALL.

Edited by Prince A. Charming

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Gwynthr Hughes

The pencil was a nasty little surprise - this child had fight in him still.

 

Good, she thought. The more satisfying his end will be.

 

The sharp end of the pencil pinched painfully in the scruff of her neck and she growled with irritation, spitting out his sodden robes to get a better grip on his shoulder. Crushed bones did not make for great aim - or much of anything, really. Her teeth grazed one delicious apple of cheek, breaking the skin, but she didn't pause to appreciate it in her haste to get at his shoulder. She bit and felt his fangs sink in at last. At long last oh this was good oh yes worth all the injury she had taken every cursed little spell... Her eyes closed in satisfaction and she woofed quietly around her catch - perhaps it was a good thing that she'd not had her fill for so long, because now this child's blood tasted sweet than anything she'd remembered.

 

She had no memory of her humanity, of her life at the Reserve, but she knew this was a nostalgic flavour. The child's screams were music to her ears. Shrill, a little too loud, perhaps, but nonetheless it was the sound of victory.

 

Opening her golden eyes, she fixed her packmate with a look. Your turn.

 

He was only too happy to comply and with a pounce to still his thrashing form, snapped at the boy's thigh with a snarl. He'd been patient, watching, letting his alpha take first pick, poised to spring. 

 

He'd been a good boy; he could eat now.

 

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@Prince A. Charming - congratulations, you have been bitten. Not so 'Charming' now, though, are you? No, Maya has taken that half. Gwyn has taken the 'Prince' half. What does that leave? Hmm... very little.

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The resulting growl from the wolf told him that he had gotten the pencil into the skin. "Good," he said out loud through clenched teeth. At least he had managed to do something to fight back. It wasn't much, true, but he hadn't given up and that was the point. It would probably make them hate him more and retaliate but at least he knew he had done something instead of giving up. And that's what mattered to him. He could use that knowledge to see him through. He could use it to remind himself that there was something left, still, to fight for. He could use it to keep himself alive.

 

Atticus let out a cry as his bones were crushed. Tears sprang to his eyes and he wished he could wipe them away. He didn't want them to see that he was crying from the pain. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to have resolve. But they were so much stronger and he was so weak already. There wasn't much left that he could do. He had pulled the pencil out of the wolf so that he could take another strike but his arm was so tired. He was so tired. He didn't think he had it in him.

 

And it didn't matter because the wolves were moving. His cheek was grazed but it didn't hurt compared to the other injuries he had already sustained. He didn't even think about how his face would be different now. Then it happened. The wolf bit into his shoulder and the worst pain he could imagine overtook him. He screamed and struggled a bit, trying to get away, but it was the last of his energy and it was unsuccessful. He could no longer move but his eyes were darting everywhere, trying to see if he would get help soon.

 

The Gryffindor saw the other wolf coming and realized he might not make it. This really could be the end for him. How would he survive two of them? He didn't think he could. He wasn't that big and he wasn't strong. The fight had been taken out of him. He still had the pencil in one hand but it was useless at this point. The other wolf pounced and soon, the boy's thigh was snapped. He was in so much pain already that he didn't make a sound. He simply lay still, wondering if feigning death was his best option now.

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Gwynthr Hughes

The boy was young, yet not so much that baby-fat remained around his cheeks. Lean, this one was, and coming into his adolescence, too. That didn't make him any less tasty, though - even when the fight had gone out of him.

 

He flexed his jaws around the thigh for a better grip, rumbling deep in his throat and flashing eyes threateningly as spells whipped into him. He wasn't letting go, not when he'd at last had his meal. He shifted, intending to drag the child to a less exposed area of the Hall, teeth pulling, but his alpha remained where she was glaring at anyone to interrupt her meal.

 

She growled warningly, draping one heavy paw possessively over the child's chest.

 

Mine.

 

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It seems the two wolves are having a bit of a tug-o'-war... if help doesn't arrive soon, there might be two you.

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Prince A. Charming

Faking his own death had done nothing. They still knew he was alive since they could probably feel the beating of his heart, the raging pulse in his veins. And even if he had been dead, they wouldn't have cared. They were going to eat him either way. If they were going to eat him, which he had the very real sense that they were thinking of doing just that, he would rather die now so he wasn't alive for it. He didn't want to know about it. He didn't want to feel it. He didn't want to see it. He didn't want to hear it. The thoughts of letting himself drift into death were back again.

 

Atticus thought of his mother. His dead mother. How she'd died of cancer a few years before. He thought of how it would be nice to see her again, if that was what happened in death. He didn't know what would happen but the thought of hearing her voice, of smelling her lavender perfume was enough to make him consider giving up completely. He could almost imagine her arms enveloping him in a hug, telling him that he was her Little Prince.

 

The wolves began a tug-o-war with his body and he cringed with each movement. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to keep himself from crying out again. He knew that would only push them on... but wouldn't it better to just end it all? He was suffering and he might already be on his way to death. What was the shame in bringing it closer? They were prolonging it right now, probably reveling in his pain. Should he allow them that? Or should he just let the will to live ebb away, escorting him closer to his mother.

 

His eyes fluttered closed and he wondered if he was giving up. He was so tired and the pain was unbearable. The tears in his eyes continued to form and roll down his cheek, mingling with the blood from the cuts he had sustained. The screams around him were fading and he felt like a weight was bearing down on his chest. Was this it? Was it the end? "Mama," he whispered, seeing her face in his mind's eye. "I missed you." And then the hand still holding the pencil moved, flying upwards and jabbing the wood into one of the wolves' hide again. "Sorry Mama, I'll see you later."

 

Atticus attempts pencil stab #2.

Edited by Prince A. Charming

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Alex Sanders

The first time that Alex had returned to Hogwarts after graduation, it had been through the front door. The Ministry had called in extra security for the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and he'd been happy to oblige. After all, it was a nice break from the torrent of paperwork that seemed to make up every moment in the Auror Department. It was the first time--technically--that he'd been out in the field.

 

Shane had been worried, but he hadn't. He was a newly minted auror, a good five years or more older than many of the other people in his class. He'd finished the academy even though he'd taken a break to start his family.

 

Nothing could or would stop him.

 

He was unprepared for the screams that hit his ears the moment he appeared in Headmistress McGonagall's office. They were carried up the tower and set his teeth on edge.

 

But for now, it was time to move. 

 

He kept his wand raised, as he moved through the corridors. It was surprising how few people--and wolves--he encountered at first. The screams had yet to die down, so he kept his guard up, despite encountering nothing.

 

Despite his training--his blood ran cold when he came upon the boy.

 

A boy that could have been no older than Henry, bloodied and being pulled between two wolves. His first thought was to disillusion himself, but that spell would be no use against an opponent that could smell him.

 

"Stupefy! Stupefy!" First order of business, get the wolves away from him.

 

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Stunning spells @ Gwyn & Maya 

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Gwynthr Hughes

She was ready for the pencil this time and snapped at it with teeth bared. The lead of it scraped along the roof of her maw and she yelped, pulling her head back and ducking. She was about to jump back in and bury her muzzle in the boy's neck once more, in payment for his insolence, but a spell found her first.

 

And found her pack-mate next.

 

These spells were stronger, less mild annoyance and more a bruising hit to her barely recovered muscle. The large golden wolf hit hard enough to tear him off with a yelp from the leg he'd been tenderizing. She stood on all fours, her dark fur bristling and her muzzle soaked, a nasty noise rolling from her throat. With a dark, she charged at the man, feinting a snap at his ankles and skidding behind him to put him between herself and her golden partner.

 

The bigger, lighter wolf now rose, too, shaking off the spell of his great frame, menacing to have been interrupted. He rumbled, stepping over his the child in a twisted version of guardianship. Sure, he was protecting him - as a meal. With an ominous woof, lunged at the spell-caster's middle, ignoring the wand altogether.

 

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A new player joins the fray, huh? This ought to be fun! Maya has skirted around @Alex Sanders and is now behind him, snarling like the little vicious thing she is. Gwyn has leapt to take a chunk out his muscles. Hope you didn't miss Abs Day.

 

@Prince A. Charming, you pencil has scarped the inside of Maya's mouth. She's not very happy... but you're alive. For now.

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The wolf tried to move away from the pencil but got inside her mouth, scratching across the top. He quickly pulled his arm away before it could chomp down on him. At the same time, half of his body hit the ground. The other half was still in the other wolf's mouth. He wondered if this would give him enough time and strength to get away. But then something happened. The second wolf let go of him too. His legs hit the ground and Atticus pulled himself into a tight ball, the pencil still in one of his hands.

 

The muggleborn got ready to get up when one wolf stood over him. He was stuck where he was but he could see the legs of someone who wasn't in Hogwarts attire. He moved his head so that he could see out from under the wolf. It was a man but that was all he knew. He didn't know anything about the magical world, still. He was very much still an outsider and didn't understand the government, the customs, the language. He was the odd one out and he had thought he always would be.

 

And maybe he still would be. He wanted to go back to the muggle world. He had wanted that before this all happened. Now, he was sure of it. He couldn't live in this world. It had nearly gotten him killed! And he might die still. He was bleeding everywhere, his shoulder was crushed, his leg was crushed, and his face was in ruins. There was the possibility that he would still be called home to his mother. He might get to see her soon, get to hug her and smell her perfume, get to hear her voice and her nasally laugh. Oh, he had missed her.

 

He blinked the tears away from his face and tried to roll out from under the wolf. He loved his mama and he missed her but he didn't think it was time to reunite. Not yet. No, he had to live. He had to make sure that @Samuel Curtis and @Harmony Granger-Weasley were okay. His roll was unsuccessful because of his shoulder and leg so he couldn't escape the wolves completely. Maybe the man would be able to handle them on his own. But Atticus still had the pencil...

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Samuel Curtis

Don’t look back, his friend had instructed. Samuel didn’t want to look forward or to his left …..or his right, he wished he was anywhere else but here. Didn’t they all? Somehow through it all, he had scurried forward in the Great Hall without much physical damage. Spells and things were flying through the Great Hall which was making any sort of escape impossible. Dodging something bright and scary made the Hufflepuff trip over some fallen books and collapsed to the ground. For a brief moment, he felt like they were never going to escape.

 

Part of him didn’t want to, not without Atticus at least. He had quickly realized the Gryffindor was not with him. Why didn’t they just stay huddled under the table?? The little section of the Great Hall they were at still seemed untouched however it was missing his best friend. The worst thoughts popped in his head as he scanned the room for him and it was even more terrible than he could even imagine. “No …. No …. Please stop…” He whispered. But then something stupid took over him. As a new person appeared to throw spells at the wolves, Sam found himself crawling closer and closer.

 

There were many things true about today. One being that Sam and Atticus were stupidly heroic for their friends. He crawled slowly, thinking he had a shot at maybe dragging his friend away when the wolves were getting attacked. “Atticus… bud…. we’re gonna get outta here, I promise.” He whispered.

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Alex Sanders

When he’d first enrolled in the academy, he remembered the lesson on unforgivable curses. In extreme circumstances, the instructor had said, the ministry permitted the use of the curses to protect innocent lives. 

 

He had put the thought of his mind completely. He’d never have to use an unforgivable curse, right? The odds seemed so slim that it wasn’t worth thinking about.

 

But now, cornered between two snarling werewolves, with two boys who looked so broken and scared looking up at him—waiting—he felt the weight of the spells for the first time. 

 

He wasn’t thinking now—he was just moving, determined to stop the wolf before it got him first. He thrust his wand forward and said the words for the killing curse, packing away the emotions that came with using it into the back of his mind.

 

And then, turning on his heel, casting a rapid succession of strength leech curses and stupefying spells.

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Killing Curse @Gwyn — Does what it says on the tin. Goodbye. ? 

 

Strength-Leech Curse & Stunning Spells @ Maya — You will get very sleepy if this hits making you slower and easier to catch. A stunning spell will also knock you right out. 

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Gwynthr Hughes

He was nearly upon the man, teeth bared and saliva foaming in the corners of his maw. The fur on his muzzle was bunched near his eyes, rippling in his rage. 

 

It happened in a split second, mere fractions of a moment before he could close his teeth on the man's belly and open him up.

 

There was no time left to register what the flash of green meant and the spell hit him square in his snarling mouth. Then--

 

Nothing. He fell without a noise save for the heavy, dull thump he made as he crashed to the floor, his snout caught in the still form of a vicious growl, lips pulled back even in death. 

 

It was she would felt it, the sudden connection fall asunder. Her ears jumped up and her eyes flashed to her fallen pack-mate, distracting her from the very real danger of the man and his wand. She abandoned her target, feeling the first spell graze her fur as she darted around the man's legs and over to the silent golden wolf. She sniffed at him and whined, looking from him to the man who was still pointing his wand at them. There was no blood on him, no... Nothing, there was nothing. No breath, no pulse, no life.

 

Again she looked at the man and growled quietly, in warning. Her dark tail went down, pressed between her haunches as she nudged her pack-mate and closed her eyes for a moment. 

 

Finally, she raised her sleep head, pointed her noise to the ceiling and let loose a long and mournful howl for her fallen partner. Again and again she howled, pouring into it every drip of humanity that she could find within her monstrous body. He's dead! She cried. He's dead he's dead he's gone-- the body beneath her began to shift, startling her, cutting off her plaintive dirge.

 

The golden fur was receding, the muscles rolling back and bones snapping to revert back to their long human shapes. It was grotesque, how smooth the process was. Claws shortened and flattened to seashell-pink fingernails; his frightening jaw with its bared fangs pulled back into a more human visage, frozen in a grimace in death, his prickly cheek stained dark with the blood of the child in whom he'd had his teeth in. Blue eyes stared unseeingly through a tangle of blond hair.

 

Gwynthr Hughes looked ragged in his clothing, but not diminished in size. His skin still held the flush of blood and fight. The transformation, however, shattered any hope of him being alive. 

 

The dark wolf jumped off him and stared, stunned. Something very deep inside her, just on the edge of consciousness wailed - Gwyn! That's Gwynthr, and he's dead! She made a noise, her mouth opening and forming as human a sound as she could: "No." She tossed her head in disbelief. Then she barked. No! No no no no! Get up! Up!

 

He was never her mate, but her friend and partner for years.

 

She barked at his still body, and then she barked at the man and his little stick of death.

 

And then she turned tail and bounded away, back through the broken window and the dark night.

 

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Congratulations, children! You live! @Alex Sanders - I hope you can live with yourself now that you've ding-dong-deaded a puppo.

Maya, however, is on the loose and long gone - don't bother trying to catch her.

Gwyn OUT. 

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Prince A. Charming

Maybe Atticus wouldn’t need the pencil again. His eyes were fluttering closed when he heard a familiar voice. “Sam?” he asked, forcing his eyes back open to look up into the face of his best friend. “I said to run.” He had known what he was doing when he’d told the Hufflepuff to run and he’d jumped closer to the wolf. He had known that he was going to get attacked but he had done it thinking that Sam would be able to get away. The boy didn’t look hurt but that didn’t mean he didn’t have some sort of injury that the muggleborn couldn’t see. “They’re still here,” he whispered, hoping his friend would back off again, leave him, and save himself.

 

But then the man he’d see started firing more spells. The Gryffindor slid his eyes to the side and saw the flash of green light. He had thought the man would get hurt since the wolf was clearly ready to injure him and was mad but then… the wolf fell, hitting the floor of the Great Hall with a loud thud. His eyes widened and he kept looking at the wolf, wondering when it would get back up and continue the fight. But it didn’t. The other wolf ran over, dropping down to nudge the fallen one. Then it howled and barked and, somehow, the grief it was feeling was easy to decipher.

 

In an instant, the fallen wolf began to change. Atticus didn’t know what to think until the body resembled a human. “What?” he said, awestruck and confused. “What is that thing?” he asked, unsure of what to call it. Then the second wolf was thundering off. Sam was still there but at least they were safer now. He couldn’t think that they were fully safe because the sounds around them betrayed that they were not. Their adult protector and savior, however, was still lingering nearby. “Thank you,” he said, looking towards the man. He had to thank him for saving his life. He might still die from his injuries but at least he wouldn’t die in the mouths of two wolves.

 

There was hope now but he didn’t know how to feel about it. His body was still in immense pain, bleeding, his bones sticking out of his skin. It was grim for him and he could tell. He wondered if Sam could tell, too. He didn’t want his best friend to realize just how close to death he was. “Sam,” he said, pausing for a rattling breath. “Will you play football with me later?” It was an odd thing to say but he wanted the other boy to think that everything would be okay. That they would get to play football once more. “And take this,” he added, raising his arm with the pencil in his hand as high as he could. “Keep it safe.” Then, his eyes fluttered close again and did not reopen, though his rattled breathing continued.

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Samuel Curtis

A part of him knew he should have tried to make himself long gone. However, he was determined to make sure that his best friend would not be alone and would safely leave the Great Hall. Sammy gently took hold of his hand and tears welled in his eyes at the condition Atticus was in. “I came back for you. We’re gonna get out.” He whispered again, tensing up as one of the wolves began to charge at their hero.

 

Sam was looking for the right moment to get a move on their escape but found himself frozen again. His eyes widened at the flash of green light, brain registering moments later what that meant. He jumped back a little as one of the wolves dropped hard into the ground. As the other wolf assessed the situation, this should have been the moment for him to begin dragging Atticus away. However, he was stuck at the sight, the howl and shock of it all. Samuel watched in mild horror as the deceased wolf began to transform into something more human like. And when the other wolf ran off, he leaned over his friend in stupid hopes to protect him more. “He’s… it’s… a person.” He finished dumbly towards his friend’s question, realizing the other wolf was now out of sight. Thank goodness.

 

“Of course. We’ll have all the football games you want and I’ll never complain about Quidditch being better.” Sam assured. It was going to be okay. They were going to be fine. He looked down at what he was trying to hand him. A pencil. “Y-you… did the pencil thing….” Sam tried to tell him this was all a bad idea but he didn’t try hard enough. If he had been firmer, maybe they would have been safe huddled under a table or something. “Atticus…Atticus, I need you to stay awake.” He gentle shook his friend’s hand. It was then he remembered that there was so much still going around them and maybe someone could help.

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Alex Sanders

One minute, the wolf was diving straight for him, teeth barred, claws raised. And then, one flash of green light later, and the wolf had collapsed on the floor. 

 

The other wolf was quick to dart around him, and Alex put himself between the wolf and the two boys, keeping his wand raised at all times. His heart was pounding in his chest as the wolf sniffed the other wolf. He raised his arms when the wolf growled, keeping himself firmly positioned between it and the two boys. 

 

The howl sent chills up his spine.

 

The wolf began to shift--changing from a blonde wolf to a man, lying there with the same expression as the wolf that had dropped to the floor. Alex couldn't breathe. He knew the other wolf was escaping, but there wasn't much that he could do about it when the boy that they'd been playing tug-of-war with looked like he needed serious medical attention. 

 

What is that thing?

 

"A werewolf," Alex said tersely. It felt like somebody else had said the words, "The other wolf was too. They're human, but when they shift, they can be little more than a monster that only wants to hunt." Who knew if the man that was lying before them now had had wolfsbane or not. If he hadn't, then his mind had been completely gone. If he had, then there was only one possible conclusion--the attack was as intentional as the ones that the Death Eaters had waged when he was in school.

 

"Hold onto him," Alex said to the Hufflepuff boy. The Gryffindor boy was fading fast. "Actually, you're going to want to hold still too. It's going to be just a moment."

 

And with a wave of his wand, they were off.

 

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You have been banished to this safe zone where you'll be away from the big bad wolves and be able to wait for medical attention. Alex is now off to help more students.

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