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Rupert Storm, Professor of History of Magic and Head of Ravenclaw House. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Do feel free to grab a book and a seat. Photobucket
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I am the Shadow on the Moon at Night

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Ahsan gaped at the large beast; he hoped to Merlin that the wolfsbane had worked. The wild look int he creature’s eyes told him otherwise and he slowly backed away from the snarling beast.

“P-professor Storm, I know you’re somewhere…in there.” Ahsan stuttered as he inched backwards.

The wolf bared it’s teeth and Ahsan momentarily saw his life pass before his eyes. He was going to die. If he ran the wolf would only catch him seconds later and possibly make his death even more painful for trying to get away. To make matters worse Professor Storm would probably get fired or worse…Ahsan shuttered even thinking about it. He wouldn’t wish Azkaban on his teacher; and this wouldn’t even be the other man’s fault. It was his for following him into the Forbidden Forest.

Too bad he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone else that.

Ahsan took a deep breath and decided to try something. If he was going to die at least he could go down with a fight. He looked the wolf square in the eyes and narrowed his own eyes. When the wolf growled, Ahsan jumped and thought that maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He took a breath and his lip trembled slightly, but he never looked away from the wild eyes that were once his teacher’s kind ones. He continued to stare into the wolf’s eyes, hoping he was getting somewhere. He read somewhere that eye contact was all it took for wolves to communicate, and maybe he could somehow get this wolf to see that he was prey.

It was worth a try.

Grey Fell advanced slowly. It took everything he had not to pounce immediately and tear the youngling’s throat out—he could hear the hammer of the little one’s heart and salivated at the thought of his sweet, fresh blood. The moon hanging low in the sky shone down upon them, the beams cutting into his being and driving him to hunt, to kill. And the higher the moon rose in the sky, the further his host was buried in his mind.

The boy stood his ground, calling for his professor, looking for the man in his eyes. Fool. There was no man here, not any longer. Something as simple as attempting to stare him down wouldn’t have any effect at all. Frankly, all it did was make it easier to pounce on him—although it was a bit disappointing, because Grey Fell preferred his prey gave him a good chase.

Which is when something caught his attention. He lifted his nose to the air and sniffed. The castle. They were all gathered in one place. Moon Son always remained in the forest, far away from the castle. In his transformed state, he refused to go anywhere near it. Why? For fear of accidentally harming others. 

Well, not tonight. Who knew when Grey Fell would have another chance to be free? He would take advantage of it. He would cause as much death and pain as he was able before the sun rose. The thought drove him wild with bloodlust until it was pounding in his ears and left him howling at the moon. Snarling viciously at Ahsan, he went barreling past the boy, cutting a straight path towards the castle.

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I am the Shadow on the Moon at Night

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Worry was no longer the word Ahsan was looking for when describing what he felt for his teacher. He followed Professor Storm out of the castle and towards the Forbidden Forest. He knew he was single handedly sabotaging his own house’s chance at the House Cup at the end of the year. He cursed his need to see if his teacher was okay and kept up his slow pace behind his professor.

He panted and stopped for a second. He hadn’t known Storm could run that fast. He could no longer see the man as he stood at the edge of the forest. He was on a thin line between breaking thousands of school rules and doing what he deemed as ‘the right thing’. Something seemed off about Professor Storm and if he could figure out what it was and somehow get McGonagall and Pomfrey to help him, maybe this wouldn’t happen again.

He knew his professor regularly took wolfsbane, and it was supposed to help him keep his mind during the transformation. It didn’t seem to be doing that tonight. Ahsan frowned as he glanced up at the full moon and jumped when he heard a pained howl. He slowly entered the dark forest and looked around, hoping to see that his teacher was fine and chasing his tail or something. He snorted at the thought and continued his cautious trek further into the forest. His eyes widened when he heard growls and hisses around him. He swallowed and prayed that nothing would attack him.

As he got a little further into the forest he came to a clearing where he saw a large wolf hunched over and panting. He gaped at the creature and looked at the surrounding area. Robes were strewn about. Ahsan knew this was his teacher.

He slowly approached the beast, “Professor?” He whispered.

The Wolf shook itself, reveling in the feeling of freedom. To the wolves of this forest, he was known as Grey Fell. And to them, his human host was known simply as Moon Son. It was the first time since Moon Son was a young human that Grey Fell had domain. He did not know who to thank for this sudden freedom, but he would be sure to enjoy it as his human host slumbered uneasily in the back of his mind.

His domain, all his. The Forbidden Forest would once again know the power of Grey Fell, if only for one moon. His ears pricked up when he heard the sound of twigs snapping, his nose twitching as he took in the scent: human. He turned round, spying one of Moon Son’s younglings hanging by the edge of the clearing.

His jaws salivated at the mere sight of the boy. The urge to bite and tear and break and destroy rose in his breast as he slowly padded towards his newfound prey. Hackles raised and ears flattened against his head, the massive Wolf bared his teeth menacingly at the youngling, a ferocious snarl rising from within him as his amber eyes glowed with a madness befitting so violent a beast. The human cub had made the mistake of following his professor, but unfortunately for him, Rupert Storm wasn’t home.

Advancing slowly on the young one, Grey Fell couldn’t drown out his bloodlust even long enough to decide which part he’d like to sink his fangs into first.

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ooc: Aw! I know how you feel. Trick or treating was cancelled here because of the storm. Boo. D:
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I am the Shadow on the Moon at Night

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Even with a full moon approaching, Professor Storm was never one to be this..out of sorts. Ahsan frowned and gave his teacher a quick once over. From what he knew, the man took wolfsbane which was supposed to help, but why did he look as if he was about to jump out of his skin?

“Sir, do you think Madame Pomfrey has something that can help you? You look rather ill…in fact I’ve never seen you this agitated.” Ahsan said as he turned around and placed his hand on the other man’s shoulder.

“Surely a calming draught could help…I haven’t really studied werewolves but…” His voice trailed off when he realized that he was rambling and also making his professor rather uncomfortable.

He put his hand down by his side and tried to come up with a quick way to help. It was the least he could do for Professor Storm…granted now wasn’t the time to try and play hero, but he looked as thought he could use something…hell, anything. He quickly glanced at his watch and guessed that the sun was nearly set and that his teacher should be out in the Forbidden Forest now. “I guess the most helpful advice I can give you now is to run…though you don’t really look like you’re up to it.” Ahsan muttered.

Rupert was surprised by the strangled noise he only just managed to smother when Ahsan placed a hand on his shoulder. It was horrid. He was a professor, and Head of Ravenclaw no less, he was supposed to be an example to his students. Yet there he was, recoiling at something as simple as a touch on the shoulder. He almost sighed with relief when that hand was removed, swallowing thickly and forcing himself back into composure. He was cross with himself for allowing his control to slip so drastically in front of a student. Turning back around he did his best to affix a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Thomas… for your concern. I assure you… I have the situation under control," he said evenly. He was short of breath, shaking slightly. The Forbidden Forest, he needed to be there. "Please. Continue on to your dormitory… or return to the festivities. Have a pleasant rest of the evening and… I will see you in class tomorrow. I ex-expect you to be ready for a test on… on chapter three."

Focusing was becoming a difficulty. He frowned, shaking his head to clear it. At Ahsan’s suggestion to run, he nodded mutely, his face pale. If he took off at a brisk walk he’d have enough time to make it into the depths of the forest.

"Good evening," Rupert said quietly, quickly continuing on his path.

He walked quickly at a near jog, the sound of his own heart hammering in his hears. His blood was pulsing with the impending moonrise and he became gradually more and more aware of the sights and sounds and smells around him. Stepping out of the castle and onto the lawn, he could see that the sun had fallen, which afforded him another five minutes before the moon reached its apex.

It was dark out, but it may as well have been day for how well he could see. He shivered again as he reached the forest’s edge, panting as he disappeared within it. He detected other dark creatures roaming about, but they parted and dispersed as he came. After decades of transforming there, he had marked it as his domain—the inhabitants of the forest knew him and respected his presence. Finding the familiar clearing, he stopped, quickly stripping his robes, divesting himself of tie and shirt and shoes. As he fumbled with his belt, pain struck him and doubled over, trapping a pained noise behind his tightly sealed lips. He dropped to his knees, gasping and pressing his forehead to the slightly damp earth. The pain intensified, reaching out to every last nerve ending in his body as the transformation began.

Even as pain swamped his senses, he became gradually aware that the beast in its cage was not very much in its cage any longer. As the transformation progressed—bones snapping and reshaping, skin and muscles and tendons stretching and shifting—he began to feel the sensation of falling into himself. He let out a strangled cry that dissolved into a pained howl. He was trapped. Something had gone wrong. Something, somewhere had gone terribly wrong and for the first time in over twenty years, it was the Wolf who would have control as Rupert lost himself.

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ooc: AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Hope your Halloween's fun guys! :3
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I am the Shadow on the Moon at Night

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rupert-storm:

Rupert paced quickly in his office, his eyes continually flickering to the window and the world outside. Not yet sundown, but close enough to it. He still had some time yet before he should begin his trek to the Forbidden Forest. He’d taken his Wolfsbane potion regularly as always, he’d be transforming and staying for the duration of his transformation in the Forbidden Forest as always, he’d taken all the necessary precautions as always… So why was he feeling so unusually restless?

It could be that it was Halloween, he supposed. Finding that the full moon fell upon Halloween night had disappointed him—he’d been looking forward to attending the party, especially since so much work had gone into it. He’d had to laugh at their Divination professor’s lively approach to ensuring everyone would show up. It was really going to be such a shame to have to miss it all.

Catching sight of his reflection in a nearby mirror, he could see his chocolate brown eyes already shifting to amber. Worrying at his bottom lip, he frowned. His eyes didn’t typically begin to turn this early.

“Do you suppose I’m fussing too much over the matter?” he asked Chaucer.

The dog’s only response was to lay his head on his paws and sigh. Rupert smiled slightly—how funny that the dog understood him better than almost anyone. After another ten minutes of pacing, he took a deep breath and exited his office. He was overreacting. He’d done everything as usual, the students and faculty would all be inside and far away from him. Not to mention that even if anyone did happen to be around him, the Wolfsbane potion ensure that he kept his mind—and he himself as Rupert would never attack anyone.

Of course, this called to mind the early days of his transformations. When the moon robbed him of mind and body, surrendering it to the beast that lurked beneath his skin. He shivered unconsciously. The Wolfsbane potion put the beast in a cage… but it was always with him.

“Don’t be silly Rupert. You’re just frightening yourself because it’s Halloween,” he muttered to himself.

He quickened his pace, hoping to get to the Forest without running into anyone.

Ahsan stumbled through the hallways, trying to get to the common room to finish his Potions essay before the party. It was due tomorrow and he knew there wouldn’t be any excuses accepted because he’d decided to go to a Halloween party instead of finish his work. As he jogged down the corridor he kept taking quick glances at his notes so that he could formulate a plan for the essay and have less work to do once he got to the Gryffindor common room. Hopefully no first years were in there making any noise; that was all he needed.

“Everlasting Elixirs will be the death of me.” He muttered to himself.

Somewhere in his head Ahsan knew he should have been paying attention to where he was going. He collided with something solid, yet soft. It wasn’t a wall, or a suit of armor he deduced. He backed up and saw a somewhat panicked looking Professor Storm. He frowned and adjusted his books in his arms before awkwardly patting his professors shirt, hoping that wouldn’t cause the man to take away house points or anything. “Sorry about that professor, I should be more careful…” He muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He looked his professor in the eye and saw that the normally patient man looked as if he was ready to push Ahsan out of his way and leave. “Sir, are you okay?” He questioned.

“I mean…I don’t mean to pry, you just look a little…off.” He noted, cocking his head to the side and frowning.

Rupert rounded the corner quickly, not expecting anyone to be about, and was therefore surprised when he collided with another body. He stepped back a little dazedly, requiring a moment to collect himself. Every part of him screamed go, go, to the forest go, go now. But he quickly stamped out that base urge, setting his jaw in an attempt to ignore the way his skin crawled. Close contact, this close to the moon rising, was unwise. The simple action of his student innocently patting his shirt set the beast rattling at its cage.

He offered the Gryffindor a smile, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"Ah. Mr. Thomas. Hello. It is… not a problem in the slightest. I should have payed more attention myself. I expected the halls to be empty. An error on my part. I apologize," he said, his thoughts forming in brief, clipped sentences.

He took a slight step backward. It was too close. He experienced heightened senses prior to a transformation, but usually it didn’t evoke this level of… agitation. It was a bothersome thing, being hypersensitive to sights and smells and sounds, but he couldn’t remember the last time it had caused him this much distress.

"I am… fine, thank you, Mr. Thomas. It is simply… the full moon. Tonight. Ah… and the sun will be going down shortly. And I’m afraid I must go. I really must. I apologize," he said quickly.

Rupert dipped his head in a slight bow of apology, stepping around the young man and not bothering to confirm whether the young Gryffindor had continued on towards his dormitory or not. Should he… alert the Headmistress? No, no, he was being irrational. He was fussing. It was just a particularly bad moon, that was all. He’d had them before and it had been quite some time since his last. So why did he feel that something was wrong?

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I am the Shadow on the Moon at Night

Rupert paced quickly in his office, his eyes continually flickering to the window and the world outside. Not yet sundown, but close enough to it. He still had some time yet before he should begin his trek to the Forbidden Forest. He’d taken his Wolfsbane potion regularly as always, he’d be transforming and staying for the duration of his transformation in the Forbidden Forest as always, he’d taken all the necessary precautions as always… So why was he feeling so unusually restless?

It could be that it was Halloween, he supposed. Finding that the full moon fell upon Halloween night had disappointed him—he’d been looking forward to attending the party, especially since so much work had gone into it. He’d had to laugh at their Divination professor’s lively approach to ensuring everyone would show up. It was really going to be such a shame to have to miss it all.

Catching sight of his reflection in a nearby mirror, he could see his chocolate brown eyes already shifting to amber. Worrying at his bottom lip, he frowned. His eyes didn’t typically begin to turn this early.

"Do you suppose I’m fussing too much over the matter?" he asked Chaucer.

The dog’s only response was to lay his head on his paws and sigh. Rupert smiled slightly—how funny that the dog understood him better than almost anyone. After another ten minutes of pacing, he took a deep breath and exited his office. He was overreacting. He’d done everything as usual, the students and faculty would all be inside and far away from him. Not to mention that even if anyone did happen to be around him, the Wolfsbane potion ensure that he kept his mind—and he himself as Rupert would never attack anyone.

Of course, this called to mind the early days of his transformations. When the moon robbed him of mind and body, surrendering it to the beast that lurked beneath his skin. He shivered unconsciously. The Wolfsbane potion put the beast in a cage… but it was always with him.

"Don’t be silly Rupert. You’re just frightening yourself because it’s Halloween," he muttered to himself.

He quickened his pace, hoping to get to the Forest without running into anyone.

ooc: Happy Halloween! Open post is open haha. XD
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OOC:…Well..

ahsan-thomas:

stutterhero:

ahsan-thomas:

There goes our mod.

O.O

Ooc:Can we still role-play?

Yeah, we just don’t have a mod.

Ah, well… that sucks. But I’ve been in plenty of roleplay groups without mods, so…I guess we’ll get along fine. *shrugs*

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He took the book and held it close to his chest. His blonde hair was no longer neat. His cheeks and eyes were red and puffy. He never did look good crying. He waited for the other to finish his speech. It hurt. It nearly killed him to hear such things. Maybe that is why he knew it would happen.

"You were my first love. When I hear your voice, the stuttering stops. I don’t feel afraid." He looked  up at the man. The eyes he wished were full of love and passion for him were simple fantasies. He felt the urge to puke hit him again. He would never get what he wanted.

"You want the truth, sir?" His bottom lip was quibbling. His eyes shimmered with held back tears. "When I look at you, I didn’t feel alone. I didn’t mind the name calling. I didn’t mind the curses. I didn’t mind that everyone sees me as my dead uncle. Because when I looked at you, I thought you saw me. When I looked at you, all the bad things in my life went away." Tears were freely falling but he paid them no mind. "I thought you looked at me the same way. I was wrong, I see."

He turned on his heels and started gathering his things. “I am sorry about the misunderstanding, Professor Storm. I would rather it not be mentioned from now on.” He fixed his hair and stood up straight. “I doubt you want to have me as your assistant. If you need me for academic purposes, I will be in the library.” He bows. “Have a good day, sir.” He smiles at the beast. “You too, my dear.” With that, he began to leave.

Rupert listened calmly to the boy’s reply. He understood that it hurt, but it truly was for the best. There were several points made that he disagreed with, that he wished to refute as being incorrect, but held his tongue. Turning it into a debate would do no one any good. He felt horrid, to be the source of that much pain in anyone, especially when he did his best to be helpful to others. Yet, he’d unwittingly harmed his student.

When Mason asked for it not to be discussed any further, he dipped his head forward in a slow nod. 

"Of course. If that is what you wish then I will honor that request," he replied honestly. "If the library is your destination, then I will leave you to your studies. However… In parting, please do know that I am sorry that I could not be what you wished me to be and that, despite that, my office remains open to you. I sincerely hope that you will remember that. Good afternoon, Mr. Creevey."

With the slightest of bows, he turned away, petting Chaucer on the head and beckoning the dog to follow along. There were papers that needed to be corrected…

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He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “H-H-H-Hello, Pr-Pr-Pr-Professor St-Storm. Y-Y-Y-Y-You may approach. We need to converse. I understand.” His stutter had come back in the presence of the teacher. Grand. That meant his mother was the only one he didn’t stutter for. He sighed and put the book away. He stoood tall with his bag at his side.

"What is it y-you want fr-from me n-now, sir?" He stood up straight and held his hands behind his back. Quite the military like stature. He looked at the man, and then the beast. He smiled sadly. 

"For starters, you left your book in my office. I thought I would be remiss if I did not endeavor to return it to you immediately," Rupert began.

He placed the text on the window sill. Not wanting to smother the young man, he stood a few paces away, the fingers of his hands linked together in front of him like a penitent. He wore a serious air, weighted down with concern and perplexity. This was not something one could better themselves at through diligent studying.

"I simply wished to… discuss. What was said in my office, I mean," he said. he sighed slowly. "I understand what it is like to love someone who doesn’t love you in quite the same way. I haven’t come to berate you, or to mock you for these feelings, merely to… to ensure that you understand—truly understand—why this cannot be."

He was fully out of his element now. The few romantic relationships he’d had in his life had been brief and, in most cases, awkward. Dealing with that was difficult enough. Dealing with a student who had eyes for their teacher? He couldn’t even think of where to begin.

"You’ve done nothing wrong. If that is your mindset, then please, be assured that you haven’t. There are any number of reasons why any association beyond our relationship as student and teacher—or friends or associates, should you permit it once you’ve graduated—would be a terrible, terrible idea," he explained slowly. "You are never in danger as my student. I would sooner die than put you in danger, but as myself, as who and what I am, I am dangerous, Mr. Creevey. As controlled as I might be, I still have the potential to do great harm to the people I care about. It is a heavy burden. One that I must bear alone. To allow someone else to share in that burden… no.”

He was aware of the boundaries he was crossing by even having this conversation, but then the situation was a bit out of the ordinary in and of itself. He’d had near misses, times when he’d almost harmed the people closest to him. Mason wouldn’t know about any of those times, of course. There was so very much he didn’t know.

"This is without even mentioning the fact that I’m old enough to be your father. In fact I had graduated from Hogwarts before your father even attended. The point I’m trying to make is that you are a young, intelligent, goodhearted young man and you deserve someone your age who will see you as the wonderful person you are," Rupert said slowly. "What you do not need is a tired old wolf such as myself. Someone like me cannot give you the healthy relationship you should have. I do understand that this is painful for you and I do understand that this is not what you wish to hear… but I’m afraid it is all I can offer you. It has nothing to do with you as a person. Nothing at all. But things are as they are, and as they are, this cannot happen. Do you understand that?”

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