Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 16:15:06 GMT -5
There was blood on Théodore's hands, on his chest, and on his face. None of it belonged to him. It clung to him like a lifeline, made his shirt stick to his flesh, and the heat of it was sickening. He could hear the screaming still ringing in his ears, and the shouts still sounding in the distance. His trembling fingers clutched to his wand tightly, the cherrywood already stained with the effects of the red lifeline on his fingers.
Aimee had been innocent. Théodore had gone to see to her safety and he had been too late. By the time he arrived a wolf had already claimed her in her mad dash back to the common rooms. She'd nearly been there - only a stone's throw away when he found her, screaming in agony for him as the beast shredded through her skin with vicious, sharp teeth. It sickened Théo to know that this was someone young, someone innocent doing this - but it sickened him worse to know that his sister was being wounded. He felt no remorse as he cast every curse in his arsenal at the werewolf, who managed to clamber off even with the damage done.
Aimee had clung to Théo as she cried, wailed, and grew weak. He had clung to her, holding her close and trying, uselessly, to staunch the bleeding and to heal the wounds. Even if he had managed to save her, she would have been cursed for the rest of her life with the same fucked up affliction as the rest of the poor bastards running around hyped up on wolf juice. He had been forced to make a decision; show mercy or let her suffer for the rest of her life.
In the end he had just pulled them both out of harms way, to an alcove covered by a curtain. He had sobbed and pressed his face into her bloody hair as she trembled and gasped, pleading for help he couldn't give her. It hadn't taken long for the wounds to take her, her blood a badge of honor as it stained Théo. He had, in his misery and with tears in her eyes, left her in the alcove to recover later. There had been nothing more he could do for her, and his own survival had quickly become the primary concern. If he made it to morning, he could mourn his sister all he liked.
Panicked feet had carried him up the stairs from the dungeons into the entrance hall. He looked around - the walls were splattered with flecks of blood, trails of it lined the floors. Someone had been dragged through here - Théo gagged and covered his mouth, swallowing back a choking sound and a sob. Every step was silent; he could hear the heavy breathing of a werewolf not far off, and the last thing he wanted to do was attract it to him.
Hearing a pained noise, his head turned to see the oaf of a gamekeeper, wounded but helping some students. He lingered back until the children were running for safety and, against all better judgement and with a mind clouded by fear and grief, the young ministry official surged forward. "You, come on. We need to get you out of here." His eyes trailed around the room as he offered one hand to the gamekeeper. Théo's expression was wild and miserable as he surveyed the surroundings. "We need to find a safe place. Have you got any suggestions?" The room of requirement came to mind, but making their way to the seventh floor seemed impossible. The dungeons were nearby, but the last thing he needed was for the slytherins who were involved to see him helping someone like Hagrid. Swallowing back another wave of tears, the wizard grabbed for the half giant.
"We don't have time to waste."
Aimee had been innocent. Théodore had gone to see to her safety and he had been too late. By the time he arrived a wolf had already claimed her in her mad dash back to the common rooms. She'd nearly been there - only a stone's throw away when he found her, screaming in agony for him as the beast shredded through her skin with vicious, sharp teeth. It sickened Théo to know that this was someone young, someone innocent doing this - but it sickened him worse to know that his sister was being wounded. He felt no remorse as he cast every curse in his arsenal at the werewolf, who managed to clamber off even with the damage done.
Aimee had clung to Théo as she cried, wailed, and grew weak. He had clung to her, holding her close and trying, uselessly, to staunch the bleeding and to heal the wounds. Even if he had managed to save her, she would have been cursed for the rest of her life with the same fucked up affliction as the rest of the poor bastards running around hyped up on wolf juice. He had been forced to make a decision; show mercy or let her suffer for the rest of her life.
In the end he had just pulled them both out of harms way, to an alcove covered by a curtain. He had sobbed and pressed his face into her bloody hair as she trembled and gasped, pleading for help he couldn't give her. It hadn't taken long for the wounds to take her, her blood a badge of honor as it stained Théo. He had, in his misery and with tears in her eyes, left her in the alcove to recover later. There had been nothing more he could do for her, and his own survival had quickly become the primary concern. If he made it to morning, he could mourn his sister all he liked.
Panicked feet had carried him up the stairs from the dungeons into the entrance hall. He looked around - the walls were splattered with flecks of blood, trails of it lined the floors. Someone had been dragged through here - Théo gagged and covered his mouth, swallowing back a choking sound and a sob. Every step was silent; he could hear the heavy breathing of a werewolf not far off, and the last thing he wanted to do was attract it to him.
Hearing a pained noise, his head turned to see the oaf of a gamekeeper, wounded but helping some students. He lingered back until the children were running for safety and, against all better judgement and with a mind clouded by fear and grief, the young ministry official surged forward. "You, come on. We need to get you out of here." His eyes trailed around the room as he offered one hand to the gamekeeper. Théo's expression was wild and miserable as he surveyed the surroundings. "We need to find a safe place. Have you got any suggestions?" The room of requirement came to mind, but making their way to the seventh floor seemed impossible. The dungeons were nearby, but the last thing he needed was for the slytherins who were involved to see him helping someone like Hagrid. Swallowing back another wave of tears, the wizard grabbed for the half giant.
"We don't have time to waste."