Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 7:58:24 GMT -5
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Note: I hope someone will join me xD
Things had been going downhill for Virgil. His mind had yet to recover from all the recent events. His grades had been dropping badly. And now…
The panicking Slytherin was running at full speed. He had no idea what had happened to him, or why. All he could remember was feeling really bad last night after taking a dose of sleeping potion for some peace. He had been losing sleep lately, and had to seek for help from Pomfrey. Whether he liked the idea or not, nightmares and personal life problems had become a regular routine for him. What he was not expecting was how fast the potion worked yesterday. He felt quite dizzy and overly exhausting. Collapsing on his bed, the boy thought he was having a bad case of side effect. His body became hot like he was having a fever. His vision became blurry before passing out. The next thing he knew was the bright sun dazzling his eyes. He had better not over sleep this time. The boy raised a hand to cover his face, only to be stopped by a weird feeling. It was like the hand was covered under thick layers of cloth. Did he over himself with a blanket last night? He did not recall. The bed seemed much bigger than it should have been. Virgil turned on the bed. It was when everything went crazy.
What used to be his hand was now something like… a paw. And he had orange-white fur all over his arm. He jumped in surprise, resulting in him trapped deeper into the layer of cloth covering him like spider web. Confused and freaked out, he yelled and struggled wildly underneath. After sometime seemed like forever, he managed to break free. Before he knew it, he was sitting on his pillow, now as big as Hagrid’s, panting. It was then he realized the monster he was fighting before was the very own clothes he worn last night.
Calm down, Virgil. This is just a bad dream. You are not insane. He took deep breaths and closed his eyes. Hoping when he opened them, everything would be back to normal. But the weird things were just getting started.
Out of the blue, he heard voices as if they were right next to him. It startled him again, and this time he ended up on a desk of his roommate, knocking over an ink bottle in the process. Even then, the voices did not stop. It sounded like his roommates talking and laughing. But there was no one around. Not very long later, the said individuals came bursting into the room, still cracking up over their terrible jokes about the Hufflepuffs. It took them a while to notice something was out of place.
“What the-?!”
Great. Normally, he would prefer not talking to any of them. But desperate situation called for desperate decision. Virgil attempted to tell them it was him and...
“Meow”
Even if it happened a thousand times faster, he could have sworn the sound his mouth made was not human.
“A cat!? How did it- MY HOMEWORK!”
The transformed boy looked down. Beside his paw-like hands, he saw the knocked over ink bottle. Spilled ink covered a parchment. He looked up, right in time to see a curse flying his way. He instinctively screeched like a cat and, with incredible speed, dashed away. He could not tell what he just did. One moment he was at the edge of the table, the next he was on the bed, then on the drawer. He dodged and pounced from any attack of the two other boys at him without even thinking. Eventually, he landed on one of their heads for a last leap of faith out of the room through the opened window, leaving the furious boy screaming, cursing behind.
And that was how he got to the current point: running for the sake of his life in the school corridor, ignoring people’s reaction of seeing a cat other than Mrs. Norris speeding in the hallways like it just saw a Death Eater. He only eased down when he could not run anymore.
Stopping in a corner, Virgil sat panting with his tongue out. How the hell did he turn into a cat?! There was little chance it was the potion he got from the infirmary. Even if nobody liked a Slytherin, he doubted the healers would give students such a thing. He looked himself all over. He was now an orange cat, with white patterns along his fur. He even had a tail, which was fluffy because he was too scared. Was he turned into a cat forever and will spend the rest of his life as an animal? Maybe Filch will hold a wedding for him and Mrs. Norris… Ew. He would rather die…
The panicking Slytherin was running at full speed. He had no idea what had happened to him, or why. All he could remember was feeling really bad last night after taking a dose of sleeping potion for some peace. He had been losing sleep lately, and had to seek for help from Pomfrey. Whether he liked the idea or not, nightmares and personal life problems had become a regular routine for him. What he was not expecting was how fast the potion worked yesterday. He felt quite dizzy and overly exhausting. Collapsing on his bed, the boy thought he was having a bad case of side effect. His body became hot like he was having a fever. His vision became blurry before passing out. The next thing he knew was the bright sun dazzling his eyes. He had better not over sleep this time. The boy raised a hand to cover his face, only to be stopped by a weird feeling. It was like the hand was covered under thick layers of cloth. Did he over himself with a blanket last night? He did not recall. The bed seemed much bigger than it should have been. Virgil turned on the bed. It was when everything went crazy.
What used to be his hand was now something like… a paw. And he had orange-white fur all over his arm. He jumped in surprise, resulting in him trapped deeper into the layer of cloth covering him like spider web. Confused and freaked out, he yelled and struggled wildly underneath. After sometime seemed like forever, he managed to break free. Before he knew it, he was sitting on his pillow, now as big as Hagrid’s, panting. It was then he realized the monster he was fighting before was the very own clothes he worn last night.
Calm down, Virgil. This is just a bad dream. You are not insane. He took deep breaths and closed his eyes. Hoping when he opened them, everything would be back to normal. But the weird things were just getting started.
Out of the blue, he heard voices as if they were right next to him. It startled him again, and this time he ended up on a desk of his roommate, knocking over an ink bottle in the process. Even then, the voices did not stop. It sounded like his roommates talking and laughing. But there was no one around. Not very long later, the said individuals came bursting into the room, still cracking up over their terrible jokes about the Hufflepuffs. It took them a while to notice something was out of place.
“What the-?!”
Great. Normally, he would prefer not talking to any of them. But desperate situation called for desperate decision. Virgil attempted to tell them it was him and...
“Meow”
Even if it happened a thousand times faster, he could have sworn the sound his mouth made was not human.
“A cat!? How did it- MY HOMEWORK!”
The transformed boy looked down. Beside his paw-like hands, he saw the knocked over ink bottle. Spilled ink covered a parchment. He looked up, right in time to see a curse flying his way. He instinctively screeched like a cat and, with incredible speed, dashed away. He could not tell what he just did. One moment he was at the edge of the table, the next he was on the bed, then on the drawer. He dodged and pounced from any attack of the two other boys at him without even thinking. Eventually, he landed on one of their heads for a last leap of faith out of the room through the opened window, leaving the furious boy screaming, cursing behind.
And that was how he got to the current point: running for the sake of his life in the school corridor, ignoring people’s reaction of seeing a cat other than Mrs. Norris speeding in the hallways like it just saw a Death Eater. He only eased down when he could not run anymore.
Stopping in a corner, Virgil sat panting with his tongue out. How the hell did he turn into a cat?! There was little chance it was the potion he got from the infirmary. Even if nobody liked a Slytherin, he doubted the healers would give students such a thing. He looked himself all over. He was now an orange cat, with white patterns along his fur. He even had a tail, which was fluffy because he was too scared. Was he turned into a cat forever and will spend the rest of his life as an animal? Maybe Filch will hold a wedding for him and Mrs. Norris… Ew. He would rather die…