Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 8, 2009 18:47:26 GMT 1
Amelia hated lying. She didn’t like it when people lied to her, but there was one thing in her life that that rule would never apply to. Where lying was actually quite adequate, and she wasn’t about to o against it any time soon. She’d spent a fair few years lying to people about where she disappeared to once a month and why she appeared slightly more ill looking the morning after. Rumours had spread like wild fire about her and the Professor but that was all they were – rumours. As nice as the guy was – he wasn’t her boyfriend.
It was that time of month again. The full moon was ready in the sky to strike when the sun set. She never understood why she never changed when the moon was in the sky all day long. But she wasn’t about to complain, the pain was enough for a little under twelve ours she didn’t need it for twenty four. She just assumed that the sun counter acted anything that the moon did to change her. Amelia knew that her ‘bed’ would be made in Connery’s office and the usual precautions put into place, her potion made and sat on her Head of House’s desk ready for her consumption, all to make her change that little bit easier if moonlight got through. It still didn’t take away the pain.
Having snuck out of the common room with practised precision, slipping out of the grasp of James with some excuse about having to grab a text from the library, Amelia was now checking that the Fat Lady’s portrait was shutting nicely behind her, as it should before carrying on. It had, so she could continue with her journey. One she was so used to, one she had made once a month for the last four years. Yet nobody had yet put two and two together and figured it out. It didn’t take a genius to figure out when there was a werewolf in their presence.
Sighing to herself and fiddling with the strap of her bag Amelia slowly made her way down the first staircase. Connery wasn’t expecting her for another fifteen minutes, which meant she could take her time about it. She wouldn’t have to skip a few steps and run down the last corridor to make it to his office before she started keeling over in pain. That was normally the case when she got caught up in the Common Room by one of her peers. She half expected people to follow her most of the time so often had to make some detours to the places she said she was going to, before doubling back on herself to her true location.
It was that time of month again. The full moon was ready in the sky to strike when the sun set. She never understood why she never changed when the moon was in the sky all day long. But she wasn’t about to complain, the pain was enough for a little under twelve ours she didn’t need it for twenty four. She just assumed that the sun counter acted anything that the moon did to change her. Amelia knew that her ‘bed’ would be made in Connery’s office and the usual precautions put into place, her potion made and sat on her Head of House’s desk ready for her consumption, all to make her change that little bit easier if moonlight got through. It still didn’t take away the pain.
Having snuck out of the common room with practised precision, slipping out of the grasp of James with some excuse about having to grab a text from the library, Amelia was now checking that the Fat Lady’s portrait was shutting nicely behind her, as it should before carrying on. It had, so she could continue with her journey. One she was so used to, one she had made once a month for the last four years. Yet nobody had yet put two and two together and figured it out. It didn’t take a genius to figure out when there was a werewolf in their presence.
Sighing to herself and fiddling with the strap of her bag Amelia slowly made her way down the first staircase. Connery wasn’t expecting her for another fifteen minutes, which meant she could take her time about it. She wouldn’t have to skip a few steps and run down the last corridor to make it to his office before she started keeling over in pain. That was normally the case when she got caught up in the Common Room by one of her peers. She half expected people to follow her most of the time so often had to make some detours to the places she said she was going to, before doubling back on herself to her true location.
