Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Nov 2, 2008 15:34:11 GMT 1
Amelia huffed. ”I hate you, Adie! she said in all seriousness a false frown on her face. After a few moments of pretended anger however she couldn’t help but smile at him, ”Thanks.”
Adrian Connery did so much for her, so many times it went unthanked because she was in such a fowl mood the next morning, she wandered if he had minded at all. Like all the other teachers, Connery kept her secret from all of the pupils, and in four years since she was bitten, nobody had found out about her. She wanted to keep it that way.
The pain was already starting to spread, the ache in her limbs was just about bearable, but it was the sharp pain in her side and thumping in her head that did her in. Each time she’d toss and turn and try and get comfortable, each time she would fail. When she lay there however she thought of all sorts of things. It mainly started with getting somebody to invent a pain potion for werewolves. She wasn’t much of a potion maker, so she couldn’t do it herself. She could hired out one of the younger kids to do it or her, but that would only raise questions.
Next thing she found herself thinking about was kicking serious arse during the Quidditch this year, which after about a minute led her into thinking about the bloody Keeper. Whether it was coincidental or not she couldn’t help but find it quite humourous that she had a large twinge of pain in her chest when she thought about him. He annoyed her so much, but she couldn’t help but just want to kiss him too. He was an annoying git like that. And now they were in the gossip paper and he’d only been back for five minutes.
Groaning in frustration she threw herself on her side again, adjusting the pillows beneath her head, pulling one onto into her side, hugging it tightly. It didn’t do anything for the pain she was going through but it helped comfort her that little bit more.
She led through the pain for a few more hours, before she drifted off into a light slumber. She very rarely slept for more than two hours during these nights. She was used to it, but the next day she’d just walk around quite like a zombie until she could sit down and have a nap in the afternoon.
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Adrian Connery
Adult
Gryffindor Head of House and Auror
Mysterious; another word for boring.
Posts: 110
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Post by Adrian Connery on Nov 2, 2008 16:01:31 GMT 1
Finally Adrian drifted in to a light sleep. He knew he was having nightmares though every time he jerked awake he’d always forget what they were about. After waking violently from another nightmare, he lay awake for awhile, cringing at all of Ame’s groans. He wondered what it was like to be in so much pain, to have to suffer like this once a month, permanently. If he could swap places with her he would do it in a heartbeat.
As he lay awake his thoughts slowly drifted to various topics, mainly Quidditch and Diana. Adrian thought about applying to be the Quidditch referee but he’d probably be too biased, especially when Gryffindor and Slytherin came up against each other. His thoughts wandered to whether he should ask Diana out or not. After the other morning he might actually stand a chance with her but he was still doubtful. He stretched and yawned, trying to stop thinking about things so he could get back to sleep but it wasn’t working.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Nov 2, 2008 16:40:53 GMT 1
Amelia woke at dawn the next morning. Like she did every time her non-transformation came around. With the rise of the sun the pain went away. Like somebody somewhere had flicked the power switch to her pain and now it was set to ‘off’. Sighing slightly she turned over once again and settled herself back into the pillows. Drifting off fairly quickly this time into a peaceful, undisturbed sleep.
She woke up after another hour, something in her told her it was time to get up. Breakfast was soon, and she’d have to face her friends and food. She never felt up to eating a whole lot after a night like his. Stretching slightly, and rubbing the sleep from her eyes she sat up. Her hair was a mess, all the tossing and turning had knotted it into eternity.
She reached for her bag and pulled out her hair brush, running it through her loose blonde waves, ”Owh, bollucks,” she cursed as she pulled the brush through a rather large knot at the back of her head. Yanking was not the best idea. She kept brushin through it and eventually her hair was some what sane again.
Next she grabbed her school clothes from her bag, and pulled her night top over her head to change.
She was in the routine of doing everything after she woke up, so save Connery any embarrassment later on.
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Adrian Connery
Adult
Gryffindor Head of House and Auror
Mysterious; another word for boring.
Posts: 110
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Post by Adrian Connery on Nov 4, 2008 14:12:24 GMT 1
Was it morning already? Sure enough the bright morning light shone through the window and painfully in Adrian’s eyes. As usual his body had not enjoyed its stay on the floor. He really didn’t want to open his eyes and he could hear Amelia starting to move around. He buried his face in his quilt in a pathetic attempt to go back to sleep. “Just five more minutes,” he mumbled but that wasn’t possible. He had to drag himself to the teacher bathrooms, shower, dress, rush down breakfast and a coffee, nowhere in there was room for five more minutes of sleep.
Adrian pushed himself off the floor, stretched and rubbed his eyes. Judging by the cold air hitting his stomach he was missing a shirt. He was pretty sure he’d gone to bed with it on. He remembered he’d taken it off during the night, half asleep, because the buttons had cut into him. As Adrian made his way across the room in a bleary eyed search for the missing shirt, he stepped on something cold, the cage key. He kicked in Ame’s direction and then abandoned the shirt search to remove the blanket from the cage. “Morning,” he yawned, leaning on the top of the cage for a bit. “Hope you slept as well as me and didn’t lose your shirt,” Adrian mumbled sarcastically. He grumbled a little more then continued his search.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Nov 4, 2008 23:59:07 GMT 1
Amelia had just finished pulling her blazer over her head when Connery pulled back on the cage covering. She didn't see a shirt, she saw flesh. Putting her arm through the hole proved difficult when her mouth dropped. Raising an eyebrow at him and smirking. Who knew what Connery was hiding underneath that bloody coat of his. Ame, did. Now at least. This would probably go down in one of her more enlightening moments in life. They say you learn something new every day. She had never even contemplated that she'd learn what a teacher looked like without a shirt.
"Going for a new look there I see," she remarked as she finally found the motor reflexs in her arms again, pushing her arms through the arm holes, and flattening the material down her stomach.
Picking up the key from where it had landed near the cage door, she pulled it through and unlocked it. Another night done. Time to face her friends and food. If her stomach would let her. She would probably just sit there and look at it, and not eat - like she normally did. Nobody bothered her about it, as long as she made it look like she had eaten something. A few crumbs on her plate, a dirty knife, or some cerealy looking milk with a sppon. She'd got the non-eating down to an art. Nobody bothered her about it again.
"Well, this was fun. We should do this again sometime!" she said breezily, grabbing her bag and standing up for the first time in hours. Stretching out fully she headed for the door, "Thanks. she said seriosuly before pulling on the door handle to leave, "Oh and Adie. The new look suits you."
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Adrian Connery
Adult
Gryffindor Head of House and Auror
Mysterious; another word for boring.
Posts: 110
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Post by Adrian Connery on Nov 5, 2008 12:28:41 GMT 1
The shirt was so far eluding Adrian as he searched. It was starting to look like he’d have to tear apart his office, all for a shirt. It was either that or walk through the corridors full of now waking students all the way up to the seventh floor, half-naked, to his room. There was no way in hell he wanted to do that, having one student see him like this was enough, ever. “New look? No this is what I look like when I wrestle dark wizards,” he joked darkly as he looked under one of his cupboards.
Outside the office students were moving about which meant he was out of time. It looked like he’d have to find the shirt or walk the halls without it. As Ame went to leave Adrian got an idea. He followed her to the door and leant against the side of the doorway as she opened it. “Last night was fun,” he said smoothly, making sure that some students walking past saw, “same time next month?” He was struggling to keep a straight face, teasing Amelia Pace was definitely the highlight of his month.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Nov 5, 2008 18:40:49 GMT 1
Ame couldn’t help but laugh at him slightly as he stood behind the door, looking completely naked to any passer-by, and smile at him, winking, in full view of a fourth year Hufflepuff, she nodded, ”Definitely,” she replied, offering a short wave, another smile and rolling her eyes at him.
If this didn’t appear in the bloody gossip paper, she didn’t know what would. One of the girls that had passed the office as she exited turned and scowled at her. Feigning innocence, she laughed to herself as the offender turned back around and whispered something to her friend. Oh yeah, this was definitely going to appear in that ruddy trash rag.
Not only that, but it would get James’ back up. Perfect
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