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Post by phoenixphyre2 on Mar 28, 2010 15:58:48 GMT -5
Tiberius Leonardo Greyback pulled back the sheets from his bed and shook himself awake. It took him some time to get back to complete consciousness. He looked out the window and saw a pitch black canvas lit up by bright stars in the sky. Ty was having a pretty hard time trying to get to sleep. Picking up his wand, he stood up as quietly as he could. Tip-toeing up to the Slytherin Common Room, he sat down in the comfortable, black leather couches furnished there. A chill went through his body due to the cold feel of the leather, but dissapeared soon. Quickly, he ran quietly back up to his dorm room to grab a strong bottle of whiskey. He was an alcoholic and he could have cared less. Ty took a swig of the sweet smelling beverage and it revitalized him with a new energy. It finally woke him up. Within a few seconds, the temporary effect of the whiskey waved off and turned into a warmth in his body that hazed his brain.
Everything seemed quiet. Everyone was probably out with dates, doing homework in their dorm rooms, or out in the Great Hall. Times like these made him ponder. About his personal life, Death Eater issues, and most of all...his werewolf affliction. His father, Fenrir Greyback, the most infamous, merciless werewolf and Azkaban escapee in the past three decades, was back with him and his twin, Demitri. Tiberius had handled some secret business at Borgin and Burkes for his father. That attitude had raised Ty into the man he was today. Muscular, scarred, aggressive, and even emotionless when needed. Those were his characteristics when he was in the Underground. The place was a living hell. Filled with vile werewolves fighting each other for survival. Overall, his training with werewolves had gone fairly well. He had an abnormal amount of control over his affliction compared to most others of his age. His brother on the other hand, not so great.
Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Ty stood up with a groan. Using a Disallusionment Charm, he cloaked himself in invisibility. Silently, he walked out of the black Slytherin common room into the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. Some of the Prefects and Heads were still up, but he did not bother about them. Occasionally, Tiberius found the unusual silence in the stone halls to be disturbing. Today...he felt as if it was necessary. He loosened his tie so that it hung slack against his chest and unbuttoned a few buttons. It was much more comfortable this way. Working his way up from the Dungeon to the North Tower, nothing seemed to be able to disrupt him. On the other hand, time seemed to stop and he turned the corner on the tower corridor in an instant. All the while, Tiberius was taking gulp after gulp of the addicting whiskey. Looking up, he breathed in the cool winter night air. It seemed to revitalize him. The Slytherin shivered, but quickly came over the cold rush. Sighing deeply, Tiberius Greyback sat up on the cool stone and stared up at the twinkling stars.
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