Post by phoenixphyre2 on Feb 12, 2010 23:01:27 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.
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. Working his way up from the Dungeon to the Black Lake on the Grounds, nothing seemed to be able to disrupt him. On the other hand, time seemed to stop and he appeared in the Tower in an instant. 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 laid down on the cool beach and stared up at the twinkling stars.
In his hand was a bitten apple. He was obviously eating it. Looking at his bare left hand, Ty wondered when the time would come when he was also branded with the Dark Mark. The thought made him shiver. A sharp pain stung his chest. They were wounds from the last time he went Underground with his father and brother recently. He clung to the werewolf wounds he receieved. It burned him. Suddenly, he heard the pattering of footsteps. He moved his hand away from his torso. "Hello. Who's there?" Tiberius called out.
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. Working his way up from the Dungeon to the Black Lake on the Grounds, nothing seemed to be able to disrupt him. On the other hand, time seemed to stop and he appeared in the Tower in an instant. 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 laid down on the cool beach and stared up at the twinkling stars.
In his hand was a bitten apple. He was obviously eating it. Looking at his bare left hand, Ty wondered when the time would come when he was also branded with the Dark Mark. The thought made him shiver. A sharp pain stung his chest. They were wounds from the last time he went Underground with his father and brother recently. He clung to the werewolf wounds he receieved. It burned him. Suddenly, he heard the pattering of footsteps. He moved his hand away from his torso. "Hello. Who's there?" Tiberius called out.