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Post by jayyoung on Feb 5, 2010 23:28:10 GMT -5
It had been his first week back to the beloved castle that he loved to call his second home, but he returned under watchful eyes and with a bag filled with Wolfsbane potion for the next 2 months. Artimis life had changed big time, but not for the better in his eyes. He was cursed now. Forever to live his life with the slowly healing bite on his shoulder, that would become a scar at some point, and the infection it ensnared within his body, calling him out into a beast like state during a full moon. Yes, Arty was now a werewolf, but a very popular one at that.
No, no one knew he was a werewolf, and he was destined to keep it that way, but Artimis was looked upon as a highly respected, and quite charming student at Hogwarts. He had many friends, and with that many ex-girlfriends, though he did care for each on he dated, unlike Grimm who would just date at random, and then leave them high and dry. He use to love the lifestyle, and now he hated it. Inside him was this paranoia implanted deep within his mind, always afraid he would slip up at the wrong time and then his secret would be out. Thankful to him though, he had only slipped up twice so far, once growling in front of a girl he met when he was angry, and picking up his best friend off the ground just by his shirt.
Arty was changing, and for those who knew him the best, the could see it clearly, though not place a cause. His once short hair was now long and shaggy, falling over his ears and into his eyes. His face was now gruff, though more like five o' clock shadow and not full on bearded. His face had lost color, turning from a nice tan to a more mellowed white, and his nails were constantly growing, causing him to develop a habit of biting them off (which was what he was doing now.)
Arty sat on the big, scarlet couch in the Gryffindor common room, chewing off the the last of his nail on his thumb. Holding his hand out a bit in front of him, his soft blue eyes gazed over the fingers, making sure he didn't miss one. Once no mistakes were found, he scratched the back of his head softly and relaxed a bit more on the couch, though his paranoia was still in place.
It was quieter than normal today in the common room, leaving only him and another boy sitting at a table, scribbling away at a piece of parchment. Everyone else was down in Hogsmeade, where Arty wished he was as well, but he was having random pains in his chest and back again (a side effect that the docs at St. Mungos he would experience for the first few months). He grumbled at himself about it a bit, taking his hand and placing on his right shoulder, feeling the soft cotton bandage that hit the deformity in his skin, where teeth met bare flesh, sighing softly as he thought about the accident.His thoughts closed shut as his ears picked up the faintest sound coming for the portrait hole.
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