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Post by DAREIOUS LYULF GREYBACK on Feb 26, 2012 9:38:59 GMT -6
 Some things in life sucked major ballage. Of course, these things changed from person to person, so there was no saying whether or not people would agree completely on what he thought. One thing was for certain, being bored was way, way up there. Honestly, if he was bored then it could be very dangerous for people’s health. Especially if there had been a recent trip to Hogsmeade. Hogsmeade meant Honeydukes and Honeydukes meant sugar. Dareious and sugar, combined with boredom, could be very, very dangerous to your health. It was also equally dangerous to his own health, purely because he could not concentrate on what was around him – his awareness and spatial awareness were usual somewhere around the zero mark in such an event. That evening was such an event – too much sugar, total boredom and beds equalled coming down to earth with a very, very nasty bump. Hey, any excuse to see his amazing big brother, right?<p>
Truth was though, he had hit his head pretty hard when he’d come off the bed and he was feeling quite woozy – he certainly was far more subdued than when he had come off the bed. Of course, he would blame someone else – it was never his fault. It was, uhh…Zac’s fault. Yep, h was going to blame Zac. Zac let him have way too much sugar and Zac let him bounce on the bed. There, it was all sorted. It was all Zac’s fault. Silly Zac. He didn’t even have the decency to walk him to the hospital wing no, he had to do that himself, and so close to curfew too! What if he got caught and sent back and died in his sleep?! His death would all be Zac’s fault. Of course, he knew deep down he was being melodramatic, but where was the fun in being rational?<p>
Of course, by the time he actually got to the infirmary there was no-one around. Typical. What if he fell over and hit his head AGAIN? Then it would be entirely their fault and he’d be dead. Again. God, this place really was going to kill him and he wasn’t even a house champion. Nope, he was just the forgettable Greyback. Some would argue it wasn’t all bad, having people forget just who you were related to, but being a Greyback than being a Jackson in his eyes. At least as a Greyback people were less likely to throw junk at him, not that they did anyway, not without good reason. He never really gave them a reason, unless they’d sunk out and been at the firewhiskey and he decided it was a singing morning. Then he could expect lots of things to be thrown at him. Seriously, with all the ducking he did on those days he could be on the damn quidditch team. Actually, eww – no to quidditch, he liked having both his feet on the floor. Solid earth was comforting in its own strange way. He didn’t even like astronomy and he was stood on something then.<p>
No, this would not do. There was no-one around and Seyton would not like that. Seyton never liked that sort of thing. He had to admire his big brother – he seemed to know what he wanted from life and how to get there. Dareious on the other hand was in his sixth year and still had no idea. He’d picked subjects he liked and was good at, rather than ones that would help him get a job. No, if push came to shove he could always fall back on music – music was pretty much the only fail safe he had, apart from maybe potions. Yeah, he could be a one man band during the summer and teach potions whilst it was term time. That sounded like a plan and a half. Still, back to why he was even here in the first place.<p>
Seyton. He wanted to be all happy and bouncy, but apparently he’d hit the comedown and had no more sure to make him a happy bouncy boy. Instead, he knocked on the door and waited for an answer, hands in his pocket and head down. Good lord was that starting to ache now. |
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Post by SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK on Mar 8, 2012 11:17:26 GMT -6
the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- - the beginning of the year had started off stressful, what with being the new hospital wing head and all the fun stuff and stress that came with the job, and it seemed like each month the gods just decided to pile on extra 'fun' into his life to make him go completely insane. first there was angel reappearing, then there was jasper's run in with fen, another meeting with angel, fenrir bit jasper, sey had to talk his brother out of jumping off of a tower, he was nearly killed/brainwashed by his father and former best friend, had the idiocy to try to talk to angel, spend the night with her, and promptly be kicked out in the morning, found out he'd knocked her up, nearly seriously injured his little brother... what was next? seriously, what possible torments were there that could be inflicted on the werewolf right now? he was hoping the answer was 'none', but the world seemed to have a good imagination for ways to torture people.
at least things were... okay now. he'd talked to angel, he'd apologized fifty times to jasper for crushing the boy's ribs, he hadn't seen or heard (and nor did he want to) from fenrir or jaedyn since their encounter before christmas... he was a far cry from being able to say he could relax, anyone who knew the nurse knew that he never relaxed, but no new surprises had occured for about, oh, a bit over a week. yeah. great. he felt like he should hang up one of those signs on the wall of his office: 'torment free for ___ days!' at the very least it might liven up the room that had seemed more like a prison cell lately when he was so restless thanks to everything going on.
he was currently, as usual, in the said 'prison cell' of an office, bent over his desk working on a few papers, sending a few letters... the usual exciting work that came to mind when you thought of being a healer. yes, that was sarcasm. seyton had chosen this job because he didn't like to feel helpless. in a way he'd wanted to even out the damage fenrir inflicted on the world. he hadn't wanted to be stuck with lumps and piles of paperwork each bloody day... but he dealt with it. it was a part of the job, after all. he supposed that if he found a job at st. mungo's he might be a bit more consistently hands on in his work, but the werewolf wouldn't leave hogwarts for the world. even if some of them hated him, the school was where his siblings were. he liked being around them, the ones who he spoke to were, well, awesome and hogwarts would always be his home. he was happy here, and that was what mattered in the end, right?
with his werewolf hearing he could detect the approaching footsteps of a student, and so had already placed his papers away and was moving towards the door when the knock sounded. a split second later he pulled the door open, eyes widening a bit when he saw who exactly the student was. "dare! what brings you here?" |
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Post by DAREIOUS LYULF GREYBACK on Mar 11, 2012 11:46:04 GMT -6
"dare! What brings you here?" He was snapped out of his daze when someone spoke up - he had been busy staring at the walls and trying to count the number of knots in the wooden frame. Truth was, he stopped when he realised that there weren't any, but he had got to trying to figure out how many lines were in there. There was something about the grain of wood, but he wasn't entirely sure. Apparently it could tell you how old a tree was, but he wasn't entirely sure if he believed it. It did sound pretty ridiculous to him after all. Being able to tell the age by the number of lines. How silly.
But back to the current moment in time and the issue at hand. Namely, his head and Seyton speaking to him. "I fell off my bed and hit my head." His voice was quite low and he did sound overall subdued. Not his normal self at all. Hands clasped behind his back, he swung from side to side slightly, chewing on his bottom head. It did seem like a silly reason for being here on reflection, but wasn't he here now? Nope, going back to his dorm was not an option any more. In truth, it was probably quite a trivial thing when compared to some of the drama currently floating around that had somehow latched on to his family. He didn't like it at all, but he wasn't in control of the drama dishing out. Somehow though, he'd avoided it thus far that year. Well, with the exception of jumping down a first years throat in the first few months. Still - it had almost been full moon and he did get tetchy around then. Clearly no one had bothered to inform the poor boy. He had apologised profusely for days after, but he could not take it back. Of course he was vilified by some people at first, but apparently they didn't know who, or what, he was at first either. When they did find out...well, their comments were quickly withdrawn. He hated the stupid jekyll and hyde routine he was working - all sweetness and light one day, horrible moody man the next.
"It was all Zac's fault though. Not mine." Ahh, now that was a little more like his usual self. Head up and hands free, flinging themselves god knows where. And not to mention there was some expression in his voice by that point. He wasn't entirely sure was the emotion was, but there was something positive to it. At least he didn't sound quite so quiet any more. A little less to worry about if he was more like his usual self. There couldn't be anything too wrong if he was being dramatic, could there? "I would have spoken to someone else, but I didn't see anyone." He twisted around as he spoke, just checking. He did not want to go and make himself look too stupid. Nope, no-one else that h could see. Good. Well, not good - not really. Someone should have been around so Seyton could have a little peace and quite. Of course, Dare had no idea how it worked in the wizarding world, but he knew there was lots of paperwork that muggle doctors had to fill out every time they saw someone. It didn't seem to matter just how small the issue was, there was always far too much paperwork attached to it all. Silly rules and regulations, it was all a waste of time in his eyes. Then again, in his eyes he was the most amazing thing to exist ever in the history of the whole wide world. It probably was important in reality.
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