Life is short [Faolan]

[ADRIAN HUNTER GREYBACK]

It was unfortunate really, that these silly little first years were so very gullible. No, scratch that, it was amusing, not unfortunate. Adrian was rather small still, his growth spurt not yet hitting, much to his chagrin, and when the first years saw him, the innocent smile that he could sweep onto his face, made them think that he was a nice person. Their mistake was Adrian’s opportunity and when he lured them away to a more secluded part of the castle, he spent no time in getting straight down to business. “Yeah, its so cool, you’ve got to come see it.” Adrian encouraged beckoning the first year boy, decked out in an ugly Hufflepuff tie, down the dark, dank, and most importantly, empty, corridor.

Adrian had told the stupid boy that Nearly headless Nick was down in the dungeons having one of his Death Day parties and the boy, Trey, was his name, though Adrian hadn’t cared enough to remember it, had gone wide eyed with interest. The only thing that could be heard were their footsteps plonking against the stone floor of the dungeon corridors and the anxious breathing from the first year. ”How much further?” Trey asked impatiently. Gritting his teeth, Adrian replied with a simply, “just around this corner.” There was a room behind a plain wooden door but there was no ghost party currently going on that day. Adrian opened the door, which the room inside was pitch black, and shoved Trey in hearing a weak sound of protest, which was ignored.

“What’s going on!” The boy shouted, his voice echoing back to them in the empty room. “I can’t see a thing and you said there was a ghost party going on.” Whining, annoying whining. Adrian smiled wickedly, though no one could see it, and cast a spell on the boy, who he could tell where he was at thanks to his higher senses. “Levicorpus.” And Trey was suspended in the air, upside-down, by his ankle. Turning his attention to the general direction of a fire basin, ‘Incendio,” to lit it. The flames flickering cast wicked shadows on Adrian’s wolfish grinning face. “Now what shall I do with you?” Already the first year was in tears. And why had Adrian lured the innocent young boy to the dungeons, had he wronged him in some way? No. it was, quite simply, because Adrian had been bored.

[faolan]

The dungeons was not Faolan's cup of tea in most cases, however the reason for it likely didn't follow the average response. It wasn't the darkness because he actually enjoyed the peace and silence it brought. It wasn't the possibility of lurking spirits or the threat of crawling insects or rats. Not even the damp coldness could make him flinch. What did bother him was the walls. Ever since he was a child, the thought of being confined, with no way to see out, was more frightening than walking in whitechapel after dark back home. It was if you were buried alive, drowning in the thought of not getting out.

The first couple of years at school was almost nerve wracking for the Ravenclaw. The only thing that kept him remotely calm was the knowledge that he wasn't alone, and so if something were to happen, he wouldn't be the first to go. But now he was 16 and the edge he had felt at 12 was not as sharp as it once had been, however there remained a nagging urgency underneath his calm exterior that he couldn't fully extinguish.

Potions had just ended for his year, and he quickly made his way out of the now dank smelling room to the main corridor that led upstairs. Though as soon as he neared the door, in an intersecting hallway, he could easily pick up a young pleading voice at the other end. As he stood there, the rest of the group apparently heard nothing as they continued to the exit without a second thought.

Knowing it wasn't going to be good, but too curious to leave it alone, he steadily made his way to the door in question. By the time he reached it, Faol could now hear the s0bbing. It had to be a first year, by the sound of the voice, though why in Merlin's name was he here? That was when his other werewolf senses took affect as a wave of different, most unpleasant smells, reached his nose. He could first smell fear. It was the most potent, but underlying it was an even more familiar scent: his brother. That was when he heard the little git ask the unfortunate boy what he was going to do with him now. Rolling his eyes in irritation, a surge of frustration and anger caused the muscles in his arms and chest to tighten. The little bastard was doing it again. Growling, he grabbed the knob and pushed the door open to find the first year upside down in a lightly lit room, with his brother smirking off to the side. At another time or situation, Faolan might have laughed, but any antics from Adrian only brought out the worst in him. Giving a dark look himself, within a flash he extinguished the light and cast the same spell on his twerp of a brother. Nothing was better than payback. He couldn't help it. As much as he'd like to deny it, there was a chance he had the same sadistic streak alot of his siblings had.

Walking over to them, he squatted down lazily, roughly poking Adrian with his wand, "Well what do we have here?" It was still pitch black, but he knew exactly where his brother was. There was no way he could confuse that smell with anything else, "I hope you don' mind m'joining in the game?" Mumbling the counter spell at the younger boy, he heard the thud of the body hit the floor. Speaking in a lower voice, almost a growl, Faol demanded, "What do ya think y'were doing? An Don' say 'it was fun' or 'I was bored'. Only Peeves can get by with that excuse." What was interesting was, by now he could tell his teeth had begun to sharpen, almost as if he was about to change, and his brother hadn't even said a word yet. This was definitely not a normal reaction. Standing up one again, he added, "Just because your a midget, doesn't mean harassing babies will make you bigger. It only makes you look like an idiot..."

[ADRIAN HUNTER GREYBACK]

His own senses were far too focused on that delicious scent of fear that was wafting off the firstie in tidal waves to really pay any attention to the approaching killjoy that was making his pompous, self-righteous way down the hall toward the pleading cries of little Trey. It must have been terrifying being at the mercy of someone like Adrian. The look on his face had that sadistic sense of delight that one may have never seen before in their life but upon looking into the pitiless expression behind his eyes, it was still familiar, recognizable. His teeth, sharpened into the wolven form, glistened against the firelight.

Wand pressed up against the boy’s cheek, the tip deeply embedded in the youthfully chubby skin, still had some baby fat to lose it seemed, Adrian titled his head getting a better look at the lad. There were so many possibilities here. Using magic on Trey was the more desirable option, not because Adrian preferred it to the blatant savagery of shredding layers of skin with his claws, or something equally as painful done manually, but because Adrian couldn’t be reckless. He found it a shame that there were rules to follow in order to avoid a one-way ticket to Azkaban, but Adrian was adapting, keeping himself just on the edge so that, when the time finally did come, he could just take that small leap into his wolf side. Despite the urge to injure the kid, Adrian knew he would have to subtle for humiliation instead.

This was ruined though compliments of his oafish half brother, Faolan. Having his feet swept out from under him, gravity giving him that moment’s sensation of free falling, only to be yanked by the ankle and hovered in mid air. It was a disorienting feeling, having the Levicorpus charm used on you. It flipped your stomach making it churn and considering the fact that Adrian was hungry at the moment, that empty feeling on top of it made him feeling, for lack of a better term, sloshy. Adrian’s eyes narrowed directing his gaze at Faolan with as much fiery loathing as he could muster up, which was quite a bit. With hands clenched tight Adrian waited for Faolan to finish his piece before he even bothered to acknowledge him. “I was doing it because I felt like it.” Adrian snapped.

His attention averted to Trey, watching carefully as he picked himself up off the ground wavering slightly once he was on his feet. In a lightening quick motion Adrian reached out, fingers coiling around the boy’s neck. A choking sound broke the silence as Trey struggled to keep his windpipe from collapsing. “Now,” Adrian directed to Faolan. “Let me down or I’m going to rip this kid’s throat out.” He was just malicious enough to do it too. Fenrir had taught him many things, among them, how to cover your tracks if you do get a little over zealous. It was one of those times when Adrian would learn from experience what was more important to his brother’ knocking him down a peg or saving an innocent. As a Greyback the latter was simply unfathomable. But in Adrian’s eyes Faolan wasn’t yet a true Greyback.