c o u n t i n g ( ten ) | seyton

[JASPER ROCKE GREYBACK]

Walking through the halls of the great castle that the school resided in, Jasper cradled his hand against his chest and half hurried through the hallways before someone saw him. It was well after midnight, and he would be in trouble if he got caught out this late, but he really needed to get his hand fixed, he reckoned it was broken, and he guessed his older brother wouldn't be to happy that he had nearly broken some random students face that night. Luckily Jasper had pulled back and made to hit the wall at least, so there wasn't another student coming with him, but he reckoned punching his face would have been softer and hurt less.

He flexed his fingers and winced. He shook his head and was still fighting the urge to hit something again. This kid had really irked him off at the wrong time, right before the full moon, it was less that 3 days away, and he obviously hadn't learned that tempers flare, instincts run wild and the urge to hurt, runs deep into his veins, the fire pumping through his blood as it did. He climbed the stairs to the tower, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the stone floor and he ran his good hand through his hair and then went to hold his hand again.

He turned around as he got to the doors and walked backward through them, pushing then open with his back. He knew his shiner was coming in now, the fact the boy had hit him first, was the whole reason he was here, and it really had taken all of his self control and will power to walk away and come seek out his brother. At least his brother was the nurse, it would be embarrassing if he had to see some other nurse about this. He made to drop onto one of the hospital wing's many beds and rested back on it staring at the ceiling. "Seyton??" He half said and half called. After all, his brother would be able to hear him, hell he had probably heard him coming.

He sighed and sat back up, moving to prod his wrist slightly and bit his lip when he could see the deformity just below his wrist bone and the fact it was almost half it's original size due to the swelling. See Jasper wasn't a coward, but he hated seeing things like this. Blood, injuries, broken bones, the sight of them made him feel sick, sometimes more than that but it wasn't so bad this time, he hadn't looked at it till now. He swallowed and looked up at to where his brother would probably emerge from, and he focused on that,

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Ten years ago Seyton would have thought he was nuts for ending up where he was today. You don't go through seven years of school: late nights of cramming and assignments and constant stress over grades and teachers and school bullies and girls and detentions, only to end up in the same damned place you started once you were finally free! Ten years ago he'd wanted to get as far away from Hogwarts as was possible. He'd had plans, in a way. Those plans could ultimately be determined by three words: "make it big". He was going to be a star, a Quidditch player that all the students he was leaving behind in his seventh year could look up to and admire... yeah, he'd had some pretty awesome ideas of his future. Of course, things never went as you planned as a teenager. Life had fallen apart, and he'd ended up back at Hogwarts... not that he really minded. The school itself he adored. His job he loved. His coworkers and the students were great... Hogwarts was a wonderful place if you weren't a student with tests and assignments and stress. As long as those days were behind him, he was happy to call the school his home. There had been a lot of commotion in the hospital wing rather quickly in the school year. It seemed like no sooner had Seyton unpacked all of his potions supplies for the year and adjusted to the small office he had been given as new Assistant Head Nurse than Hugo Weasley had been attacked, and the hospital wing had exploded in an uproar. For weeks afterwards it seemed as though Seyton had been questioned, grilled about the extent of the boy's injuries, if anything about them might help identify the attacker, and things like that. It had all been just a little bit overwhelming. Seyton wasn't sure what he thought of the whole ordeal... some people were very quick to assume the worst. Was it not just possible that the young Weasley had gotten on the wrong side of a violent student? A school yard bully, as it was, and a prank gone too far? He'd rather not read into a singular attack too much just to panic himself and others. Sitting in his office, with other nurses nowhere to be found, Seyton was entirely wrapped up in paperwork. He didn't realize there was anyone within the hospital wing until he heard a faint voice call his name from outside his door. That instantly got his attention. Not only because the voice belonged to someone he knew, but also because it didn't seem to sound too good. After being a nurse for nearly seven years Seyton could pick out the tone of an injured person, injured in any way, among a crowd of people. Quickly rising from his desk he hurried through the door, eyes narrowing as he found his suspicions confirmed and one of his younger brothers seated on a bed. Within a few quick seconds he was at the boy's side, looking down at what was either the result of a very clumsy kid, or a fight. "What'd you do, Jasp?" he frowned, kneeling down next to him to get a better look at the hand. Broken bones were generally simple fixes, but he needed to be sure of what he was dealing with before he did anything. His touch as delicate and gentle as possible, he moved the boy's arm to get a better look at the injury while cracking a grin to try and distract him from any pain his actions might be causing, "Let me guess... I should see the other guy, right?" 880 WORDS (WITH CODING), TAG , OUTFIT ,

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[JASPER ROCKE GREYBACK]

It seemed like forever before he finally saw Seyton emerge from the nurses quarters and Jasper bit his lip. He hated having to come here for help, and he would have left it to heal on his own if it hadn't hurt so much, and if it wasn't the hand he needed to use to write in his lessons and classes. He watched him walk across the great hall and he bit his lip when he spoke. "What'd you do, Jasp?" Jasper shook his head and sighed. He didn't really want tell Seyton he had nearly punched some kid in the head, probably with enough force to knock him cold out, cause if he had seyton would probably had had to deal with two casualties. He couldn't help but wince and try to pull his hand back as pain shot up his arm and through his wrist.

It felt like fire, the strong pain of the bone being moved forcing Jaspers eyes to water and he bit his lip hard and looked away. "I p-punched a wall" He said, the pain coming through in his voice, also the frustration of not being able to control his temper as well as he used to. He didn't know if it was because he was a teenager, and it was just getting worse and worse or if their was something wrong with just him, he didn't know, and to be honest it was starting to freak him out. This had been a random outburst, and yes the other boy had started it but Jasper should have just walked away and not fought back. He'd be asleep in his dorm instead of being with his brother if he had just walked away.

"Well . . I dunno . . but I don't think the walls going to be falling down anytime soon" He said with a slight shake of his head. Seyton's tactics didn't work and Jasper yelped and pulled his hand out of seyton's grip as he moved his arm again. He went to hold it against his body and shook his head. "Cant you just fix it without moving it?" He said. Yeah, he didn't do well with pain, it was just something he didn't do well with, well, when it was this kind of pain, the pain that something could be done about. Though he reckoned this had more to do with the fact he was upset than in pain. He felt like he was loosing it and he sighed and dropped his head forward and looked at the ground to avoid looking at his brothers face. "Sey . . how do you do it . . ?" He started to ask in a quiet voice, not really wanting to offend his big brother, but still wanting to know at the same time. He wanted to know hos his brother controlled the wolf that was in him, and if he could tell Jasper how to do it too.

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

JD IS AN IDIOT AND MODIFIED INSTEAD OF QUOTING.

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! "No . . I punched Headmaster Shacklebolt" Right… note to self, don’t try to joke or even bring in a bit of humor into a conversation with your injured little brother because he will act like a bitchy little girl. Seyton just sighed, absorbing himself back into his work because he could think of no further response to Jasper’s aggravation. Of course anyone who was injured was stressed, and anyone who was stressed was liable to lash out against anyone, even those who were trying to help him or her. Sey had plenty of experience with that with every single kid who came into the hospital wing, it was just kind of annoying when the said kid was your little brother who should be able to trust you and be calm around you. He had to admit, though, that the image of the little Gryffindor trying to attack the school’s headmaster was pretty damn amusing… "Don't say sorry . . your doing your job . . " Sey picked out a potion from the shelves, poured a bit of it into a cup and made his way back to his brother. “Luckily for you, a broken wrist is no hard fix… you’ll be as good as new within a half hour.” He set the cup down on a table beside the bed and reached out for his brother’s hand again, once more trying to be extra careful as he pulled it away from his brother’s body with his left hand and aimed his wand at the swollen wrist with his right, muttering spells under his breath that sent little jets of light towards the broken bone. Some were for the puffy skin, some to help lower the pain, and others just to help the bone heal better once Jasper drank the potion. The swelling went down almost instantly, leaving the nurse with a nice uninterrupted view of the brutal break. A final quiet spell shot light blue light out from the tip of his wand, wrapping around the wrist and lingering there for a moment before faded. “Don’t try to move it, you won’t be able to,” Seyton advised, knowing that the last spell he’d cast would have temporarily paralyzed his brother’s arm below the elbow. But hey, no movement meant no pain, right? "Yeah I know . . noting in life ever is though right?" ”You’re learning fast,” Sey joked with a small smile as he grabbed the cup holding the potion again and moved to hand it to his brother. “I know the taste sucks, but drink it all. By the time the paralysis wears off in about five minutes your wrist will be one-hundred-percent again.” He loved how simple magic made everything. An injury that would take months to heal in the muggle world only took minutes in the wizarding world. Amazing. "I know I'm better than my parentage . . it's just . . this kid he . . the way he kept going on . . and i know i should have really just walked away and not punched the wall . . but . . it was almost like i wasn't in control of my hand" Sey sighed. He so wasn’t qualified for the advice department… at least he didn’t feel he was. “I can’t really explain how you control yourself, Jasper… it comes with time and practice, I guess. You’ve got to control the beast, not the other way around, but… I don’t know how to explain to do that. You can do it, though. You just need to focus.” Oh god, that was the worst advice ever… truth be told, Seyton didn’t know how to control yourself. It wasn’t like it was explained in a ‘How to be a Werewolf’ handbook. It just kind of… happened, with time and determination and focus that could always be broken. He still had to wonder what had made his brother lose control, but it was answered a moment after the thought crossed his mind. "He's lucky i didn't bite him . . . he called her a mudblood" Mudblood… the word made a small scowl appear on Seyton’s lips and the instant image of a girl from his past rise to mind. He hated that word, truly he did which was rather funny seeing as he was a pureblood himself (with werewolf blood mixed in). But why should the word affect his brother so much? “…Her?” 880 WORDS (WITH CODING), TAG , OUTFIT ,

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[JASPER ROCKE GREYBACK]

Jasper spoke before he could bite his tone, his tone sarcastic, he was in pain and it was annoying him. "No . . I punched Headmaster Shacklebolt" He said wryly, and he shook his head slightly. He had just said he'd punched a wall hadn't he, and there really was no need for Seyton to have repeated it. He didn't mean it really, the tone he had just spoken with. This whole thing was just bigging him, the hospital wing really wasn't some place he liked to have to come to, though he liked to come visit his brother he hated needing to be treated for something. He flexed his fingers slightly, testing them out and the resulting his that escaped his lips was accompanied by a wince as the pain ran straight up his arm.

He sighed and shook his head again slightly. He looked at his brother and he managed a slight grin. "Don't say sorry . . your doing your job . . " He knew Seyton had to know what he was dealing with to be able to help him fix it and to do that he had to move it. It felt like Jasper was being a baby about this whole thing but it really did hurt, and he wasn't as good with pain as some people were. His head nodded slightly as he took in what his brother was saying, no need to say anything back, Seyton could probably tell that the main thought running in Jaspers head was. Fix it, Fix it, Fix it. He did just want it healed so he could go and drop into bed and sleep, it had been a rough couple of nights, being close to a full moon and all. It was harder on Seyton for sure, being a full werewolf, but he actually got to change, all Jasper was was a half-ling, mostly he just got the pain.

"Yeah I know . . noting in life ever is though right?" He said, watching his brother move away to a little cabinet a little ways away. He figured it was full of potions and healing stuff, that Jasper had no interest what so ever to learn about. He shook his head slightly and watched his brother rummage through the cabinet, obviously searching for something and he ran his good hand through his hair and mused it slightly. He yawned as he heard his brother speak, and he listened, he really did to his brothers words and he sat up a little and bit his lip, thinking of the cause of this random outburst. "I know I'm better than my parentage . . it's just . . this kid he . . the way he kept going on . . and i know i should have really just walked away and not punched the wall . . but . . it was almost like i wasn't in control of my hand" He said with a frown, knowing he had acted out of instinct, hut he was half asking Seytin if there was anyway to stop an instinct, in a round about way, because he really didn't want to know the answer if you couldn't.

His mind went back to how this had started, he could remember it clearly and his eyes drifted to the wall by the double doors that lead onto the huge ward. Her name was Nikkita Wynter, he had been on a date with her once or twice, and he was feeling himself fall hard for her, there was no doubt about that. So when he head heard to slytherin students muttering something about her being a mudblood and not fit to be in the school he had just snapped, lost it and then managed to gain back some control to not punch his head in, or bite him. "He's lucky i didn't bite him . . . he called her a mudblood" He said softly, his words a half snarl as his eyes started blazing and he felt the same anger start to bubble up through him and his good hand gripped the sheet slightly in an attempt to quell it.

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! "No . . I punched Headmaster Shacklebolt" Right… note to self, don’t try to joke or even bring in a bit of humor into a conversation with your injured little brother because he will act like a bitchy little girl. Seyton just sighed, absorbing himself back into his work because he could think of no further response to Jasper’s aggravation. Of course anyone who was injured was stressed, and anyone who was stressed was liable to lash out against anyone, even those who were trying to help him or her. Sey had plenty of experience with that with every single kid who came into the hospital wing, it was just kind of annoying when the said kid was your little brother who should be able to trust you and be calm around you. He had to admit, though, that the image of the little Gryffindor trying to attack the school’s headmaster was pretty damn amusing… "Don't say sorry . . your doing your job . . " Sey picked out a potion from the shelves, poured a bit of it into a cup and made his way back to his brother. “Luckily for you, a broken wrist is no hard fix… you’ll be as good as new within a half hour.” He set the cup down on a table beside the bed and reached out for his brother’s hand again, once more trying to be extra careful as he pulled it away from his brother’s body with his left hand and aimed his wand at the swollen wrist with his right, muttering spells under his breath that sent little jets of light towards the broken bone. Some were for the puffy skin, some to help lower the pain, and others just to help the bone heal better once Jasper drank the potion. The swelling went down almost instantly, leaving the nurse with a nice uninterrupted view of the brutal break. A final quiet spell shot light blue light out from the tip of his wand, wrapping around the wrist and lingering there for a moment before faded. “Don’t try to move it, you won’t be able to,” Seyton advised, knowing that the last spell he’d cast would have temporarily paralyzed his brother’s arm below the elbow. But hey, no movement meant no pain, right? "Yeah I know . . noting in life ever is though right?" ”You’re learning fast,” Sey joked with a small smile as he grabbed the cup holding the potion again and moved to hand it to his brother. “I know the taste sucks, but drink it all. By the time the paralysis wears off in about five minutes your wrist will be one-hundred-percent again.” He loved how simple magic made everything. An injury that would take months to heal in the muggle world only took minutes in the wizarding world. Amazing. "I know I'm better than my parentage . . it's just . . this kid he . . the way he kept going on . . and i know i should have really just walked away and not punched the wall . . but . . it was almost like i wasn't in control of my hand" Sey sighed. He so wasn’t qualified for the advice department… at least he didn’t feel he was. “I can’t really explain how you control yourself, Jasper… it comes with time and practice, I guess. You’ve got to control the beast, not the other way around, but… I don’t know how to explain to do that. You can do it, though. You just need to focus.” Oh god, that was the worst advice ever… truth be told, Seyton didn’t know how to control yourself. It wasn’t like it was explained in a ‘How to be a Werewolf’ handbook. It just kind of… happened, with time and determination and focus that could always be broken. He still had to wonder what had made his brother lose control, but it was answered a moment after the thought crossed his mind. "He's lucky i didn't bite him . . . he called her a mudblood" Mudblood… the word made a small scowl appear on Seyton’s lips and the instant image of a girl from his past rise to mind. He hated that word, truly he did which was rather funny seeing as he was a pureblood himself (with werewolf blood mixed in). But why should the word affect his brother so much? “…Her?” 880 WORDS (WITH CODING), TAG , OUTFIT ,

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