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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 12:07:24 GMT
Melle gazed out of the clocktower window and leaned on the windowsill. The full moon was tomorrow night and he could already feel it. He might have never experienced a full moon without wolfsbane but the wolf was still his nature no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. Often it seemed the harder he fought it, the stronger it became. On days like this that wild inner call for freedom echoed through his entire body. He had been free once, as a toddler. Now he was domesticated and a proper human gentleman.
You could take the wolf out of the forest and pack but it was hard to get those things out of the wolf. Especially on days like this that nature was strong, stronger than the human boy trying his best to convince everyone he was a proper human being. In a rush, he mindlessly leaped out of the window and grabbed his wand. Adrenaline rushed through his body for a moment he felt rebellious and free. “Arresto Momentum,” he cast as he fell down towards the ground. The last meters went slowly and the Slytherin landed properly on his feet. His nose caught air of the forest which was very near. Without being able to control himself, his legs ran towards it. Within a few moments he found himself in an environment where he could feel at peace for the first time in a while. Melle closed his eyes and breathed in. Upon opening them, he ran and jumped around getting lost in his own little moment. He eventually laid down in a field of grass and flowers and ran his fingers through it. “What does it mean to be born again,” he hummed softly to himself.
Gazing up in the air, his human nature slowly returned. Immediately he was filled with shame and regret. Melle sat up straight and looked at his feet with shocked eyes. “Dear Merlin,” he whispered as he held his hand in front of his mouth. A small panic attack took over. He felt tight in his chest and started breathing unnaturally. Cold sweat streamed over his forehead. “I’m- being bad,” he hunched between his breaths. His eyes turned towards his shaking hands and his stomach twisted. He’d given into his biological nature… It was over. He’d disappointed everyone. Melle couldn’t move even if he knew he should return back to the castle as soon as possible.
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