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To make things drastically worse, my sister, my best friend, was terrified of me. Romulas had spouted off about my transformation to her, about the howls she heard as she tried to sleep in her small bed, were made by me. This was all true, but it was cruel. I couldve kept it secret. But why would he?
It took a few days to heal from that one night, my bones more visible through my skin, my cheeks and eyes sunken in my skull. My clothes hung on me like they would a stick puppet. Not to mention the pain of the raw flesh on my arms and hands from gnawing like a crazed monster.
I remained confined to my room, staring at the ceiling, seeing my dark haired sister peak around the corner of the door, too frightened to come in but knowing in her heart that she still loved me.
So she wrote me notes, in her child scrawl, and gave the parchment to my father to bring into me when he brought my meals. They always read the same.
Remy,
Are you hurt? Are you sad? I still love you. Romy said if i get too near to you, you'll bite me. I told him to shut up.
Love you, Renee
These letters were ussually accompanied by a picture of three stick figures, one of me , one of her, with wands and wizards hats, and one of romulas brooding with hsi back to us, sobbing like a child. They did ease the pain, if only a little.
My father had pulled out the brochures again, laying them before me. I couldnt look at him , as with a hopefull expression in his eyes, he read the list of the courses each one taught. He knew it and i knew it.
There was no schooling to be in my future.
What type of headmaster would want a werewolf in their midsts, frightening students and disrupting the entire grounds once a month? I was to be confined to this room forever, damned to this house, and would never recieve a wand. Of course ,yo umsut realize at that time a werewolf was not permited a wand, though the reason escapes me because im fairly certain that in a transformation , wolves could not possibly hold a wand, less in their teeth, and could not start a spell, because..well...we cant talk.
I was so angry with the Magical population, i wished Romulas had been the wizard and i the squib. At least i wouldnt have had the thoughts of 'What if i hadnt been bitten?' in my mind. I would know i would amount to nothing more than a working muggle. My father had hope.
Then again, my father had money, and had quite a few connections. Chances are if he wanted me in a school, everything would be laid out in front of me. Unfortunately, you cant put a price on a life, and no headmaster, i fear, would dissagree. How difficult would it be for me to keep this secret hidden from my friends?
Or was my sentence by the bite to wander the world alone with no companionship?
I thought back to the pretty nurse at the hospital, who had blessed my heart. Would all other girls feel the same way? Smooth talker that i was at that age, i still dont think i couldve persuaded a girl to fall in love with me with my affliction. I didnt want to think of that now.
It was the following evening when i awoke to the soft humming of my little sister, who was sitting on the foot of my bed, drawing on a piece of sketch paper my mother had bought for her. Her feet swayed softly, bunting hte mattress gently, her head tilting left to right as if to look at her artwork from different angles. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a long braid, which is one of the reasons i believe im partial to braids on ladies.
When she saw i was awake, she smiled. She dropped her sketchpad and pencil down carelessly, getting to her 5 year old knees and sitting back on her heels.
"Ive decided im not afraid of you." She said, triumphantly. I sat up.
"You have, have you?" I asked.
"Yes! Its like...well, mum said that..you know how i have that birthmark on my arm?" She rolled up her sleeve, and i was wondering where she was going with this. "She said, this wolf thing is like this birthmark. You love me though i have this thing on my arm, so i should love you because of ....well, because your sick."
What a delightful way to put it. Im sick .Suddenly this accusitory crime had become an affliction. I remember admiring my little sister, though judging her in a way.
"Its quite...something different, what ive got." I replied. " iwish it were a birthmark."
"Well, mum said that its the same, and she's smarter than you, so i love you!" She said ,rather sternly. How could someone be so insulting and yet so incredibly loving at the same time? She was a piece of work alright, but i was wondering if she was starting to go the way of aunt Gwyndy.
"I drew you a picture."
SHe reached down and got the sketch pad, bringing it to me. It was a very amateur drawing of a piano. I smiled painfully at it. I wished i could go down, just play a few notes. Why couldnt i? Renee could help me down the stairs, could keep an eye out for my parents. even if i was caught i could get a few small notes in before they ripped me away. I decided to do it.
"Help me from the bed." I told her, pushing off the covers. I was amazed to find how incredibly weak i still was , nearly two nights after the transformation. I stood in my pajamas, my arm looped around her shoulders and her arm around my waist.
How could i still be this tired!? I hadnt left hte bed in 48 hours, but i was entirely zapped. I gripped the railing on the staircase with my free hand, wincing as i could feel the ball and heal of my foot hit each step as if i had no skin. A cackle was heard behind me, and i ignored it.
"Runty remy, still tired?"
I wanted to snap my jaws at him, jsut to frighten him back, but Renee was there, and i had just gotten her to come around. I couild see the piano in the common room and felt myself pick up my pace. Renee was blowing rasperrys at Romulas who kept the snide comments flowing freely from his loose lips.
When i had moved to the piano bench finally, i told Renee to watch out for mother and father. I began to play. It wasnt nearly so hard to push down these keys before, and each little melody wore me out. But i wanted to play. I had braved a tall staircase just to sit here and look at this piano again. I was here. I wasnt going anywhere.
Neither was my brother.
He took a seat at my side, annoyingly tapping keys that had chopped up the entire song, trying to get a rise out of me. Even if i had been overly irritated, i couldnt have fought him. He wouldve crushed me. I felt like a sandcastle waiting to be kicked down by an angry kid. Never had my bedroom seemed so far away.
Renee told me she'd spotted my mum coming from the back door, and i quit playing almost immediately. I stood up, entirely too fast because my head spun and i swayed a little on my feet. Romulas laughed, and shoved me.
"Quit messing around." he muttered. But the small force of his push had knocked me ot hte floor, on my stomach, and i couldnt move. I felt pain shoot through ever nerve in my body, blood rise to my head as though feeding off the terrible throb. I clenched my eyes shut.
"Romulas!' My mother shouted at my brother, and she lifted me from the ground carefully and brought me to hte sitting room, lying me on the couch. She went to fetch my father, and then, the worse discussion id ever had in my preteen life had occured.
THe family meeting.
My father was shaking slightly, unsure how to start this off, and he brushed s hand through his dark hair and spoke.
"Your brother is....special." He said to Romulas and Renee, who had took to lying close to me, my head on her leg. It comforted me, and i felt like i had an ally.
"Something horribly dreadful has happened to him and we must learn how to help him, bless his-"
"Dont you bloody say it!" I said, sitting up. My sister told me, rather unceremoniosly, to put my head down and shut up. I did. My mother wasnt entirely sure why i had spouted off. "I dont need my heart blessed" I muttered under my breath, and my sister tugged at my hair to warn me. I huffed and fell into silence.
"Romulas, you will no longer taunt, or hit your brother because of what he's become." My father said sternly in that 'Dont press my buttons' tone. My brother gulped rather hard and took to staring at my mother for a loving smile. She didnt give him one. "Im having a headmaster from one of the wizarding schools come to visit him .Several in fact. His birthday is nearing and i figure we should get a head start."
I knew what this meant. THis mean 'We'll need time to prepare because i dont know how many headmasters we go through before we find one that will take in a werewolf'. This was horrible.
Romulas was glaring at Renee now, how had a protective arm over me and was sticking her tongue out at my twin. She was being a perfect sister, i thought. At least to one of the brothers she had. If you had told me then what was to happen after she was over her fifteenth year, i wouldnt have believed it. But it happened. Im getting ahead of myself.....
To make things drastically worse, my sister, my best friend, was terrified of me. Romulas had spouted off about my transformation to her, about the howls she heard as she tried to sleep in her small bed, were made by me. This was all true, but it was cruel. I couldve kept it secret. But why would he?
It took a few days to heal from that one night, my bones more visible through my skin, my cheeks and eyes sunken in my skull. My clothes hung on me like they would a stick puppet. Not to mention the pain of the raw flesh on my arms and hands from gnawing like a crazed monster.
I remained confined to my room, staring at the ceiling, seeing my dark haired sister peak around the corner of the door, too frightened to come in but knowing in her heart that she still loved me.
So she wrote me notes, in her child scrawl, and gave the parchment to my father to bring into me when he brought my meals. They always read the same.
Remy,
Are you hurt? Are you sad? I still love you. Romy said if i get too near to you, you'll bite me. I told him to shut up.
Love you, Renee
These letters were ussually accompanied by a picture of three stick figures, one of me , one of her, with wands and wizards hats, and one of romulas brooding with hsi back to us, sobbing like a child. They did ease the pain, if only a little.
My father had pulled out the brochures again, laying them before me. I couldnt look at him , as with a hopefull expression in his eyes, he read the list of the courses each one taught. He knew it and i knew it.
There was no schooling to be in my future.
What type of headmaster would want a werewolf in their midsts, frightening students and disrupting the entire grounds once a month? I was to be confined to this room forever, damned to this house, and would never recieve a wand. Of course ,yo umsut realize at that time a werewolf was not permited a wand, though the reason escapes me because im fairly certain that in a transformation , wolves could not possibly hold a wand, less in their teeth, and could not start a spell, because..well...we cant talk.
I was so angry with the Magical population, i wished Romulas had been the wizard and i the squib. At least i wouldnt have had the thoughts of 'What if i hadnt been bitten?' in my mind. I would know i would amount to nothing more than a working muggle. My father had hope.
Then again, my father had money, and had quite a few connections. Chances are if he wanted me in a school, everything would be laid out in front of me. Unfortunately, you cant put a price on a life, and no headmaster, i fear, would dissagree. How difficult would it be for me to keep this secret hidden from my friends?
Or was my sentence by the bite to wander the world alone with no companionship?
I thought back to the pretty nurse at the hospital, who had blessed my heart. Would all other girls feel the same way? Smooth talker that i was at that age, i still dont think i couldve persuaded a girl to fall in love with me with my affliction. I didnt want to think of that now.
It was the following evening when i awoke to the soft humming of my little sister, who was sitting on the foot of my bed, drawing on a piece of sketch paper my mother had bought for her. Her feet swayed softly, bunting hte mattress gently, her head tilting left to right as if to look at her artwork from different angles. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a long braid, which is one of the reasons i believe im partial to braids on ladies.
When she saw i was awake, she smiled. She dropped her sketchpad and pencil down carelessly, getting to her 5 year old knees and sitting back on her heels.
"Ive decided im not afraid of you." She said, triumphantly. I sat up.
"You have, have you?" I asked.
"Yes! Its like...well, mum said that..you know how i have that birthmark on my arm?" She rolled up her sleeve, and i was wondering where she was going with this. "She said, this wolf thing is like this birthmark. You love me though i have this thing on my arm, so i should love you because of ....well, because your sick."
What a delightful way to put it. Im sick .Suddenly this accusitory crime had become an affliction. I remember admiring my little sister, though judging her in a way.
"Its quite...something different, what ive got." I replied. " iwish it were a birthmark."
"Well, mum said that its the same, and she's smarter than you, so i love you!" She said ,rather sternly. How could someone be so insulting and yet so incredibly loving at the same time? She was a piece of work alright, but i was wondering if she was starting to go the way of aunt Gwyndy.
"I drew you a picture."
SHe reached down and got the sketch pad, bringing it to me. It was a very amateur drawing of a piano. I smiled painfully at it. I wished i could go down, just play a few notes. Why couldnt i? Renee could help me down the stairs, could keep an eye out for my parents. even if i was caught i could get a few small notes in before they ripped me away. I decided to do it.
"Help me from the bed." I told her, pushing off the covers. I was amazed to find how incredibly weak i still was , nearly two nights after the transformation. I stood in my pajamas, my arm looped around her shoulders and her arm around my waist.
How could i still be this tired!? I hadnt left hte bed in 48 hours, but i was entirely zapped. I gripped the railing on the staircase with my free hand, wincing as i could feel the ball and heal of my foot hit each step as if i had no skin. A cackle was heard behind me, and i ignored it.
"Runty remy, still tired?"
I wanted to snap my jaws at him, jsut to frighten him back, but Renee was there, and i had just gotten her to come around. I couild see the piano in the common room and felt myself pick up my pace. Renee was blowing rasperrys at Romulas who kept the snide comments flowing freely from his loose lips.
When i had moved to the piano bench finally, i told Renee to watch out for mother and father. I began to play. It wasnt nearly so hard to push down these keys before, and each little melody wore me out. But i wanted to play. I had braved a tall staircase just to sit here and look at this piano again. I was here. I wasnt going anywhere.
Neither was my brother.
He took a seat at my side, annoyingly tapping keys that had chopped up the entire song, trying to get a rise out of me. Even if i had been overly irritated, i couldnt have fought him. He wouldve crushed me. I felt like a sandcastle waiting to be kicked down by an angry kid. Never had my bedroom seemed so far away.
Renee told me she'd spotted my mum coming from the back door, and i quit playing almost immediately. I stood up, entirely too fast because my head spun and i swayed a little on my feet. Romulas laughed, and shoved me.
"Quit messing around." he muttered. But the small force of his push had knocked me ot hte floor, on my stomach, and i couldnt move. I felt pain shoot through ever nerve in my body, blood rise to my head as though feeding off the terrible throb. I clenched my eyes shut.
"Romulas!' My mother shouted at my brother, and she lifted me from the ground carefully and brought me to hte sitting room, lying me on the couch. She went to fetch my father, and then, the worse discussion id ever had in my preteen life had occured.
THe family meeting.
My father was shaking slightly, unsure how to start this off, and he brushed s hand through his dark hair and spoke.
"Your brother is....special." He said to Romulas and Renee, who had took to lying close to me, my head on her leg. It comforted me, and i felt like i had an ally.
"Something horribly dreadful has happened to him and we must learn how to help him, bless his-"
"Dont you bloody say it!" I said, sitting up. My sister told me, rather unceremoniosly, to put my head down and shut up. I did. My mother wasnt entirely sure why i had spouted off. "I dont need my heart blessed" I muttered under my breath, and my sister tugged at my hair to warn me. I huffed and fell into silence.
"Romulas, you will no longer taunt, or hit your brother because of what he's become." My father said sternly in that 'Dont press my buttons' tone. My brother gulped rather hard and took to staring at my mother for a loving smile. She didnt give him one. "Im having a headmaster from one of the wizarding schools come to visit him .Several in fact. His birthday is nearing and i figure we should get a head start."
I knew what this meant. THis mean 'We'll need time to prepare because i dont know how many headmasters we go through before we find one that will take in a werewolf'. This was horrible.
Romulas was glaring at Renee now, how had a protective arm over me and was sticking her tongue out at my twin. She was being a perfect sister, i thought. At least to one of the brothers she had. If you had told me then what was to happen after she was over her fifteenth year, i wouldnt have believed it. But it happened. Im getting ahead of myself.....