Phynisia Black wore black. Everything was black now, she mourned her
brother's death and seemed to have eyes as old as time. They saw the world
now for what it really was, a endless mass of pain. She was alone, in a
world where no one wanted to know her.
At least that was what she thought before she was summoned to Hogwarts again. She had been asked to become teacher before but that would have been to risky. If he found out who she was, what she was, he'd hate her forever. She didn't want that. She'd watched him mature into the man who stood before her.
"Potter, I will not be badgered in this impertinent manner, you will address me as a superior, not as a friend! You will not speak to me of matters that do not concern you and you will keep your personage out of my chamber, you should have destroyed that infernal cloak as soon as you found it! Now get out, I don't want to see, hear or smell you until I have to, DO I MAKE MY SELF PERFECTLY CLEAR"
"Yes, Professor," came the feeble reply.
Potter exited the chamber swiftly, leaving Phynisia clutching her arms, old insecurity creeping up her spin.
'Alone once more, Phynie, you'll always be alone'
The dark voices in her head made her dizzy, screaming, taunting her. She yelled, she didn't know why but she couldn't stop screaming. It couldn't be that time again. She stared at the cold, fruitless moon. She didn't want to loose control. Not this time. She had seen what wolves did on the full moon. She was in a school full of potential lunches. How was she going to survive tonight?
Then she heard the tap at the door. Her ears pricked and her tail flattened. The wolven senses had kicked in, her eyes flashed from her black to devilish red. "Come in" she said, seductively.
At least that was what she thought before she was summoned to Hogwarts again. She had been asked to become teacher before but that would have been to risky. If he found out who she was, what she was, he'd hate her forever. She didn't want that. She'd watched him mature into the man who stood before her.
"Potter, I will not be badgered in this impertinent manner, you will address me as a superior, not as a friend! You will not speak to me of matters that do not concern you and you will keep your personage out of my chamber, you should have destroyed that infernal cloak as soon as you found it! Now get out, I don't want to see, hear or smell you until I have to, DO I MAKE MY SELF PERFECTLY CLEAR"
"Yes, Professor," came the feeble reply.
Potter exited the chamber swiftly, leaving Phynisia clutching her arms, old insecurity creeping up her spin.
'Alone once more, Phynie, you'll always be alone'
The dark voices in her head made her dizzy, screaming, taunting her. She yelled, she didn't know why but she couldn't stop screaming. It couldn't be that time again. She stared at the cold, fruitless moon. She didn't want to loose control. Not this time. She had seen what wolves did on the full moon. She was in a school full of potential lunches. How was she going to survive tonight?
Then she heard the tap at the door. Her ears pricked and her tail flattened. The wolven senses had kicked in, her eyes flashed from her black to devilish red. "Come in" she said, seductively.