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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2019 0:52:51 GMT
 Cassia leaned against the wall of the tower, swirling the bright, sapphire-blue liquid around in the jug she'd brought with her. It settled maliciously after she stopped, and she stared at it grumpily. It was the newest batch of Wolfsbane Potion her sister had made for her, recently brought in person. It was about the only time that she got to see any family, for Cassia was so busy with her teaching job here at Hogwarts, and it wasn't like many of her family members were keen to see her constantly, if she could be honest. Yes, they loved her deeply, but at the same time Cassia knew that the simple sight of her brought anxiety upon her relatives, a PTSD of sorts. There had been a lot of stress put on all of them in the first year that Cassia got bitten, to take care of her and to procure the correct potion and to keep it all hidden from prying eyes. She stayed away if she could, because they still invited her out of politeness and a genuine desire to see her, but this problem was one Cassia liked to run away from. She normally made up some excuse, and only came home for the Christmas holidays. Hogwarts was her home, if anything. Twilight had fallen, and the moon was visible, although it was not yet full, so she was okay. Cassia could feel its power, though, its lull, pulling her inner werewolf forth. Sometimes, she almost felt like howling, but under the glare of tonight's moon she was strangely human. It was a foreign feeling, now. She avoided the outdoors at night, and if she did have to go out, she preferred walking beneath thick groves of trees, with her red hood pulled deep over her head, so she would not be tempted to look upwards. The redhead took a breath and braced herself, then took another gulp of the foul potion. It was deeply unfortunate that she could not even add something to make it taste better-- perhaps a bit of peppermint-- because the brew could not be tampered with, lest the ingester's intent was to make the potion fail at its function, with further consequences. One could take Cassia for an alcoholic, and misinterpret her constant elbow bending as being addicted to the bottle; in her younger years, she did have a particular fondness for firewhiskey and Muggle beer, as many friends would remember. She'd rather them assume that than have them know the truth, and then she could prove them wrong with her sharpness. She no longer drank, out of fear for spilling everything in one drunken night, as her younger sister Amaryllis had come extremely close to doing many times. Footsteps sounded on the stairwell to the tower, and Cassia froze, bottle halfway to her lips again. The acrid blue smoke wafted into her nose and she jerked it away, capping the jug hastily and turning her back, pretending to examine the stars, although her eyes were instantly pulled once again towards the silvery moon, and soon she found herself enraptured, feeling too uncomfortable in her human skin to be so close to something so beautiful. Words: 533 Tags: OPEN |
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Post by Rose R. Snape on May 30, 2019 22:42:55 GMT
So I lay my head back down
and I lift my hands and pray.
To be only yours I pray,
to be only yours.
I know now you're my only hope. ► She hated the week proceeding the full moon. It always made her anxious and, frankly, itchy. It was like she could feel the fur wanting to sprout. It was a strange sensation. Even though she had been doing this since she was five, it still never failed to unnerve her.
It also made her restless, which made her feel bad because honestly, she should be enjoying a cup of tea with her husband as he marked essays. Perhaps reading a few for him. Though she was never as critical as he was, which was why she was never given an actual marking quill.
But here she was, wandering. Having already downed her portion of wolfsbane for the night, she could still smell it.
Her brows furrowed. Wait. That was an hour ago. She shouldn't...
Was Remus out on a walk too? She knew him to take his a little later in the evening than she. But he never was usually walking around with it.
Odd.
She followed the smell, but then suddenly it was gone. She made her waits down the stairs, only finding Professor Feu.
"Ah, Professor. Enjoying a moonlit walk?"
She couldn't help the Snape-like tone her voice took. Her husband did really rub off on her...
couldn't reist
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 3:34:53 GMT
Cassia's other heightened senses allowed her to subconsciously anticipate what she couldn't see, and so when the other woman glided in, the redhead didn't jump. "Ah, Professor. Enjoying a moonlit walk?" There was a light scent of wolfsbane floating from the visitor's direction, which immediately set Cassia on edge. Her jar was sealed tight, as to not let out any of the telltale blue smoke of her own potion. This meant that the other woman was a werewolf as well. Cassia had seen her around Hogwarts, and word was that she was one of the nurses's aides, and Severus Snape's wife. In fact, her mannerisms were rather like her husband's. Stifling a growl, which her werewolf told her to do out of territorialness, even though she did not own this place, Cassia answered back with the same coolness, on her guard all the same. She spoke carefully while standing in place at the window, beneath the moon whose power stood behind her, choosing her words, staying rather formal to keep a distance, figuratively and physically. "Yes. As one does with conditions like ours, Madame Snape," she replied, raising an eyebrow as she made her remark. She had caught a whiff of the other woman's scent; it reeked of werewolf, as did hers, no matter how hard she tried to douse it with perfume. The humans might be able to comment on her lavender aroma, but she would not be able to hide from her own kind. She was not afraid of this woman; her secret to keep was the same. "We are summoned by the moon, so close the zenith in its phase. It would not do for us to try and hide from what we inevitable have to become. Although we can attempt to tame it..." she glanced somberly down at the jug in her hands, then peered back to the woman. "Have you taken your tonic yet?"Words: 319 Tags: Rose R. Snape |
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Post by Rose R. Snape on May 31, 2019 6:30:00 GMT
So I lay my head back down
and I lift my hands and pray.
To be only yours I pray,
to be only yours.
I know now you're my only hope. ► Despite the Professor's cautious nature, Rose, however, caught onto her own coldness. She moved to a more open, friendly stance - body language, Lupin! and gave a smile. Complete opposite mannerism, but she couldn't help how her husband sometimes affected her. It came in handy, most of the time, but it was unneeded with fellow staff.
Her hands clasped behind her back, her head tilting, her blue eyes reflecting the moon's light.
"Ah. Indeed."
Being addressed as 'Madame Snape' still gave her a tiny thill and also irked her. It seemed cold, too formal.
"The name is Rose, if you like."
She had... heard a rumour. Okay, her husband had grumbled about yet another werewolf that had been hired at Hogwarts for the new school year. Possibly thinking that he would be needed to brew for three instead of two, but it seemed the professor had a very intelligent sibling - or accomplice - that knew the brew. It was probably just the basic wolfsbane, however.
"Hide from the inevitable... and each other as well, it seems?"
It was odd she had not come in contact with the other wolf earlier, but her job kept her busy, and seemingly away from other staff members.
She nodded.
"My husband makes sure that my brother and I remember it. A life-saving regime it is. But of utmost importance, when in the presence of humans."
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 21:36:02 GMT
"Rose." The redheaded Professor of Arithmancy repeated the name, and it flowed smoothly on her tongue. A rose by any other name... smells just as sweet, she thought to herself, remembering the line she'd read in that one Muggle play. It had been a rather silly tale of romance, but she'd appreciated the language all the same. One didn't need to be a wizard to be eloquent with words. One would not have expected a person named Rose to be a werewolf, but then again, no one expected anyone to be such a monster. With the older woman's doe eyes, and youthful looks, the name fitted her humanity, if Cassia did not know better about what lay beneath, about what shared the soul of that individual. "For as long as I call you Rose, then, I ask you to return the favor and refer to me as Cassia," Cassia replied, a small smile gracing her lips. She was still tense, but she allowed herself to relax a bit; she was among kindred spirit, after all, and a seemingly kind one at that. "Hide from the inevitable... and each other as well, it seems?" "Ah, but how could I hide from something I did not know existed?" The professor cocked her head a little and shrugged. "I was not aware that there were other faculty who shared my illness. It's quite altruistic of the Headmaster to accept so many of us and house us under one roof, isn't it? Although I suppose we have the best wizards and witches in all of Great Britain to handle things if we ever got out of hand. And Severus... you must be grateful-- and lucky-- to have as accomplished a Potioneer as he as your husband." Cassia said it almost wistfully, as if she wished to have the same thing, although love had never been at the forefront of her mind. Once, she entertained the idea of having someone... there had been a handsome bloke who worked in the same department as her at the Ministry, and they spent a long while cracking code together, but then she was bitten and forcibly removed from his life before anything could happen. She thought about him sometimes. "My husband makes sure that my brother and I remember it," Rose was saying. "A life-saving regime it is. But of utmost importance, when in the presence of humans." "That it is." Cassia pursed her lips and uncapped the jug; the blue smoke crawled out, like tendrils as it snaked into the air and disappeared. The acrid liquid stared back at her malevolently, and she did not have the insecurity to not brace herself before taking a swig of the potion in front of Rose. "It's just our misfortune that it tastes so revolting. I have my older sister to thank for brewing me this concoction. My younger sister... she would do well to try and keep her mouth shut about me." she smiled down at the jug to herself, almost hiding it. It was amusing, but it was dangerous in reality, how one slip of the tongue could send their entire family crashing down. They'd be outcasts. All because she, Cassia, had been careless that one time in France. "You work in the hospital wing?" she asked, turning her attention back to Rose. "What are you doing up here?" Words: 561 Tags: Rose R. Snape |
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Post by Rose R. Snape on May 31, 2019 22:06:07 GMT
So I lay my head back down
and I lift my hands and pray.
To be only yours I pray,
to be only yours.
I know now you're my only hope. ► Rose smiled, seeing the Professor accept her name, repeating it even. She had never met another werewolf - other than her brother - though her brother had met tons... but that was a tale she wasn't willing to share.
She outstretched her hand to the woman, no, Cassia, still grinning. "I think I can do that easily."
Indeed? How could she? She chuckled. "Headmaster Dumbledore seems to be... keen on trying to prove that he's open to any and all. Honestly, it's dangerous, but, no one can argue against him. But who am I to fight with someone at least giving persons such as we jobs. Being on the run is an awful thing."
She nodded with her next statement, "I'm not sure in the truth of it being said that Hogwarts is the safest place, but it's certainly well equipped."
At the comment about her husband, she stood a little taller, smirking slightly, "I am very grateful. Very fortunate. I love him so. Not because of his skill in potions - that's just a pleasant bonus."
She chuckled again. "Well, my husband reminds me, and then I remind my brother, that is."
She watched as Cassia pulled a swig from the jug, her nose wrinkling at the smell. She hadn't smelled Wolfbane at its base in a long time. She'd been working with Severus modified formula for so long... her fingers tapped against the vial in her pocket, debating.
It wouldn't hurt to share and the modified formula could be taken alongside the original. Also in one gulp, instead of having to force one's way through a large jug.
"Unfortunately, that's just something that can't be changed. Believe me, I've tried. It's the nature of the ingredients."
Ah, so she had siblings too. "And you're the only one cursed? Greyback thought it to be funny to bite both my brother and I...."
It was obviously not very funny.
She'd have to chat with Severus about a thought she was having.
"I do," a laugh. "I can't help but wander about when the moon is high and bright as it is. It pulls me, even shielded by these walls."
A wry smile, "I just got where ever the pull takes me. Seems it led me here."
A soft giggle and a shrug of her shoulders.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 19:42:47 GMT
Cassia shook the woman's hand, slightly bemused at the formal expression of acquaintanceship. Were they on familiar or professional terms? "It's good to meet you, Rose," she said politely after they were done, even though they'd already gone past such pleasantries. "Is anywhere in the Wizarding World completely safe?" Cassia wondered out loud. "But I agree, I'm not sure if Hogwarts is even close to the safest, seeing as it was Lord Voldemort's-- and his many Death Eaters'-- alma mater. I suppose, though, that it is as safe as can be." She reflected briefly on her own experience with lycanthropy; Cassia and her family never had to go on the run, but it had been a horrific experience for all of them, not just her. Her temper, which she still had some trouble controlling, had set everyone on edge for a good couple of months, before Margeurite had perfected brewing the Wolfsbane Potion, and began to deliver it to her during the times when it was required. Cassia had hidden out with her eldest sister, absent from work for over three months, making up excuse after excuse for her lack of presence. When the Ministry finally became suspicious enough to look into her work history, they'd found that she'd been to France, in the Alps at the same time the notorious French werewolf Ludolph Chapelle had been reported there. It didn't take long for them to come to the right conclusions, and Cassia was fired for good, and also forced to register herself on the werewolf watch list. Not that anyone else besides her family, the members of the Ministry that had been involved in her investigation, and a select few of the Hogwarts staff-- namely Headmaster Dumbledore, the Deputy Headmistress McGonagall, Hagrid, and the Professor of Care of Magical Creatures-- knew about her ailment. They were swore to secrecy-- well, not the Ministry folk, but Cassia didn't believe this would be something they were dying to gossip about. "Ah, yes, your brother... Remus, is it? The only staff member, I would say, who resembles you enough for the both of you to pass as siblings. I did not know he is a lycan as well; I'm sorry that both of you are afflicted." It must be harsh, she thought, to have two children in the family bitten. No wonder they went on the run. Cassia's eyes drew towards Rose's pocket, with which she was tapping against with a finger. A slight clinking sound told the redhead something was hidden in there, but she didn't ask what, in case it was a secret, and the little lady was just touching it out of a nervous habit. Perhaps it was her own stash of Wolfsbane Potion; if so, Cassia would not blame her for her idiosyncrasy. "Yes, my eldest sister, Margeurite, provides me with the tonic that keeps me at bay. She is fortunate enough to have the resources to do so." She bowed her head at Rose's wistful mention of Greyback; he was their attacker? Fenrir Greyback was perhaps the United Kingdom's counterpart of Ludolph Chapelle. "Greyback's activities are about as nefarious as France's own criminal werewolf, Ludolph Chapelle. He was my attacker," she informed. "Although Chapelle does not prey on young children, as I have heard Greyback does. Chapelle only aims to sabotage, as his sadistic personality dictates he do... whereas Greyback sounds as if he is building up an army of his kin. What does he expect from us fellow werewolves? When were you infected, if I may ask?" It was a delicate question. Words: 596 Tags: Rose R. Snape |
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