[Being abruptly vanished - abducted, clearly - off to Merlin knows where with absolutely no warning. Not exactly a good way to start his day. Obviously there must be some reasoning behind this, they must want something from him; he's not entirely looking forward to hearing it, for there is a lingering feeling he has about this that strikes him as more sinister in its uncertainty than he would like to admit. He expects someone with answers will of course eventually approach him. He's keeping his eyes narrowed and his ears attentive until then.
Drawn to his full height he mills about the crowd slowly. He would be imperiously demanding that one of these people tell him what's going on here - less than impressive rabble that they are, one of them might as well be useful and provide information. But he gathered swiftly the majority of them are also 'new arrivals', with no more answers than he. Asking anything of them just made him look foolish, and so he's fallen back to observant silence. By the time the locals start showing up, with their offers of help, he's slipped into a more calculating mode. Perhaps it's best to glean information without calling more attention to himself until he has a better picture of what's going on.
That plan however goes right out of his head soon as he scans over one of the pamphlets he's been handed. The outlandish, horrifying, insulting information it presents sends him into a state of incensed shock. He spins back around, accosting the nearest person in an icy hiss of demand - never mind it may not be the same one who actually gave him the paper in the first place.]
What is the meaning of this?
THREE - WEREWOLF (MINOR GORE WARNING)
[Magic does not work like this. Magic does not work like this.
Hasn't he known the ins and outs of its power all the days of his life? Wasn't it a gift, a world he was born into? He understands magic. That's why no matter what they tried to tell him, no matter what everyone said, he knew better. He scoffed and sneered, for no curse on record works at all the way everyone was trying to describe. What's really going on here, he couldn't say, but he won't buy into the outlandish story. Surely he is not going to change.
Until that night, when with flickers of pain breaking out across his skin and his stomach twisting with nausea...he does in fact begin.
He was out for a walk, trying to clear his head of whatever ailed him with some fresh air. Possibly a bad idea, in retrospect. A nearby clock is tolling the hour, and it rings in his head seemingly over-loud as he manages to stagger to a nearby bench before his legs give out. He half-hunches over, clutching his stomach. His mouth...tastes like blood? Merlin, is he dying?
He coughs violently, spraying a mouthful across the paving stones in front of him. He trembles, paralyzed with helpless desperate anger. What is happening to him?
As the pain subsides he finds the shape of his teeth feels wrong in his mouth. He glances down at his hands and stares - his nails are claws, and the back of his palms are covered in fur. He doesn't realize it, but his now wide eyes have turned golden yellow.]
lucius malfoy | harry potter series
[Being abruptly vanished - abducted, clearly - off to Merlin knows where with absolutely no warning. Not exactly a good way to start his day. Obviously there must be some reasoning behind this, they must want something from him; he's not entirely looking forward to hearing it, for there is a lingering feeling he has about this that strikes him as more sinister in its uncertainty than he would like to admit. He expects someone with answers will of course eventually approach him. He's keeping his eyes narrowed and his ears attentive until then.
Drawn to his full height he mills about the crowd slowly. He would be imperiously demanding that one of these people tell him what's going on here - less than impressive rabble that they are, one of them might as well be useful and provide information. But he gathered swiftly the majority of them are also 'new arrivals', with no more answers than he. Asking anything of them just made him look foolish, and so he's fallen back to observant silence. By the time the locals start showing up, with their offers of help, he's slipped into a more calculating mode. Perhaps it's best to glean information without calling more attention to himself until he has a better picture of what's going on.
That plan however goes right out of his head soon as he scans over one of the pamphlets he's been handed. The outlandish, horrifying, insulting information it presents sends him into a state of incensed shock. He spins back around, accosting the nearest person in an icy hiss of demand - never mind it may not be the same one who actually gave him the paper in the first place.]
What is the meaning of this?
THREE - WEREWOLF (MINOR GORE WARNING)
[Magic does not work like this. Magic does not work like this.
Hasn't he known the ins and outs of its power all the days of his life? Wasn't it a gift, a world he was born into? He understands magic. That's why no matter what they tried to tell him, no matter what everyone said, he knew better. He scoffed and sneered, for no curse on record works at all the way everyone was trying to describe. What's really going on here, he couldn't say, but he won't buy into the outlandish story. Surely he is not going to change.
Until that night, when with flickers of pain breaking out across his skin and his stomach twisting with nausea...he does in fact begin.
He was out for a walk, trying to clear his head of whatever ailed him with some fresh air. Possibly a bad idea, in retrospect. A nearby clock is tolling the hour, and it rings in his head seemingly over-loud as he manages to stagger to a nearby bench before his legs give out. He half-hunches over, clutching his stomach. His mouth...tastes like blood? Merlin, is he dying?
He coughs violently, spraying a mouthful across the paving stones in front of him. He trembles, paralyzed with helpless desperate anger. What is happening to him?
As the pain subsides he finds the shape of his teeth feels wrong in his mouth. He glances down at his hands and stares - his nails are claws, and the back of his palms are covered in fur. He doesn't realize it, but his now wide eyes have turned golden yellow.]
N-no...no!