[He almost misses hearing him at first, mind on the verge of locking down in sheer denial and panic as he stares at his own hands. He's hallucinating, yes, he must be: he keeps staring, willing them to change back.
Wolf's fur. Claws. That means...but no. Not him. Never. Anyway if he had contracted lycanthrophy, wouldn't he have changed before now? The moon's not even full!
Snapped from his reverie at the sound of the voice, the hooves, he looks up. His first thought, a dull realization this is a child, is hardly worth note: Lucius often talks to children as if they're adults anyway. If you're old enough to speak then you can be reasoned with, no need for coddling. But his second thought is that he can smell him. He hadn't realized his senses were heightened.
And he smells like death.]
Wh-what...you.
[He searches for a wand, but there is none in this...creature's hand. No matter. He must have activated the magic by some other means. He's the one around, it's the only explanation...
Grabbing the back of the bench to help support himself, Lucius shoves to his feet, starting towards him. It's easier to stand now that the pain is subsiding.]
It's you, isn't it. You're doing this! What is it, some sort of Jinx? A Hex? What have you done to me?
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Wolf's fur. Claws. That means...but no. Not him. Never. Anyway if he had contracted lycanthrophy, wouldn't he have changed before now? The moon's not even full!
Snapped from his reverie at the sound of the voice, the hooves, he looks up. His first thought, a dull realization this is a child, is hardly worth note: Lucius often talks to children as if they're adults anyway. If you're old enough to speak then you can be reasoned with, no need for coddling. But his second thought is that he can smell him. He hadn't realized his senses were heightened.
And he smells like death.]
Wh-what...you.
[He searches for a wand, but there is none in this...creature's hand. No matter. He must have activated the magic by some other means. He's the one around, it's the only explanation...
Grabbing the back of the bench to help support himself, Lucius shoves to his feet, starting towards him. It's easier to stand now that the pain is subsiding.]
It's you, isn't it. You're doing this! What is it, some sort of Jinx? A Hex? What have you done to me?