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[dimitri lupin]

To say that Dimitri was exhausted would have been quite the understatement. His muscles ached, his head slightly throbbed. The chill of the night sent chills up his spine and yet he still seemed to be moving, though more out of autopilot than anything. A nauseous feeling sat uneasily in the pit of his stomach, the only sound int he forest, and the only one he wasn't aware of was the twigs, leaves and brush underneath his boots that came from his unsteady and slow walk in the forest. He could have been lost and would haven't even known the difference. It was during these times that his brain was in its own loop and he would wonder just why? Why? Why this curse was brought upon him and if his last name was a piece of paper he would have shredded it to pieces with his bare hands to show them, show them all exactly what he thought of belonging to this clan. Apparently holding the name 'Lupin' came with a price. Some of your sanity and most of your soul.

Dimitri felt like he was walking blindly. He saw the trees, the surroundings, but nothing was registering. His vision was slightly blurry from the pain still and the colors that were usually bright and vivid, the autumn colors of the leaves and the mixed orange hues of the brush, it was all so pale and gray now. The color was being sucked away slowly and it had been since he was a child. Panting, he stopped. Hands on his knees as he attempted to bring oxygen through his clenched teeth. Cold sweat lined his skin despite the chilly temperature and the sun that was peeking over the horizon. Slowly and slowly he had begun to notice the subtle changes in his transformations. The instability growing and how it was consuming him from the inside out. Long ago a hollow had developed inside of him. His humanity slowly and slowly being taken away from him. In this world what he was was not accepted. A monster. Dangerous. Not even given a second glance or even a first chance.

His muscles trembled and he was forced to seat himself on the ground against a large tree because the fatigue was just consuming him. Normally it wasn't this bad. The only comparison he could come up with were the aches and pains from a really bad flu and you multiply that by about a hundred and you reach the point at where Dimitri was at. Normally people would have broken by now. The pain being too much to bear and the breaking point already reaches. His tolerance for pain was relatively high, but that did not mean he didn't feel it. Every muscle fiber was screaming at him. And it was almost difficult to sit because the aftermath always consisted of something being broken. He was just grateful that it was his ribs more often than not and not his leg. Closing his eyes he wasn't quite adjusted to the incoming sunlight yet. The only good thing about the pale orange glow that begun to engulf the sleeping forest was that it signaled his momentary safe zone. Where the moon couldn't touch him.

His dilated pupils would take a moment or two to adjust and he felt his senses at their usual peak though he was beginning to calm down. The tight knot in his chest was difficult to ignore and event he slightest thought emphasized it. You'd think after all this time he would be used to it. Dimitri just pretended that it was all just a dream, a very bad dream because he was a troubled boy, a very troubled boy. Nobody could lock on to exactly what was troubling him or if they knew him, its connection with his lycanthropy. All he wanted was to close his eyes hard enough and to open them somewhere else, clammy skin and cold sweat, knowing that it wasn't real. Unfortunately, he couldn't have that. There was a lot he couldn't have that was considered basic necessity. And there wasn't anything he could do about it.

[Persephone Weasley]

such a beautiful lie
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What had possessed her to leave the castle at this hour was one question most couldn't answer, but what had possessed her to enter the forest was a question no one could even begin to fathom. Even Persephone didn't rightly know what had crept into her mind and made her think that exploring the one place on the grounds deemed forbidden was be a good idea. She even told herself off as she crept across the darkened lawns as she wove her way down the path and to the opening of the woods. Her white bathrobe was pulled over her sleek form, the ducky pattern that covered the garment looking rather different under the pale moonlight. The pink and blue birds looked more like demonic blobs in natures lighting, and then they seemed to disappear as did the light as she crept beneath the canopy the trees created.

Her dark eyes were wider than normal and she fidgeted more often now. She jumped at every little noise she heard, every cricket chirp and twig breaking. "Merlin...why did I leave my bed..." she whispered in a frightened toned to herself as she jumped backward into an old oak tree, shivering as she realized it was only the wind that had frightened her. She wished to turn back to the castle and go to bed, pretend she hadn't lost her mind for the moment and gone outside, but she couldn't see the path back to the castle. Feeling around in her robe pockets, she fumbled about, looking for her wand. Fingers clung to the nine inch piece of rosewood, a dragon heartstring being the source of the magic in its core, and quitly whispered "lumos".

The tip of her beloved wand glowed brightly in the darkness of the night, setting a clear path back to her castle, and also her bed. Pulling her robe tighter about her, keeping the cold air from nipping at her body, which only possessed a silky yellow nightgown underneath, she trudged cautiously back down her chosen path. Now that she had a proper visual she could see most things, making her fear dwindle some. A bug hear, a bramble there, a boy looking rather ill...wait, what?
Turning her wand upon the young man, she squinted her judgmental eyes, making sure she wasn't imagining things. Sure enough, it was a boy, and one she knew very well.

"Dimitri? My God, what happened to you?" She asked as she bent down over him, pulling his eyelids apart and shining her wandlight into them, seeing if he was at least conscious.

Dimitri Lupin. He may have been a Slytherin, but he was a near and dear friend to the young Weasley, one of the few, actually. She had a personality that was hard to adjust to, and most didn't have the patience. Dimitri though, they'd been friends since they were small. It had even gotten to the point that their parents would have bets on when the two would marry, though the two would ignore them. They were just friends, nothing more than that, right?

[dimitri lupin]

After a moment Dimitri had just shut his eyes in some feeble attempt to regain some control of himself. He tried to let his mind wander but it always went to the worst things and didn't quite help his mind forget about the pain signals and signal overload that his brain was receiving at the moment. The largest student in the school, what was his name? He could have been running over screaming at the top of his lungs and Dimtiri wouldn't have noticed a thing. There was one thing occupying his mind and it was in the sole possession of his attention. But beyond the simple feelings of pain, there was this overwhelming feeling of anxiety and loneliness. Being a werewolf he felt so alone and shutout from the world. Not only that but traditionally his family was placed in more nobler houses than that of Slytherin. It was just another stain on the family tree that his parents attempted to ignore. They never mentioned houses, they never really talked about anything at all.

Though he had siblings and friends, none could relate. Had there been a charm or spell of some sort that could transfer what he felt for a mere few seconds then they could talk. Even then it would only be a taste. Like touching a hot stove, you take your hand off immediately. Dimitri was stuck with it, he couldn't take it away and unfortunately no cure or relief for lycanthropy had been discovered yet. Like the Wizarding World had decided to deal with the issue by simply ignoring it instead of jumping headfirst into steady research. The ground softly crunched and made noises around him. Small creatures of the dark forest hopped around, taking advantage of the early light and lack of human interference. But there was at least one in there at the moment, and many students would have already been in bed even after taking a midnight stroll. Some walked along the edge, but never inside once the sun was out. Even Dimitri would be in the dungeon, ready to sleep the entire day, but he hadn't quite made that part of the journey yet.

A voice rang in the background and it became slightly muffled because it had literally made him jump a little. Still too weak to actually jump, his heart merely lept and raced and he felt like a tree had fallen across his chest and broken another rib. Why did that voice sound so familiar? Dimitri hadn't heard them approach him, so they couldn't have been walking very fast and it was still a bit dark out, not enough to see without a wand out. Through his eyelids he knew something bright was around and fingers pryed his lids open and glazy dull blue irises looked in wonder. Surprised and large eyes stared back at him, but for a moment all he could see was blast of light and he instinctively put up a hand to shield his vulnerable orbs. A grunt escaped him and he moved a little to sit a bit more comfortably against the tree. Did he look that bad? It took a second for him to let his eyes adjust and realize that the person who found him and was already fussing at this unholy hour was nobody other than his longest and closest friend.

Dimitri merely blinked at her for a second. "What the hell are you doing out here?" The question was forgotten. It was just unlike her to be out here at this hour, or even near the forest at all with the exception of when Dimitri would drag her here and they would talk. It was odd to find such a platonic relationship between a male and a female of the same age group and being teenagers for that matter. But it worked for them, no matter what other people predicted and even hoped would happen. Still, Dimitri was protective of her when like-minded boys meandered over. Being male he knew what they were thinking and how it flew over innocent Persephone's head. Oh, did he know. The moon wasn't out anymore, and thank goodness. At the moment probably seeing it would have just triggered a panic attack, the plague that had stuck to him since his childhood days. To be honest the feeling was a mirror of death in his eyes and even worse than the full moon sometimes. Just the thought brought a shudder.

"Don't you remember what time of the month it is?" He said quietly, looking at the ground in front of them.