the start of something new

[BECK THADDEUS WULFE]

It was the second day after the full moon and Beck felt exhausted. He usually felt tired after the full moon, but this time around was much different. He had transformed for the first time in his life. Before he had just grown vicious and violent, but Beck had felt something within him stir. If he hadn't been so intelligent, Beck would've transformed right in his dormitory where there were sleeping men. For the first time in a long time, Beck was scared. One wrong move, and two night ago could've ended up in disaster. That damn nurse should've never let him off the hook after learning of his condition. Beck rubbed his forehead as he remembered that night ever so clearly.

He was making the boomslang potion that would keep werewolves minds their own so they wouldn't go raging around the grounds. Beck was one of the few students who knew how to brew the potion perfectly and Beck often made some for his siblings and for his siblings alone. It was late at night by now and Beck had suddenly felt his heart speed up and his fingers curl. His breathing grew ragged and could see his nails beginning to grow. Hair was sprouting on his knuckles. Taking some of the potion with him, Beck stumbled his way to the Whomping Willow. As soon as he was in the tree, Beck took the potion and dropped to his hands and knees. It was the most grueling pain he had ever been in his life. He always thought he knew what it was like for his siblings and other fellow students, but this was nothing compared to his assumptions. Once he had been changed, he sat there in his wolf form. The potion worked thankfully and he had his own mind set. Beck really hadn't spent much time in the Shrieking Shack, during a full moon, so he began to wander. There were so many other wolves in the Shack, which surprised Beck. He knew that there were the Greybacks, but it seemed like there were so many of them!

The night went on and here Beck was sitting two days later, still tired from the events. He had just gotten back from the Hospital Wing and was told to not exert himself too much. He figured this gave him an excuse to skip out on classes, but Beck wouldn't allow himself to do so. As soon as Monday came, Beck was going back to school. Monday was tomorrow though, and as tired as Beck was feeling, sleeping in sounded so good right now. Taking in some air, Beck needed to clear his head. Opening a window, Beck sniffed the fresh air. This would do, Beck thought. As Beck leaned back in the sofa near the window, he looked around and tried to see if his sisters were in the common room. He was glad that none of the Greybacks were in Ravenclaw. Beck shuddered at the thought of seeing him in this weak state. What he did see was a girl with light red hair in the common room. Beck had clearly seen a werewolf with that color hair in the Shack. He was positive. Of course, he could've been imaging it. Or maybe he wasn't, he couldn't be sure. Most werewolves were brown, black, or even a lighter blonde color. Beck assumed that the person's hair color resembled their coat.

He couldn't help but stare at her and wondered why she looked so familiar. Surely she was a Weasley and had seen her before, but it was something besides that. Beck was positive that none of the Weasley's were werewolves. There was a rumor going around that one may have been turned, but Beck never involved himself in the Weasley gossip. Beck knew that it would come to him eventually, even if it took him the whole time staring at her to figure it out.

tag; violet weasley
muse; maroon 5
notes; let's do this! xD

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[VIOLET MARIELLYN WEASLEY]

My life is brilliant, my love is pure.
I saw an angel, of that I'm sure.

Two days after her first full moon deaf. She decided to spend it in the shack since there were other werewolves there, and a few that would look out for her, like Everett Greyback and Mitchell Wulfe, especially considering the new aspect of transformation. An animal without its hearing was a ridiculous concept. It was basiclally like bait; there was no way it would survive in the wild. So she spent the night in the shack, hiding herself from everyone else. She didn't feel like handling the territorial fights that happened, so she took a room and when anyone came in, she backed herself into the corner submissively. She didn't feel like playing around or doing anything, she just wanted the night to pass. She passed out after a couple of hours and woke up nude and mostly covered by an old blanket. There were some clothes right there for her, thanks to one of her "older brothers".

She got dressed quickly, as it was freezing in the house, despite her slightly warmer temperature. She looked like hell, but mostly ill, not beaten up like she usually did, mostly because she decided to take it easy. The clothes clearly weren't hers, but she was happy that the person at least was considerate enough to get her some. She had had to sneak into the castle with a half ass blanket dress more than once before she got the hang of things. Her hair looked like hell, but she didn't even bother, she felt too weak. She just went up to the hospital wing, got some pumpkin juice from Madam Pomfrey and told her she was going to go sleep in her own dormitory for now. She slept for the next two days straight. She woke up with drool on her pillow and very stiff legs. She slowly got out of bed and did what she did ever morning, snapped her fingers. Some part of her always hoped that she would hear it, but it never changed. She felt the friction in her fingers but not a whisper of a sound.

Violet spent the morning missing her classes, but working on make up work in the common area. The people in Ravenclaw knew how easily she got sick, and most assumed it had to do with her condition that recently happened. No one was even close to guessing that it had to do with being a werewolf. Violet had her back to Beck when he came into the common room. She was sitting on the floor next to a coffee table near the fireplace. She shuddered for a moment when he opened the window, feeling the wind on the back of her neck. It wasn't until she felt eyes on her, and the hairs stood up on the back of her neck that she whipped her head around, her ponytail whipping around fiercely. When she did, she saw Beck Wulfe staring at her. Beck Wulfe was the brother of her friend, Mitchell, and a year older than her, though well known around Ravenclaw as a bit of a player. "What? Why are you staring at me?"

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and I don't know what to do...
Cuz I'll never be with you.

[BECK THADDEUS WULFE]

His eyes were transfixed on her every feature. He looked over her hair the most, knowing very well that that color hair belonged to none other than a Weasley. He was positive he'd seen a wolf who was favored among the rest, but was this Weasley girl that wolf? That could have been anybody! He was truly puzzled and this was a first for Beck. He hated not knowing something, not something particular like this situation, but just in general. He had always been right and was smart enough to know almost everything that was thrown his way. He had to be ahead of everybody else if he wanted to be a powerful wizard one day. He was still trying to work on becoming an Animagus, but that required much more patience and time, none of which Beck had much off. Wandless magic was much easier to learn in a shorter period of time, especially since Beck was a Ravenclaw and had some brains.

Her hair suddenly began to gain life as her head turned towards him. He wanted to look away like he hadn't been staring at her intently, but he kept on staring. Why was he staring at her? She sounded like she needed a reality check and Beck was not happy with the tone she adressed him with. Nobody talked to Beck that way and got away with it. He stood up slowly from his comfortable seat near the open window and didn't take his eyes off of her. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he began to cross the gap between the two. What a typical Weasley temper this woman had, Beck thought. He kept his face as cool as he could, but there was just this slight glare in his eye that he hoped she could see. Oh how he loved the subtle hints of hatred or great dislike. It's what made him intimidating. As he stood over her, he wasn't sure what to do next since he had a couple of choices: bitch at her or straight up ask her if she was the wimpy werewolf being protected by his brother.

Instead he sat down across from her. "Obviously you don't know me. I stare at everybody." Beck said in a matter-of-fact voice. The more he stared at her, the more he saw that her Weasley features weren't ugly at all. In fact, he couldn't stop staring at her eyes. He's never seen such a blue before and he thought the freckles didn't make her look as pasty has he once thought just weeks ago. He wanted to shake his head to get such thoughts out of his head, but obviously Beck wasn't into making a fool of himself, so he tried to mentally push those thoughts away. He wouldn't dare like a Weasley.

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