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Post by Noel Beckett on May 26, 2016 22:53:48 GMT -5
He woke face first in the dirt and his body caterwauled for sleep. Fresh earth- no, mud, and vomit reached his keen nose before his lids lifted from their bed of lashes. Even the cold hard wintertide ground felt like elysium and he pressed his face to the grit, tiny pebbles embedding themselves in his new skin. Letting out an audible gripe, he lifted his head, craning his neck, and blinking away the early morning sunlight that peeked out between treetops before letting his face fall to the dirt again in exhaustion. He felt like he'd been hit by twenty cruciatus curses. Rolling over from his exposed belly he stared up at the sky above. Despite the chill in the air, his raw bare skinned body still glistened with sweat and blood and dirt, dark hair matted to the sides of his unshaven face. Upon moving his hand, it landed in something wet and viscous. Letting his hand roam up to his face he sniffed the goop. Bile, blood, and flesh. He'd been hungry- no, ravenous- A hunger like he'd never experienced before. One that made his insides ache for reprieve. He would have done anything to rid himself of that longing. Frowning, he let his hand drop back down to his side as he recalled the prior evening in vivid detail. It was overwhelming, and Noel wasn't quite sure what to make of it all just yet. Tearing into flesh had never been so exhilarating. Apparently, however, he couldn't stomach the uncooked hare in his human state. He laid like that for several minutes until finally it occurred to him he had class. It felt like an hour that he wandered around the Forbidden Forest defenseless and exposed. Thankfully wherever he'd been had been remote enough that he avoided any run ins with Professors or students. When he did finally find his clothes (or what was left of them) the sun had risen fully above his head. Apparently wolf Noel had fancied his button down as a chew toy, which he left abandoned and shredded on the forest floor. As he neared the edge of the forest he was admittedly dragging his feet, the late stages of fatigue settling into his skin like a handle of whisky to the face. Batty Riggs Judge
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Post by Batty Riggs on May 27, 2016 16:19:06 GMT -5
The events of said dreaded night, had left quite an impression on Batty, although perhaps more so on Noel. Not that she would know, because the past month or so she'd seen little of her dear friend. It seemed he was always just one step ahead of her, if she got to the Great Hall early he wasn't there, when she got there late, he'd already vanished. Once she'd gotten the hint that he was purposefully dodging her, she spent more time with Judge, and they got to talking... and then one night devised a brilliant plan. If Noel wasn't going to make himself readily available to them, then they would simply have to do the job themselves. Out of love, of course. "he's there!!" she whispered loudly to Judge, tugging at his robes to get his attention "Get the ropes, I'll um.. you know" she cast her eyes down, too ashamed to say 'hex him', it felt like an awful word to use for the occasion. It wasn't like they were doing this to spite him. No no no... but some how she could neither find nor think of a more appropriate word to describe hexing your friend unconscious and then tying him up. I'm sorry Noel she thought to herself as she watched him walk past them, a complete mess and thank goodness not naked as she'd feared. She almost felt bad for what was to come.. almost. But he needed an intervention. And with that in mind she stepped out from behind, raising her wand so that she had her wand pointed directly at Noel's back and shouted as clearly as she could muster, "Petricus Totalus" Judge & Noel Beckett
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Post by Judge on May 29, 2016 16:55:22 GMT -5
Judge at his basic core, stripped away from his man whoring and bullying the people of his house, was a decent human being. What happened that night when Noel was attacked shouldn't have ended with Judge letting Noel getting his way, Judge should have reported him for not only his safety but those at the school too. Judge had done wild research since that night (research Noel!) about werewolf's and those they turn. They have no control and are savage.
The second worst part about this secret was sharing it with Batty, she wasn't that bad, but he hoped it couldn't get worse. She shared his view that Noel needed help, either from the Headmaster who fought for the rights of werewolves or a werewolf itself, someone like Noel. Tracking Noel had been a chore itself and regretfully it was after his first change! What if he'd got in or around the students? It pissed Judge off that a Gryffindor was so thoughtless.
However here they were and Batty stepped out hitting Noel in the back with her hex. The teen was hit square in the back, he force and rocked backwards. Judge was quick to catch him and bring him to the ground. He struggled with the rope, "Blast Batty this shite is muggle shite!"
He dropped the rope and pointed his wand at Noel and the next second a rope shot from the tip of his wand wrapping itself around Noel's entire body.
"No more runnin' mate," Judged jabbed at Noel, "We be doin' the talkin' today!"
Inside his robes he pulled out a pair of clothes, "Oh and I brought these jus' in case you were naked or worse."
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Post by Noel Beckett on Jun 2, 2016 22:33:41 GMT -5
It's not that Noel wasn't aware that he was dangerous now. Much more dangerous than the savage he had been prior to that evening out in the Forbidden Forest. As a man, he was as savage as they came, and even Noel feared the monster that lurked just beneath his newly formed anatomy. Especially now, as the preceding night washed over him like a new moons tide, and all the raw human emotions that overflowed his body. Feelings that were so poignant and unusual that Noel doubted he would every feel anything like it again.
But he would. Over and over again. Each month, until his last breath. Or worse, until he was desensitized to it.
Precedent to the full moon, Noel had combed through just as many books and essays in his own spare time, obsessing and becoming depressed with his ill-maintained future. This was perhaps to a greater degree than his friends had done, and he didn't doubt that they did. The nauseating sensation that had blistered in his stomach that night had also afflicted his colleagues, maybe even to a greater degree. It was one thing to suffer yourself, but another thing entirely to watch another suffer- especially someone you cared about.
But whether he readily admitted it or not, Noel had gained an appetite for revenge that evening. He didn't pity the wolf that had did this to him, despite knowing the lack of jurisdiction he had over his own actions. Noel wanted that wolf dead. He wanted to hold his disembodied head high by the scruff of his neck and feel his blood ooze down his arm. He wanted him to pay for what he did to him. A lifetime of suffering simply wasn't enough.
But wolf Noel wasn't so nearly concerned with revenge as human Noel had been, and so his evening, although filled with plenty of recollections of blood and gore, was missing a key component. He had't detected the wolf in question anywhere. He hadn't even looked for him.
And so this was what was on Noel's mind as he did his long labored walk of shape back to the castle. Friendless, wandless, and unsatisfied with the fruits of his eventide. That is at least until he heard a whisper.
But he wasn't given enough time to react, although normally a fair dueler, he was exhausted and defenseless. Who would have the gall to attack a man in such a state?
He fell back, stiff as a board, and heard the two hurried voices, knowing immediately whom they belonged to.
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Post by Batty Riggs on Jun 6, 2016 10:35:35 GMT -5
Batty's eyes widened slightly at Judge's dismay at her rope bringing. She'd always wanted to test out the muggle contraptions she'd seen on those telly-visions muggles loved. In the movies a good rope seemed to work out most situations, it was the necessary addition to a kidnapping. er... not that this was a kidnapping. She tore her eyes away as Judge worked his magic, and tried to think of happy pleasant things to open up with that didn't start with 'so we kidnapped you' or 'we hexed you' or 'listen to us OR ELSE'.. though the last option really didn't seem like something she'd say. But then she never thought she'd ever be the one to hex Noel or contrive a plan so barbaric as tying your friend up. She couldn't help but think Judge's influence was wearing off on her somehow... Nonsense. It'd only been a few weeks..er... month. Once Judge had gotten Noel all tied up and ready to go Batty mustered her best 'it's your birthday face', and stood over to where Noel was laying unconscious. Standing over Noel like that, tied up, and hexed to oblivion she couldn't help but feel something of remorse. Maybe.. maybe they should have had him seated or something??? Was that what was so bothersome with it all? Most likely.."Good news, we aren't here to kill you" Batty affirmed with a stern nod, and gave Judge a small thumbs up, already feeling good about this start in their 'intervention'. It was best the clear the air before he really started to lose it, as she might perhaps. "But bad news is um.. well.. how should I put it. You erm... " she struggled with the words. Trying desperately to keep it nice keep it peaceful. But there was no other way to say it. It had to be said, Batty tore her eyes away from Noel for a moment and laid it out rather plainly, "you can't leave". He really couldn't. Not when he was dodging them, not when he was doing the whole wolf thing by himself. He was a danger to not only himself but the rest of the school. Someone could kill him and poach him for his fur and skin him alive and then all there'd be by day time would be a perfectly skinned human Noel robe for wear.. Or he could just get expelled which was the most probable of the situations.. erm.... right.. "But uh not forever. Just you know. Until we uh 'talk'." Batty hesitated "about what you.. about this.. and the um.. the thing" her eyes began to water, it was hard enough to go through all this, but for him to not say a word.. to just lay there silently. It wasn't like Noel to just lay there silently, she'd seen him at his worst, or at least thought so. The silence was numbing, worse than anything he could say. She could feel her heart racing, mind spinning as she tried to grip with the situation at hand, completely unaware that the silence was merely a product of being hexed and not some passive aggressive acts of hatred, though it wasn't to say Noel wasn't completely fuming. "Oh god Judge" she whimpered and flung himself at the slytherin who once terrified the living bajeebus out of her but now felt more like a friend than anything else. She whimpered into his sleeve, leaving soggy wet tear stains, "look at him he wont talk he hates us... he he hates me. I .. I knew this was a terrible idea" She didn't. Actually she thought it was a brilliant idea, it might have been judge who thought it was a terrible idea, but dealing with her for weeks on end had given him little incentive to think about good or bad ideas and more incentive to think up ways to rid her, not that she'd noticed. ( Judge & Noel Beckett )
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Post by Judge on Jun 7, 2016 15:32:25 GMT -5
Batty was a mess, he felt she had a deeper meaning of friendship for Noel, that right now he'd have to be the level headed one. He patted her on the back sneaking a wink at Noel.
"Look mate I ain't one fer' sugar coatin' things so don' get pissy or I leave yeh' like this," Judge said as he pushes Batty away, "What's goin' on is serious business and I fer' one can't let you be wha' yeh' are so close to tha' school! Being a half breed werewolf isn't a fun project, yeh' can't control it and what if next time," he looked to Batty, "You kill or turn a student? I won't have tha' on my hands."
Judge had a serious tone in each word, "And if you don' wan' yer' family knowing they have a mongrel in the family you'd heed my words to find someone like you and learn. Take some fookin' responsibility mate!" Judge smiled this time taking Batty in for a hug, "Plus she's been a mess Noel, botherin' me and shite. But I don't mind tah' comfort a good dear friend, right Batty?"
Judge had no attraction to Batty, but he enjoyed jabbing Noel so lowly as pay back for his wreckless behavior.
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Post by Noel Beckett on Jun 9, 2016 20:38:01 GMT -5
Had Noel been able to move, he probably would have torn Judge’s head straight from his body... or at least, like, struggled against the ropes a bit until he decided he was too tired and gave up. The petrification was wholly unnecessary, seeing as Noel was already at his most vulnerable, and now he friends were... what? Holding some kind of impromptu intervention? Not that he could blame from for the ropes or the hex. His temper wasn’t exactly the most low-key trait of his.
And he would have responded as well. He would have fought them, and then told them they were right, and then fought them again. In truth, Noel was too tired to think about what had happened or even make up his bloody mind. He had gone out into the woods with a clear set of intentions, but he hadn’t realized that jurisdiction over his own body would also go out the window. He hadn’t anticipated the strength of his own instincts. He also hadn’t realized how liberating it would be either. All this time he’d been writing flipping poetry to try and quell the beast inside, when the truth was this had offered Noel more release than writing ever had.
But maybe that beast was locked inside for a reason?
He blinked once, then twice, staring at his two friends, who had clearly forgotten about the hex they had set on him only moments ago. Batty was a mess. Judge was a douche. If it were possible for eyeballs to sigh in exasperation, then his were doing just that. He closed them and listened helplessly as his friends droned on. When judge mentioned his family they opened again, as if to say, Good. Fucking tell them.
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Post by Batty Riggs on Jun 9, 2016 21:36:35 GMT -5
Batty stumbled slightly as Judge pushed her aside, leaving her with nothing to press her soggy tear soaked face on. She wiped them away desperately with her knuckles and tried as she could to get herself together and back up judge as they'd planned. Balancing the spice with some sugar.. a seemingly perfect pair to encounter in an intervention, was it not?
"y-yeah" she sniffled, her voice almost inaudible "n-no sugar.. no killin--" but just as she finished the last part of her feeble attempt to back Judge up on her points, he had pulled her into an embrace.. loving??? comforting??? she wasn't sure, but she felt hot, and sweaty and her face burned a deep shade of red, almost violet. She'd never imagined.. not here.. with... in front of.. Noel. She gulped and snuck a quick glance at Noel who did little more than sit there and blink. oh god. how embarrassing.
"r-right.." she mumbled and pulled herself out of the hug and carefully took two steps back.
right..
OH.. RIGHT. "It's the hex." she gaped. How stupid, how absolutely stupid to forget about it. It was no wonder he'd never said a word since, he couldn't. She immediately pulled her own wand out, and awkwardly tapped it at Noel mumbling "finite incantatem. Sorry I... I don't usually.. hex people" she cast her eyes away. She couldn't help but relish in the fact that she'd been able to successfully hex someone given that she'd never done it before, even if that someone was a friend. or ex-friend. ugh.
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Post by Noel Beckett on Jun 27, 2016 21:29:20 GMT -5
Noel's neck went slack and his limbs relaxed within their bindings but Noel kept his eyes closed for a few seconds longer, nearly dozing off despite the bindings that cut into his robust limbs, which were likely tighter than necessary seeing as Judge had been responsible for their conjuring. Shifting uncomfortably beneath their pressure he finally opened his eyes, staring up at the treetops with a tired but rather surly expression knitted over his dirty features. Beneath the light glaze of sweat and dirt he was not left unmarked. Souvenirs of the evening had left their impression on his cultured pureblood countenance from bruising to blush grazings that he had etched into his face during his changeover. It was a shame really. Despite being violent, Noel had a surprisingly unsullied appearance. In fact, he was quite pretty, but it was a quality that would wear over the years, especially now, as white lines would carve up his pale features as a cruel reminder of monster he'd become.
Evenly, he cleared his throat. "You jackasses can untie me. I don't have my wand," he projected, though his voice was gravelly and lacked the usual arrogant force that so often graced his lips. He was a pale apparition of the virile young lion, beaten down by the cruel happenchance of life.
"The only student I'll kill is you if you fucking continue playing your smarmy bullshit games with Batty, you bleeding twat," he continued strenuously, but his voice cracked slightly towards the end. He swallowed and turned his head to look at the two of them, namely, in Batty's direction, and glared.
"I really appreciate your timing. Really... kind... and supportive of you both. Not only did I get to break and unbreak my entire body, but all my closest friends are here to watch me grovel my way back to the castle."
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Post by Batty Riggs on Jun 29, 2016 13:36:12 GMT -5
Batty trembled slightly at Noels comments. Watch him grovel back to the castle? Is that what he thought they were here to do? She cast a look in Judge's direction and then back at Noel, wasn't it obvious what they were trying to do here?
"No" she added rather curtly at his demands that they untie him. The ties weren't there because they were afraid of him, no. On the contrary, they were there to keep him from walking away. She knew the moment they let him go was the moment he'd head for the castle and close himself off in the common rooms and then there would be no time to really speak with him in private without fear of the other students overhearing them. No. She loved her friend dearly but not enough to get swayed into such a situation.
"But I could loosen them a bit" she added helpfully and whispered an incantation to allow the ropes to slacken just enough so that they weren't digging into his skin, but enough to keep him from getting away. "better?" she smiled at Noel awkwardly and pocketed her wand. Judge was standing there beside her like an enforcer which strangely provided her with a sense of comfort and ease in talking with Noel, something she'd thought would be impossible to do after.. after that night.
"Don't be so dramatic. We aren't here to watch you grovel. We're your friends. We just wanna.... talk" she gulped and tugged at the hem of her robe awkwardly, her eyes cast down as she breached the topic "Like... like why you're avoiding me." she felt her cheeks burn red as she finally realized that the thing that bothered her most about the whole ordeal was that she'd seemed to lose a friend in it all. "I mean us. You know Judge and how he just loves to be around you. All that charming snarkiness is really missing in his life" she began in a lame attempt to convince Noel that she wasn't talking about herself.
She sniffed slightly "He also can't help but feel that it's his fault."
Because it is.
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Post by Noel Beckett on Jul 13, 2016 21:30:23 GMT -5
Batty's words threw Noel for a loop, throwing an incredulous wide-eyed look in the Badger's direction as it became all too clear what this little mediation was actually all about. While Judge's concerns may have been warranted, Batty had an entirely different agenda that was made clear with her commentary on just how much.... "Judge" ...missed him. And while there was something in Noel that wanted to soften to the burden that Batty now bore, he was tired. And worn out. And not... entirely himself. Who he even was these days was wholly up for debate as well. There was a part of Noel that cared deeply for Batty and was viciously protective of the red-haired loon, this version of Noel tied up and rawly human gave way to his selfish side. One that he hadn't let free in quite some time.
"Oh, I don't know Batty, maybe JUDGE feels that way because it is his fault. Maybe that's the reason I've been avoiding... JUDGE this entire time. Meanwhile JUDGE is so upset about what might have happened in the forest that night, I'm dealing with the very real consequences that I'll have to live with... for the rest of my life," his voice raised and with a great heave of his abdominals he was sitting upwards, still incapacitated by the ropes that wound around his overtaxed limbs. His shoulders shirked forwards and his head hung as he struggled irritably against his bindings. With gritted teeth he continued, but his words were choked and different.
"Judge should probably know just how scared I was- I am. And I... I didn't want to say anything I didn't mean to him. I-I'm not myself Batts. I'm a monster now," he grieved weepily.
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Post by Judge on Aug 1, 2016 18:39:05 GMT -5
Judge couldn't take it anymore and with a flick of his wand the ropes fell away, "I missed yeh lad, missed enough to waste me mornin' fer her to come talk to yer'selfishly high born stubborn arse."
The tall lanky Slytherin put his wand away and was now standing over Noel with closed fists, "I wan' tah bust yer mouth right now but again that be a waste of me time. My fault? I told yeh two wanks to leave the tent tha'night? Fuck sakes of the Jaysus I guess I paid the bloody wolf to attack too?"
Judge was pissed and ready to fight but he looked back over his shoulder at Batty a strange feeling came over him, "You know who has been dealin' with her since tha' night? Me. Listening to her fears as she does mine about you? Me! Guess who hasn't been a prick and avoided either of you? ME NOEL! WHILE YOU PLAY PITY SELFISH BOY! Stand up yah wanker and let's settle it right 'ere lad," he spat while staring holes through Noel, "Batty deserves better mate, better than some arsehole so absorbed in his head that he can't see his friends trying to help him," he took Battys hand, "If you don't wanna watch I suggest yeh go back to the castle because he really isn't goin'to be himself when I'm done."
Letting go Judge walks away from them, "Come on get up!"
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Post by Batty Riggs on Aug 18, 2016 20:57:28 GMT -5
Cue in the dramatic tear felt hug and insistence that no, noel.. you're NOT a monster. You're just.. different.
Except. That didn't quite happen. For just as Batty stepped forward, eyes brimming with heartfelt tears, Judge had taken on a completely different stance. One that probably suited a manly mindset, or some idea of it. An idea she'd never even dare to think could somehow make the situation better. A fight? RIght now??? after all this? Startled she returned a dumbstruck look into Judge's eyes as he held her by the hand tenderly.
"w-w-when you're done?" she repeated... just as dumbstruck as the look on her face. What did that even mean anyway? Did judge mean to kill him?!?!?!
Oh god.. no..
Batty quickly scurried after Judge, tugging at the back of his robes incessantly in some desperate attempt to stop him or or ... annoy him enough to make him possibly forget his absurd plan.
"Wait. I don't think this is a great idea. Look he looks fine. I forgive him he forgives me. We're.." Batty hesitated for a moment before forcing the word out as awkwardly as one might in their assurance that yes, they were the best friends with the Queen of England "good." she nodded "And he's freed and good and we're all good so. so... no fights." she smiled desperately "right?" she inquired, turning to Noel in hopes of him catching the drift. Even if he was still boiling with rage.
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Post by Noel Beckett on Sept 8, 2016 22:16:45 GMT -5
t/w noel's potty mouth again
When the ropes fell away Noel sat up slowly, too tired to rush the affair of his post-ambush recovery. Husky shouldered rounded inelegantly as he slouched forward and brought his legs up resting his bloodied elbows on each throbbingly sore kneecap. He opened his mouth to thank Judge with some sarcastic quip, but stopped short as the Irishman began spewing his own class of indecipherable bullshit. He eyed the clenched fist with a tired but derisive expression.
Fuckin' really?
As Judge called for a fight and Batty tried to reason with the Slytherin Noel slowly stood, wobbling on doe legs for a moment before finally steadying himself. He could have told Judge he was wrong, called him a wanker, told him he was bampot for not recognizing what was clearly sarcasm. The entire ordeal was so painfully obvious that it was Batty's fault that all he could do was stand there and laugh as the Slytherin boiled with testosterone fueled rage. His laughter was unsettling though, as his position was of no laughing matter. Judge was right. Noel was being a selfish prick, but if that's what it took to preserve whatever shred of himself the terrified boy in him felt slipping away, then he would preserve that selfish streak for as long as he could.
And suddenly he was making lumbering headway towards Judge, drunk with fatigue and desperate to wake up from whatever nightmare he was in.
"Right then, do it!" he suddenly bellowed deep from within his gut, stopping only inches away from Judge's face. His dark eyes wide and frantic. "Fucking hit me you low life piece of shit. Go ahead. I want you to. I hope you beat me to a fucking pulp. I hope I never wake up, because trust me, that sounds like one HELL of a better option than going through what I just went through again and again... and again and again and again," he seethed, teeth grit, a fresh beading of sweat forming at his temples.
"I am so so fucking sorry you had to deal with that," an arm outstretched towards Batty, his index finger pointing in her direction, whatever she was saying lost to him. "But let me tell you something lover boy, I DOUBT you would want to trade places with me... but I'm the selfish piece of shit, right?"
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