Post by geethanjali amaryllis root on Oct 31, 2021 10:45:05 GMT -7
September 14, 2019
Sligo, Ireland
Sligo, Ireland
The past week had been a process of choking down a potion she had never had to take before, following the strictest instructions she'd ever dealt with for anything of the sort. Normally, Geethanjali thought, she could take potions without thinking about them or having her parents hovering over her as she took them, but this Wolfsbane Potion was different. Everything was so precise; she had to take it every single day for the seven days leading up to the full moon, and she couldn't even mix it with anything to make it taste better.
That night would be the full moon, her first since she had woken up and realized that she was in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, all the way in London. Geethanjali still didn't want to believe that she had become a werewolf herself. Apart from the potions, the obvious scar from the bite wound to her shoulder, and the absolute terror that had come over her when she had seen the Healers first and not her parents, she didn't feel any different—a little bit nauseated, maybe, but that was it. She especially didn't know how her body was supposed to transform into its werewolf form, even though she'd been surrounded by Druid Animagi for as long as she could remember.
As the full moon drew nearer, Geethanjali was surprised to find that both of her parents stayed with her. She was afraid of hurting either of them and cried as she told them as much, but they reassured her that they weren't going to leave her to go through her transformation alone. Having heard plenty of stories about how werewolves got locked up or chained to objects for their own protection and that of others, Geethanjali had assumed the worst. Surely, she had thought, she would be subjected to something similar.
With her parents' reminder that she had taken the Wolfsbane Potion for so many days straight in order to make the transformation easier on her, Geethanjali knew that she had to be brave. She wished that she hadn't gone to play in the forest and that she could have avoided being bitten in the first place, but she didn't have that option. She could only watch as she began to transform into a wolf against her will, her crying turning into canine whining before she eventually fell asleep.
That night would be the full moon, her first since she had woken up and realized that she was in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, all the way in London. Geethanjali still didn't want to believe that she had become a werewolf herself. Apart from the potions, the obvious scar from the bite wound to her shoulder, and the absolute terror that had come over her when she had seen the Healers first and not her parents, she didn't feel any different—a little bit nauseated, maybe, but that was it. She especially didn't know how her body was supposed to transform into its werewolf form, even though she'd been surrounded by Druid Animagi for as long as she could remember.
As the full moon drew nearer, Geethanjali was surprised to find that both of her parents stayed with her. She was afraid of hurting either of them and cried as she told them as much, but they reassured her that they weren't going to leave her to go through her transformation alone. Having heard plenty of stories about how werewolves got locked up or chained to objects for their own protection and that of others, Geethanjali had assumed the worst. Surely, she had thought, she would be subjected to something similar.
With her parents' reminder that she had taken the Wolfsbane Potion for so many days straight in order to make the transformation easier on her, Geethanjali knew that she had to be brave. She wished that she hadn't gone to play in the forest and that she could have avoided being bitten in the first place, but she didn't have that option. She could only watch as she began to transform into a wolf against her will, her crying turning into canine whining before she eventually fell asleep.
