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Mar 14, 2019 9:32:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2019 9:32:14 GMT -7
(TRIGGER WARNING because this is Sarah and she likes hurting people a little too much.)
One of the employees at Claustrum de Lupus held a vial of Wolfsbane potion. Sarah, recently expelled from Hogwarts, stood cross armed, glaring at the employee.
”Y-your supposed t-t-to take it,” said the employee, the vial held a little higher though their hand was beginning.
”No,” was Sarah’s reply.
”But… But the m-m-ministry said-” Sarah didn’t let him finish that sentence. She snatched the vial with one hand, and grabbed the man’s throat with the other. The vial, stopper already removed by the employee a few moments before, was then rammed down his throat. Yes, the vial, not just contents. The man immediately began to choke. She kept her hand over his mouth so he could try to spit out the vial. Several agonizing moments of his feeble gargles, his facing turning blue, then purple. And then… he went limp. Sarah released him, the employee’s body crumpling to the ground.
”I’ll never take that potion again,” Sarah said as she stepped over his body and out of the ‘hotel room’. It wasn’t really though, it was more like a prison cell. The second floor of Claustrum de Lupus was ironically called a Werewolf inn, a place transforming werewolves could go and be locked up so they didn’t hurt people during the full moon. Most of these werewolves came willingly, though regardless of if they took the wolfsbane potion or not they were always locks in, probably for those few that weren’t able to take the potion regularly enough to be effective or those like Sarah that preferred not to take the potion at all.
They’d wanted to lock her up, to put her in a cage. Now they’d find out what happened when the beast was let out. Sarah unlocked all the doors she walked past, doors to rooms already occupied by werewolves.
A lone howl of pain, and the first of the many werewolves had begun their transformation. Then others followed. Sarah started to grin and had just reached the stairs that led down to the first floor of Claustrum de Lupus when her transformation hit her. Her own howl joined the others as all her bones changes. Some elongated, some shortened, some broke and reshaped themselves entirely. Despite the pain Sarah was still grinning. Dark fur sprouted all over her body, her hands and feet turned to paws, and soon a large dark wolf stood in her place. She howled once more, this time in victory.
The hunt was about to begin.
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