Anthony ran up to his dorm, grabbing the kit and running back down.
He opened it up and pulled out a small jar with a mixture of
distant and silver powder. "Might need this. Helps stop the
bleeding on werewolf bites. I don't know if it works for the claws
though, doesn't hurt to try."
*Samton was waiting for her there. He kept his mind open until the
time he had killed the death eater. That would be satisfactory
enough, he knew.* "I'm glad you came. I didn't want to have
everyone know about that. I know, I know, anyone who bears The Mark
may be killed by anyone who doesn't. I just don't want to be seen
differently, you know. I don't want to have anyone know I...
killed..." *Samton's eyes swelled up. For once, he wasn't faking
it.* "I'm... I'm sorry. I don't want my brother to see me as this
murderer. I'd still rather do everything without bloodshed..."
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Anthony bit his lip, rubbing at his arm. "I, uh... I have...
experience with them." He groaned, throwing his face into his
palms. "Because I'm the werewolf that attacked you."
Holly stops. She sits down next to Anthony. She doesn't say
anything. She pats him on the back. "You want something for your
bites and scratches?" she asks, referring to the marks her leopard
form teeth had made.
His smile has a grip on me <3
Agent Fallows, signing out~
Anthony took in a sharp breath, flinching away from her touch.
Slowly though he started to settle down. "Uhm... no it's fine..."
he trailed off. He glanced at her, "I'm sorry I did that."
In the morning, first thing Suvansh did was to go to McGonagall and
ask her about the werewolves. She said that they were students and
were safe now. (Let's say Misty/Samton did something).
"All truly positive thoughts, yes. The death of a patronus is
extremely disheartening. I try to, however, substitute my lost
positive feelings with absence of negative ones. I'm running on
guilt. It's hard, but there is no curing it, unfortunately. "
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"I'm afraid you're not helping it. That's true. I instead run based
on my moral compass alone." *Samton replies. No matter how many
snarls he got, he never once changed his cool countenance.*
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