Nyx M Treassa
GRYFFINDOR
5TH YEAR
Wolves dine on anything when they are hungry. She fed from me.
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Post by Nyx M Treassa on May 14, 2009 17:49:43 GMT -5
She often referred to the beast in her head like it was a separate entity, but the reality was it was just a piece of her. It was a very honest and raw piece that made itself apparent during fights and the very few moments of kissing and flesh. Right now it was belly up in surrender to the Hufflepuff’s delightful laugh, and Nyx knew that she’d be belly up too, if she didn’t walk on two legs.
“Uh… S’alrigh’.” Nyx offered a bit of a sheepish smile and tried smoothing her shirt out a little. Unfortunately it was of no use, since she pretty much dressed sloppy every day. Maybe she’d learn to properly tie her tie… Emerald eyes blinked owlishly at her hand, the one that had been gently gripped, as tingles crawled up her arm. “Hn,” Nyx sounded almost surprised and began following. “Yer hands’r soft…”
It settled comfortably in her chest that Gwen would be holding her hand, though she was still worried someone would see. They might target Gwen if they saw her with her… But she wouldn’t let them do anything. Nyx would stand as her guardian, and if Gwen wanted to protect her Nyx would definitely protect her back. It was only fair, after all!
“Ah… M’firs’ class is Care o’ magical creatures.”
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