BuckbeakBuckbeak trotted heavily through the Forbidden Forest, chasing a rabbit, his scaly front feet cracked branches whilst his hoofed back were much lighter and nimbler.
One of the more rude inhabitants of the forest leapt in his path, Buckbeak's wing's fell forward and out of place as he skidded to a halt. The Jarvey sat upon its hind legs and let off a stream of insults at Buckbeak whilst looking him right in the eye. Buckbeak was most displeased with this creature disrespecting him like this, he shook his proud head and stood up to his full height too, and stamped his front right, clawed foot menacingly, snapped his beak and flapped his wings to make himself seem bigger.
The Jarvey seemed to realise his mistake and shot one last insult before scampering off. If Hippogriffs could smile, I am sure that Buckbeak would have been grinning from ear to ear, he kept his wings spread and used his sharp beak to nip off a pesky insect. He longed to fly but he had to be nearby for Hagrid. He heard t
Mrs NorrisMrs Norris sat cleaning her paws, her back arched neatly and her tail wrapped around her; she struck a proud shadow from the flickering torches against the cold stone walls.
She fixed her lamp-like eyes on a pair of suspicious students; they immediately stopped giggling and turned back. Mrs Norris was, and knew she was, untouchable. If she was so much as looked at the wrong way, Filch would have that person in detention.
She loved her Master and he loved her, they had an unexplainable connection, he would appear when she wanted and vice versa. She enjoyed what she did although the students didn't.
She stood and arched her back stretching and flexing her claws, she moved off content that she was clean enough. Her paws made no noise just like her shadow.
She sighted a rat, with bald patches- the Weasley rat, and prowled after it, getting low to the ground, she stalked it for a while, she pounced but the rat saw her hurtling through the air like an arrow and scampered off and out of sight
DumbledoreDumbledore sat in his office, many things going through his mind, but if you will bear in mind that many things to Dumbledore is completely unfathomable to us mere mortals, we are unable to even imagine the sheer events going on within the deepest chasms of his bottomless, vast and all-knowing mind, generating order from chaos and solving many puzzles and problems resulting, as many people may know, in Dumbledore speaking in riddles.
Anyway back from the storm in the teacup that is Dumbledore's mind, we go back to him sitting in his office listening to the babble of the portraits around his room, and he rubbed his eyes feeling a migraine in the making, he would have to go and see Madam Pomfrey about that later if it proceeded. He opened his eyes hesitantly and looked towards his glorious Phoenix, Fawkes, his scarlet and gold plumage gleaming in the light streaming in from the window. He marvelled at how he could simply snooze in this noise, but, then again, he was used to it.
Back to t
LupinHe felt it the week preceding the moon, the time when his host's body weakened allowing him to break free, the moon made the skin wafer-like and he grew strong. Every night he would test the boundaries trying to escape and eat the others around him, but the moon did not give him the sufficient energy he needed....yet. But she broke free like he once a month and they could be together.
His host went about his daily activities with his three other good friends, how tedious this life was, when he could be out hunting. But he put up with it
The day of the full moon arrived, and he felt strong. He felt his own strength growing and his host's weakening, it was truly glorious, he managed to make the host talk with hostility and with snappiness at all, which was fun, but not the same as being fully in control.
He waited deep within the DNA of his host knowing that with every hour he was growing closer to be being free. At dinner, the boy ate nothing, the beast wanted to f
MauriceEarly one evening, during a particularly haggard winter, a young police officer undercover was making his way through the dark, grungy alleyways of the city, he breath rose in whirls before him, it froze as soon as it left his lungs, and he could feel it too. He carefully picked his way around ice patches, looking left then right, making sure he had lost his tail, this was his first undercover op, it could not go wrong, his career depended on it.
He was heading for an old block of offices- the residence of his target, Maurice. Maurice controlled much of the underground goings on like drug shipping, but he also did hired kidnapping, which was the main reason our young officer found himself wrapped up in what must be thousands of layers outdoors on such a bitter night. It was his job to hire Maurice so they could catch him, like any powerful man, he never got his hands dirty, but this operation could change all that.
The offices loomed into view, slightly greyer than the sky behind them;