patrick michael finnigan

Paddy | 7th year | Slytherin

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vxlpetrov:

       It takes the beast very little time at all to find him. Not many humans wonder        this deep into her forest, so his scent is easy to follow. The other creatures        in the forest hurry out of her way, knowing how unwise it is to get in the path        of a wolf on the hunt. And it has been so long since she has had a human to        hunt. The girl normally takes her too deep into the forest, leaving the beast to        sate herself by scratching at her own skin. But this is so much better. She slows        to a stop only a few hundred feet from where he is, yellow eyes honing in on the        pale skin under the moon; pale human skin. Her claws twitch just at the thought        and a low growl rumbles from in her chest as she picks up her pace once again.        Werewolves have never been known as patient creatures.        He shouldn’t have looked back. He should have just started running as soon        as he heard her. But he doesn’t and she’s upon him within moments, claws        finding purchase in his arms and legs as she throws him to the ground. Already        the beast can feel his blood against her skin, and she looks down at him for the        briefest moment, before she snarls and sinks her teeth into his shoulder.

It hurts. 

Nothing has ever hurt this much. Jesus, he thinks deliriously, make it stop, the thoughts disjointed because the pain demands his focus so absolutely and immediately, somebody, anybody, make it stop. Somebody’s screaming; a distant part of him knows that it must be him but that voice doesn’t sound like him, it’s too high and strained to be him. He’s thrashing, but that’s only forcing the teeth in deeper, only tearing at his flesh even worse. His blood’s too hot as it soaks the ground beneath him, making his shirt stick to his skin and peel away painfully as he writhes in agony. He lets out a wordless howl as its teeth--her teeth seem to almost grind against his bones. “Valerie.” 

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mayacross:

Maya’s gaze went cold and she lowered her broom to the grass so she could cross her arms over her chest instead. ‘’Speaking of nasty little things,’’ she said in a sugary sweet voice, her head tilting to the side and eyebrows drawing together in a mocking look of concern. He wasn’t the only one who had heard and created rumors. ‘’How’s Beth doing these days? Last I heard she’d gained at least a good four stone overnight. Before being whisked away to France, of course.’’

Paddy practically snarled as he took a step towards Maya. “Don’t you fucking dare--” He cut himself off, taking in a deep, shaky breath and forcing himself to retreat back two steps. His hand curled around his wand without thought and he had it pointed at her for a few heartbeats before he actually registered that he did. “Don’t talk about Beth like you know anything about her, you fucking cow. You can shut your mouth, or I can shut it for you. And believe me, I’d love to. I’ll send you back to your brother in a matchbox if you push me.” 

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vxlpetrov:

      He has so much faith in her, more faith than she has ever had in herself. Her hand       curls into a fist in his shirt and she briefly presses her forehead to his shoulder, a       harsh sob leaving her lips. She can only nod in response to his words, trembling       where she stands. Green eyes follow him as he disappears back into the forest,       praying to everyone and everything she can think of that he makes it out. Then she       hears the cracking, pain blinding her as she falls to her knees, her cry echoing around       the trees. She can feel herself slipping away with each passing moment, until it takes       over completely. Where small, dainty hands once were now are claws. Lips pulls back       in a low snarl, revealing deadly fangs. She sniffs the air, human clothes lay in tatters on       the ground, but she is familiar with that scent. No. She can smell a new human in the       forest now. So the beast stands and shakes herself off before running after him.

The back of his neck is prickling with the feeling of being watched.

He rolls his shouders back as he walks, tries to shake off the sensation of being followed, even though, considering where he is, being followed isn’t entirely out of the question. But he doesn’t want to dwell on the fact that there’s probably some creature or another stalking him as he makes his way back through the trees, towards where he thinks the party is. Paddy has to stop though, when the feeling grows overwhelming, and he fumbles for his wand. His hands shake but he manages to murmur the spell and his silvery hawk comes bursting from the end of his wand, carrying a message to a trusted friend. Molly’ll come, if she can get away, if she can find him. 

A sound behind him has his eyes widening, breath hitching painfully, and he whirls, staggering backwards with a ragged gasp. 

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vxlpetrov:

      The fact that he doesn’t leave immediately surprises her. She wants to hug and       push him away at the same time. But she doesn’t do either. There are tears rolling       down her face as she looks at him, she’s so scared. The shift is always a terrifying       experience, but now with Paddy here…she didn’t know what she would do if she       hurt him. “But you might get hurt Paddy…” Her voice is weak, just a whimper. Despite       her protest she doesn’t resist as he begins to pull her further into the forest, hands       gripping him tightly as more bones begin to pop out of place and grind against each       other. There’s a painful rolling in her chest and she wheezes, “It’s…it’s getting close.”

“I don’t care,” he replies simply and he means it; the possibility of getting hurt is a minor detail, especially in comparison to what Valerie’s about to go through. He winces every time one of her joints pops or grind together, and he has to grit his teeth against the bile that wants to crawl up his throat. “It’ll be alright, Val,” he murmurs, rubbing her arm in what he hopes is a comforting way. “You’re not alone, yeah? And I know you wouldn’t...you aren’t going to hurt me.” He waits until they’re deep enough in the forest before he helps her lean against a tree. “I’m going to go back and see if I can clear out the party.” He probably won’t be able to, if X has anything to say about it. “I’ll come find you tomorrow.” And that’s how he leaves her. He can’t help but stop and look back once he’s gotten a fair distance away.

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vxlpetrov:

      The way his hands grip her upper arms steadies her for a moment. (She’ll       never admit it, but it’s the first time she’s fallen and someone’s been there       to catch her.) Her heart is hammering painfully against her ribcage and her       lungs constrict, every passing moment the moon getting higher and higher.       Valerie stumbles again as they move toward the trees, but thanks to Paddy’s       strong grip on her she manages to get her footing once more. She’s glad to       be hidden by trees, but she’s still far too close for comfort to the party, and       more importantly, Paddy. As if to warn her about the impending transformation       there’s a sickening popping sound from one of her shoulders, and she gasps       in pain, but she needs to focus. Her eyes meet Paddy’s, “You need to get out       of here. I’m going to keep going into the forest, get as far away from everyone       as I can. But you need to get out of here. Please.”

“I’m not just gonna leave you, Valerie.” He’s appalled by the very thought and he shakes his head, vehement. Paddy knows the risks, doing this, of course he does. He’s heard all the horror stories about werewolf attacks, about people being torn apart and permanently scarred. But he knows for a fact that Valerie’s never had anyone to help her through his before, and why can’t he be the first? “Look, I’m going to take you as far as I can before I absolutely need to leave your side and you aren’t going to get rid of me til then. Now, come on.” He started pulling her along again, mindful of the shoulder that had made the sickening popping sound. 

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       “Paddy!” The relief when she sees him through the crowd is instantaneous. With        the most recent X letter clutched tightly in her shaking hand she begins pushing        through the others, towards him, stumbling when she finally reaches him and only        steadying herself moments away from hitting his chest. Valerie opens her mouth to        speak, but is cut off by a ripple of pain, her free hand clutching her shirt as her        whole body trembles. “Help…me…” Is all she can manage through clenched teeth,        holding out the now crinkled X letter for him to see, her eyes beginning to glass over        with tears, “Paddy I can’t-I can’t be here.” Her hand moves to his chest as she sways        on the spot, steadying herself, “I didn’t…I didn’t know who else to go to.”

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In all honesty, the full moon had been the furthest thing from his mind when he’d tromped out into the Forbidden Forest earlier that night. He’d been too consumed with thoughts of X and of Beth; he’d written to her just last week and had finally, finally heard back. So, when Val practically stumbles into his arms, he catches her reflexively, fingers curling around her upper arms lightly. “Whoa--” is all he manages before she’s speaking. He listens rapty, eyes widening in horrified realisation. He ignores the letter -- he already knows what it says -- and it flutters to the ground. He begins to pull her in the direction of the trees, thankful that no one’s seen them. “Right, come on, we’ll...we’ll go, yeah? Get you away from all these people.” 

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mayacross:

Maya gave a roll of her eyes and felt a sense of satisfaction when he looked away before she went very still when he shot back. She was pretty sure if it wasn’t so dark outside, he could see the color drain from her face. That was… Too close to home. ‘’You don’t know what you’re talking about, Finnigan,’’ she said in a quiet voice. ‘’You better back off.’’

“Hit a nerve, did I, Cross?” Paddy sneered, taking a few cautious steps closer to the girl. “You know, all those...nasty little things...people say about the two of you...they really aren’t hard to believe.” Of course, he didn’t actually believe any of the rumours he liked to facilitate , because....well, there just wasn’t any way they could be true, was there? 

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scorpm:

Scorpius’ breath caught in his throat and he went very still when Paddy kissed him. Paddy had kissed him. He’d actually kissed him. Talking was definitely the last thing on his mind anymore. Scorpius had only had one kiss before and it had been in the dark with a muggle boy he’d met on vacation last year. This was definitely not that. He sort of felt like everything was spinning in those few seconds Paddy’s lips were against his before he was gone again and Scorpius couldn’t help but make a soft, strangled noise of protest. His cheeks immediately went hot with embarrassment. ‘’I want,’’ he blurted out, which, yeah, definitely did nothing for the state of his flushed and he was sure Paddy would see how lame the younger boy was and leave any moment, ‘’I mean-’’ He cut himself off with a huff. He was just going to dig his hole even deeper and he really did want Paddy to do more than that. So, he decided to actually act instead. His hand came up to curl at the back of Paddy’s neck, pulling and leaning in to brush their lips together again, this time firmer, but definitely less coordinated. If he didn’t chase him off with his words, he’d just do it with his inexperience, it would seem.

He couldn’t help but chuckle into the kiss, the sound bubbling up from his throat without his permission; Scorpius obviously favoured enthusiasm over technique but he wasn’t going to hold it over the other. His hand came up to mirror the position of Scorpius’s, curling gently around the nape of his neck. He tilted his head, adjusting the angle of the kiss so it was less of a frenzied clash of lips and more a slow, soft thing. Before he pulled away, he let his teeth graze over the other boy’s bottom lip, corners of his mouth twitching up into something that wasn’t quite a smile, but wasn’t a smirk, either. It hadn’t been the best kiss he’d ever had, not by a mile, but it hadn’t been a bad one. Paddy ran a thumb over Scorpius’s cheek, bumping their noses together in an uncharacteristically tender gesture. “Glad you finally caught on, mate,” he murmured, “Thought I was gonna have to shout it from the Astronomy Tower for you to get the bloody message.” 

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flowersofivy:

“Well, because seeing as you don’t own this seat and if you ever took your nose out of that book, you’d notice there’s nowhere else for me to sit.” Ivy smiled widely. She understood everyone was stressed, but she also knew they all needed a breather, because everyone’s rudeness was only putting more strain in the halls.

Paddy pursed his lips against the instinctive snarkiness that wanted to burst out of him and fixed the girl with a hard stare. He held up his textbook after a moment of debate. “I’m trying to study incredibly difficult potion recipes, because I’d actually like to do well in my NEWTs. As long as you don’t make a pain in the arse out of yourself and bother me, you can sit here.” 

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bitxfadick:

He can’t help the sick sense of joy he gets seeing Patrick so obviously effected by his words. He tuts softly, “You better watch that mouth of yours, friend. You might disturb some of the children, or even worse, pass it on to your kid.” He considers pushing further, seeing how far he can push Patrick before he snaps completely. But he values his life, and decides to save that venture for some other day. Instead he just snickers and shakes his head before stepping back, turning his attention back to the game, “Why don’t you go back to the common room and cool off Patrick.”

“Think I will,” Paddy muttered, deliberately slamming his shoulder into Alfie’s as he pushed his way through the crowd. He felt a hand catch his sleeve but he shook off Molly’s gentle concern; it was galling, made him feel like he was going to burst out of his skin. He did return to the common room, remaining curled up in his spot by the fire until the rest of his house started to filter back in. He retreated back to his dorm before he could catch sight of Alfie. Nevermind the fact that it was the middle of the day on a Saturday, he was bloody well going to bed. 

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mayacross:

‘‘You better watch your mouth, Finnigan,’’ Maya demanded, eyes narrowed in a glare and fingers itching to curl around her wand. It didn’t matter what their relationship was like right now, no one just insulted her brother right in front of her. ‘‘I’d watch yourself, too, while you’re at it,’‘ she warned in a light, peppy tone, her head tilting with a mocking questioning look. ‘‘You don’t think Kyle can’t bench you, do you?’‘ She snorted and her eyebrows went up in disbelief. ‘‘You’re not actually putting yourself in the freak category, are you? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not that scary, sweetheart.’‘

“Kyle’s not going to bench me, sweetheart, because I’m the best Seeker we’ve got. Your brother’s going to keep me in the game because he wants to win the game.” He averted his gaze, chewing on his bottom lip to keep from snapping at Maya like he wanted to. “You’re right, I’m not a freak. I’m not unhealthily attached to my sister. Your brother, on the other hand...” His lips curled into another smirk, as though he was daring Maya to challenge him. “Total freak.”

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scorpm:

Paddy’s demeanor didn’t relax Scorpius’ frown, even though the words otherwise would have. If it wasn’t bad or illegal and no one got hurt, what could have him this upset? Although Scorpius wasn’t exactly a stranger to secrets and his wasn’t bad, illegal, or hurtful either. Not physically at least. He was opening his mouth to give him something reassuring, but his breath hitched in his throat with a gasp instead when Paddy was suddenly very much in his space. He forgot what he was going to say. Instead, all he could focus on was the heavy touch of Paddy’s hands and how good his name sounded on Paddy’s lips. It took him a second to register what Paddy had said. He was upset. He’d just been upset, but didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Shouldn’t he try to push it? Shouldn’t he make sure he wasn’t just a distraction from Paddy’s discomfort? He was fully prepared to ask just that, but instead what came out in a shaky, soft voice was, ‘’What.. What do you want to do?’’

He could have smacked his head against the wall in frustration when Scorpius asked his question. He’d thought he’d been telegraphing his intentions pretty clearly but apparently not. What he wanted to do, really, was shake off this melancholy that had settled over him, and Scorpius was going to provide him the perfect way to do just that. “This, Scorpius.” He leaned forward, brushing their lips together, nothing more than a feather-light touch. He rocked back on his heels, lips twitching upwards into a smile. “Maybe more than that, if you want.” 

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scorpm:

Scorpius was quiet and patient until Paddy talked. His eyebrows furrowed down in concern at the words and his gaze flicked down to Paddy’s fist. His fingers itched with the need to take his hand and ease the grip. The thought of Paddy hurting himself and that there was something bad enough to have him upset enough to didn’t sit right with him. He frowned when the older boy seemed to hunch in on himself. It hurt Scorpius’ chest and he couldn’t help himself from standing to hover at Paddy’s side and reach up to lay a hand on his shoulder. That was innocent enough, right? He squeezed his shoulder gently, his face etched with worry. ‘’That doesn’t sound like a good mate,’’ he said softly. He gave into the urge and reached out to wrap his hand lightly over Paddy’s clenched fist. He couldn’t care less about potions at the moment, though he understood a deflect better than most might. ‘’What you did,’’ he started carefully, ‘’Was it… Real bad?’’

“Not bad,” Paddy rasped, practically forcing the words out of his throat, “Just...not smart. I didn’t--it’s not like I hurt anybody, or did anything illegal.” God, he sounded pathetic, probably looked it, too. He breathed deeply, trying to grab at the control that was slipping away from him far too quickly, but his exhale was shaky. Without warning, he surged to his feet, into Scorpius’s space. One hand shot out to rest on the curve of the other boy’s waist and the other gripped Scorpius’s shoulder, firmly but not hard enough to hurt. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmured, “But I don’t think I want to talk anymore, Scorpius.” 

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scorpm:

Scorpius’ face perks up in interest when he sees the cauldron and potion supplies, walking over to look at them closer with interest. ‘’What kind of potions do you brew?’’ he asked curiously before glancing up and seeing Paddy sit. ‘’Sorry,’’ he apologized quickly, remembering they were here for a specific reason. He walked back over and took a seat in the desk chair in the next row to Paddy. He shifted to turn more fully to the other boy and give him his full attention, his elbows coming to rest on his knees. He frowned in concern at the words, staying quiet to let Paddy go at his own pace. He reached out to touch the top of Paddy’s knee lightly in a reassuring gesture. ‘’Hey, no rush, okay? Take your time,’’ he told him in a soft voice, ‘’Just start wherever feels comfortable.’’

“...I did something stupid, over the summer.” His voice shook a little and he dug his nails into his palms in an attempt to regain a little control. “My mate--he found out. And now he’s holding it over my head. He’s...not exactly the nicest bloke.” Paddy’s shoulders hunched and he rubbed a hand down his face. “...’m’tryna brew Wolfsbane Potion at the moment,” he mumbled, because talking about potions was much easier than talking about his feelings. “But I can make most anything. People in my house...well, they come to me, when they want things brewed. I single-handedly cured the seventh years’ hangovers after the end of term party last year.” 

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livskcctcr:

Liv shook her head, “Look you don’t need to be such a prick over a simple chair though.” It was the truth. People around her was snapping all around her and she had a funny feeling that it may because of a corresponding theme. “It’s fine, really. And don’t worry I won’t ask why. We all got skeletons.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he barked, before he could catch himself. Paddy bristled at the implication that she knew something about him, his eyes narrowing. “I’ve not got any skeletons, Skeeter. It’s good to know you aren’t a nosy cow, though. Not like your mum,” he sneered, feeling particularly nasty now that his hackles were up. 

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scorpm:

Scorpius reluctantly dropped his grip when Paddy stood, but couldn’t help but smile a little when he tugged him out by the sleeve. Honestly, he must have looked like a damn fool, his smile was so dopey. He wasn’t used to… This. At all. This feeling. He didn’t want to poke at it though, too afraid if he did, the illusion would be shattered. Paddy had already told him he treated him different than other blokes. But if Scorpius was good at anything, it was finding the holes. The other boy was just being nice to him. Or messing with him. Hell, maybe he was involved with the X situation and this was just more blackmail. The thought had him falter in his steps behind Paddy, a sudden horror coming over him. Could he really…? No. That was too far. He couldn’t be. He shook it off when Paddy finally stopped them and gave a small smile. ‘’Aren’t you the gentleman,’’ he teased lightly, ducking his head and walking into the room. That whole flirting thing was new territory too. He dropped his bag by the door and peered around the empty room curiously. ‘’Which room is this?’’

Paddy took a seat on the desk at the front of the room, his bag dropping heavily to the ground. “Used to be a Charms classroom but they never teach classes in here anymore, for some reason, so I usually use it to brew my potions.” He gestured to where his spare cauldron was set up, potion books and ingredients scattered around it. He failed, of course, to mention the Confundus Charm he usually used on the door, to keep unwanted guests out of his workspace. Paddy fell silent for a few long moments, gaze pointedly fixed out the window. “...I don’t...I’ve never really...talked to anyone, about something that’s bothering me.” Alfie never let me. “I’m not sure where to start,” he admitted, breathing out a chuckle. 

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scorpm:

Scorpius couldn’t explain the feeling he got when he saw Paddy’s falter at his his touch. It was a warm feeling in his chest and made him feel almost... Satisfied? Good, though. Definitely positive. It was sort of like how Albus had made him feel before. And that was... Confusing. He licked his lips a little, his fingers firming a little against his arm more confidently. He couldn’t help but give a bright smile when he agreed to talk about it. ‘’Yeah, sure! We can totally do that,’’ he agreed before nodding and already reaching to grab his bag back up and stand. ‘’Pad, come on,’’ he said softly at the glare, reaching out to wrap an arm around his upper arm to give him a nudge. He almost sent the girl an apologetic look, but he was a lot more distracted by the older boy.

Paddy let himself be pulled out of his seat, warmth unspooling syrupy slow in his stomach at both the nickname and the casual touch. The strangest urge to press their palms together and curl his fingers around the other’s caught him off-guard and he had to physically shrug it off. “Come on, I know a place,” he murmured, tugging at Scorpius’s sleeve as he led the way out of the library and down a veritable maze of corridors. He finally stopped outside of a classroom he knew for certain was never used and held the door open for the younger boy. “After you.”