I swear I don't talk to myself!

Hola, I'm just your average, Hispanic, boring, 5th year wizard in Ravenclaw. (And a little bit of a werewolf.) Besides being the Keeper on our Quidditch team, nothing to see here! Anyway, my name is Jaime Reyes, feel free to call me Blue! (Just a nickname, don't ask how I got it.) And ese, I promise I'm a good guy- Que? Wait, there's no threat! Where are you getting these ideas el diablo? 'What would Ted Kord do?' W.W.T.K.D?

[klarion-a-true-slytherin-bleak-]

So you’re muggleborn?

[strangebluewolf]

...Si, si... That's not a problem, is it? My parents- they're really the nicest, most supportive people around. I owe them a lot...

[accioagentsoftea-deactivated201]

[klarion-a-true-slytherin-bleak-]

I wasn’t aware that some cats didn’t look like cats.

[strangebluewolf]

Well of course all cats look like cats! But those cats just look more... Cat. Lo siento, ese, I got a D+ in English back at home.

[jesperfahey]

[roarin-rocket]

Nahhh, chill.  We all mess up when we’re talking.  I know I do, especially when I’m tired.

[strangebluewolf]

Chill... R-Right... Chill... Uhh, yeah. I guess I need a lot more sleep. Don't tell the others, but I work my butt off studying every night and gee whiz, my bed time used to be at 7.

[klarion-a-true-slytherin-bleak-]

He is a Maine Coon.

[strangebluewolf]

Woah amigo!! Those ones are fluffy and definitely look like cats, right? Way cool.

[klarion-a-true-slytherin-bleak-]

I’ve had better conversations with my cat.

[strangebluewolf]

Really? Cool! What breed is she? O-Or he!! I'm not much of a cat person, but hey, to each their own!

[blondebadger-blog]

No, no it’s fine! I thought it was adorable!

[strangebluewolf]

You sure..? I mean, I don't try to make introductions bad but, eh, yeah they end up bad. Mi nombre es Jaime Reyes, nice to meet you!!

[roarin-rocket]

… You’re an odd one, y’know that?

[strangebluewolf]

...We actually do! I-I mean I do. Dang, I sure messed that up didn't I?

[blondebadger-blog]

Is that your way of trying to start a conversation? -laughs lightly-

[strangebluewolf]

Kinda sorta? I swear I did my best but it came out as... Uh, really dumb. Lo siento chica!!

[strangebluewolf]

Uh... Nice night out... Very dark and... Peaceful? Ay dios mio, I don't know.

[strangebluewolf]

Pumped Up Kicks. || (Baran & Jaime) FULL MOON PARA!

[half-blood-heathen-blog]

“Werewolves and their promises,” Baran chuckled a little bitterly as Jaime’s pleads continued. The words of comfort or security that those creatures promised was never something that could truly be taken seriously. “Bit of advice, love; don’t ever give someone your word unless you’re sure you can keep it.”

His wand still raised, Baran watched as Jaime succumbed to the full moon and began to change. He’d seen this routine before; bones cracked and reshaped themselves into a new skeleton, jaws stretched out into a muzzle, and all humanity faded from their bright glowing eyes. Jaime was no different, and in moments he had changed dark-furred werewolf and let out a loud howl. Baran almost sighed at the fact that he couldn’t kill Reyes right now. His breed was indeed a plague in their world.

“Fascinating,” he stared simply. The werewolf Reyes didn’t move, still under the command of his Imperius Curse, but Baran could hear the creature growling from here, probably itching to sink his fangs into Baran’s throat. 

“So, I promised you fun and now we’re going to have some,” he continued, “You’re going to go back into the school and you’re going to stay inside for the duration of the night. You’re going to avoid the professors; if there’s one good thing about your breed it’s your keen senses. And finally, if any student crosses your fault, kill them. Especially look for the Hufflepuffs if you’re capable of that. Now go, and unleash hell, Reyes.”

[strangebluewolf]

The creature listened to the Baran impatiently, it's muscles twitching under the spell. It's face contorted into a wicked snarl, growls escaping it's throat. The werewolf didn't care about all the blabbering the man was doing, it just wanted to go out and feast. It had been years since it actually ate a person. Ever since Hogwarts, it didn't kill anything other than trees and forest animals, which wasn't very entertaining or challenging.

Years ago, when Jaime was first bitten, he joined the REACH pack for safety. New werewolves were usually hunted down right away, but the pack kept him as their little secret, as the Alpha who called him self The Negotiator was rather fond of him. Jaime had been used to kill even more humans, he was apparently a natural at it, and that's why he ran away when Hogwarts accepted him all the way from El Paso Texas. He had killed too much, and the REACH were brainwashing him with their praise and protection. It was too dangerous, and he knew it.

Wasn't Hogwarts supposed to be safe and stop him from killing people? Wasn't this supposed to change? Somewhere deep inside the beast, Jaime was worrying. However, the giant wolf in control was ready to pounce and sink it's teeth into any student it could find.

Barking loudly, it snapped it's jaws at Baran, wanting to be released more than anything else. Freedom to eat and play was waiting for him. He just had to be set free.

[strangebluewolf]

Pumped Up Kicks. || (Baran & Jaime) FULL MOON PARA!

[half-blood-heathen-blog]

“Afternoon Reyes,” Baran called out conversationally when the younger boy finally ran into the hallway. Upon seeing him, Reyes was already warning and pleading for him to get out of the way, but Baran paid no mind to that. “Bit late to be heading out for a midnight stroll, don’t you think? Or do you just love a quiet walk underneath the moonlight?”

The mutt had shown up faster than he’d expected, but in the same miserable condition Baran had seen in his kind before. The boy was tense, his eyes wild and his breath starting to come out in harsh pants. Baran had a few minutes at the most, but there was always time for fun if you paced yourself correctly. 

“Blood?” Baran repeated with a feigned look of concern, “Oh now, that would look terrible on your record, love. Jaime Reyes, the little werewolf of Hogwarts, massacres his friends and classmates. I’d says that’s a pity, but really, it’s what’s expected of your breed, and I’m sure tonight won’t be the first night you’ve had human flesh between those teeth. But I have a job that need’s to be done, so instead of you leaving, you’re going to stay and we’re going to have a bit of fun.”

Chuckling, Baran drew his wand from his pocket and pointed it directly at Jaime’s head before the werewolf could speak and shouted, “Imperio!”

[strangebluewolf]

Jaime swallowed hard, taking a few more cautious steps at Baran. "I was hoping to take a run in the woods." He managed to pant out, "Preferably away from most moonlight." His head started to pound, any minute, any second now, he would start to change into his more beastly self. The voice in his head sounded loudly, 'He is a threat. Kill him. Rip off his head.'Jaime shook his head and moaned out, "No... Por favor... We need to stop being so violent!" But the voice replied strongly unheard to everyone but him, 'Violence iseffective.'

The voice soon shut up, when Baran declared he knew Jaime was a werewolf. It was pretty obvious now, even a fool would be able to figure it out. Jaime was glared ferociously at the Slytherin, wishing he wasn't there. He was past the stable point of mind where he could cast spells correctly, he was too dizzy now. "I-I promised the Headmaster that... I wouldn't kill anyone here..!" Jaime choked out, desperate to appeal to any sympathy or kindness Baran could possibly have deep in his messed up heart. "I-I don't want to hurt humans anymore... Please...:" His voice faded out as he looked up and out the window, looking for the moon that was going to swallow him in it's unavoidable light.

He was frozen, stuck with an Imperious curse, staring at the moon. It was time. Jaime's panting and heart rate increased dangerously, sweat pouring down his forehead. His muscles and back arching and snapping, growing and shifting. Hair seemed to appear out of nowhere while large, sharp teeth glared deadly white in his mouth. His voice was no longer his own, but a wicked howl and small dog-ish whines. Now, in Jaime's place on the floor, was a big gray-blue beast, strange patterns going down it's large furry spine. It stopped whining slowly and burst out with a blood thirsty howl.

Better run, better run. Out run my gun.

[strangebluewolf]

Pumped Up Kicks. || (Baran & Jaime) FULL MOON PARA!

[half-blood-heathen-blog]

Patience wasn’t a trait that very many Slytherins possessed. They were all so hungry and ambitious, but they liked to fight for things and get immediate results. That was one of their biggest flaws, in Baran’s opinions. They just didn’t relish the time it took to get what they wanted, when really it made reaching their goal that much sweeter. For instance, Baran’s latest project had literally taken him months to achieve, but now it was definitely about to pay off.

Jaime Reyes, the little fifth-year Ravenclaw. Beyond being on the Quidditch team he’d never accomplished anything all that extraordinary, and the general crowds overlooked him. But if they were more observant and patient like Baran, they would’ve caught on to the fact that Jaime was a werewolf and tonight was a full moon. Such simple minds his classmates had..

Baran knew that Jaime was still in the castle, and so the Slytherin stood in the hallway, blocking the door that led to the front courtyard and waited for Jaime to show up. It was getting late and he was certainly cutting it close, but Baran had no intention of letting that mutt get outside, not when there was so much fun to be had in here. As much as Baran loathed werewolves, he did so enjoy the entertainment they could provide.

[strangebluewolf]

Jaime ran. Faster and faster, step after step after step. He could smell the green courtyard not too far ahead. He could even smell the safe, musty, forest right after that. A smile smile played on his lips despite all his concern and worry, he was being a hero in a sense. Ridding himself from the castle just in time would be a heroic thing to do.

Suddenly, a different scent hit his nose. A person. 'No, por favor, no!' He thought, someone was in front of his tiny door to freedom. Jaime skidded to a panicking halt, his eyes falling upon the Slytherin. Of course it would be Baran. It just had to be him. Although Jaime had never personally talked to the guy, the rumors were enough to keep him away. Talking to Baran wasn't anything that anyone wanted to repeat.

"B-Baran..." He called out hesitantly, "I-I need you to move. Now." Jaime pinned his eyes back on the floor, he could feel the light of the moon shinning through the door, sending a tight shiver down his spine. The amount of time he had left was too close for comfort. Jaime started to talk again when he saw the Slytherin keep his stance firm and unwavering. "You have to move Baran." He gnawed on his lip, "Or there's going to be... Going to be a lot of blood." Jaime cringed, he really didn't sound threatening like he wanted to. He just sounded scared. A sharp crack went up his limbs and he cried out. It was almost time. Almost too late,

[strangebluewolf]

Pumped Up Kicks. || (Baran & Jaime) FULL MOON PARA!

Jaime feel asleep on a chair in the Ravenclaw common room. Normally, he would have been perfectly okay with this and simply laughed the instance off as no big deal. But today, this was a huge and deadly mistake. When he had woken up, the clock read, '10:52'. No, no, no, no, no. He was supposed to be outside now. Deep in the forest where no one could be hurt. No one could see. No one could listen. 

Jaime jumped out of his chair and started to sprint out through the halls. He needed to get out of here fast or else-... Or else he'll kill a whole lot of students. The sweating teen did everything he could to stay away from windows, keeping his eyes fixated on his feet. He could tell his speed was already enhanced by quite a bit. Jaime quickly glanced at his body while running. Good. No extra hair, no aching, no sharp teeth, no werewolf qualities. Maybe he could make it to the forest after all! Still sprinting like no tomorrow, the small Hispanic kid felt some hope rise up in this chest.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

[natemovesaway-blog]

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