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Arcturus grabbed Aimee's hand, and said softly, "I'm here for you, Aimee."

Arcturus sighed; he was so destructive. How could he ever forgive himself? Now Aimee would be the same monster he was, all because of him. She could stay with him if she wanted to, but he would understand if she didn't. He had messed up, big time.

Picking up Aimee with strong arms, he brought her to the couch, laying her down. He found some bandages and started to wrap her up. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his eyes brimming. He had wanted to protect her from knowing that he was a monster, but in the end, he had only hurt her. Her life...

Arcturus pulled himself back. The transformation was not complete, as it was not the full moon, and he was able to control himself. His eyes widened as he realized what he had done. "Oh my god, Aimee!" he breathed painfully, running his hand to her wound. It was deep. Don't die, he...

Arcturus' mind was controlled by a primal being, and his only instinct was to attack. With a roar, he leapt at Aimee, sinking his teeth into her shoulder before his human self could stop him.

"AIMEE, I SAID RUN!" Arcturus roared. He fell to the floor, writhing as his skin turned to fur, his teeth growing larger and sharpening, his snout long and prominent.

Arcturus put his arms around her, kissing her with intensity. But all of a sudden, a shudder rippled up his spine. His eyes snapped open in shock, how could he have forgotten? Pushing her away, he bellowed, "Run, AIMEE!"

Arcturus was unable to contain himself, and he moved over to her, kissing her lightly. "I would do anything for you, Aimee."

Arcturus grinned broadly, his eye twitching slightly. He ignored it, taking a bite of his steak. "Thanks." They finished dinner, and Arcturus pushed his plate to the side. He couldn't stop looking at her. "God, you're so beautiful," he commented, and he really meant it.

"Hey, Aimee," Arcturus said with a broad grin, his face alight. He led her in throught the door. His home was simplistic, and he was very nervous about it. He had never had money. He sat her down at the dinner table and brought out dinner, an unscented candle flickering brightly in the...

Arcturus entered his small apartment in London, turning the lights on with a flick of his wand. He was set to prepare dinner for Aimee, and he was hoping that she would show up. In the light of his excitement he forgot his small dose of wolfsbane, and turned to opened the door as there was a...

Arcturus, having fully transformed, was enticed by the smell of the people in the hallway. He had not yet learned to control his transformation, and as a result both the children and the Death Eaters were in huge trouble. Entering the dining room, he opened his mouth set with rows upon rows of...

Arcturus snarled as he dodged the spell, but was not spared the blow to the back of his head. Collapsing in pain, he tried to grab for both of the kids. All of a sudden, he could feel something happening beneath his skin. Pain erupted in his mouth as incisors started to grow, his face forming...

Arcturus rushed through the Stark girl's door, holding out his wand.

"I say let Serpentes deal with them," Arcturus laughed, and moved to the Stark girl's room, where he had seen the boy enter. Seeing the two of them embracing, he yelled, "Stupefy!" hoping to hit the both of them.

Thinking about Aimee, Arcturus had been rudely snapped out of a daydream as he heard the commotion downstairs. He stopped dead as he saw the Drage girl, not believing that she would come back. Pulling out his wand, he yelled, "Impedimenta! End of the line, Drage." He hoped that it would hit...

Taking a seat, Arcturus silently agreed. The full moon was still around, and he was more wolfish than ever. He hoped that they would have steak, and very rare at that. Drago was supposed to be here also, but he was not present at the moment.

"The moon's getting full, if you hadn't noticed," Arcturus replied with a wolfish grin. "I have to eat sometimes, you know." He hoped that the lie would go over well.

As if on cue, Arcturus walked in through the door, his head in the clouds after his date with Aimee. He was going to get chewed out for not being at the meeting, but at the moment he didn't care. He already had a lie planned out. "Tipping back the bottle, tonight, boys?" He joked, seating...

"No, that's fine, I'll take Goyle," Arcturus laughed. He knew that Tristan was an excellent beater, but didn't want to chance it when the man was in such a state.