He had little interest in sports, and only a passing interest in games. He thirsted for wealth and knowledge, but in recesses of his stretched-thin, aching chest, he knew that these were only a means to an end. Even restoring glory to his name was only a substitute for something greater.
In his heart of hearts, Green wanted only one thing: to change.
And there was a course of study for that.
The boy stalked through the library like a cat hunting crickets, all slender limbs and sharp green eyes. He snatched up a biography here, a how-to there, a third on theory; here was a section in an obscure encyclopedia, and here, a newspaper article, captured on magical microfiche.
His tiny frame shook under the weight of his findings once he at last returned to his favorite corner alcove by one of the tall gothic windows, a dusty corner shadowed from all sides and lit only by the blue light of coming evening. Splaying out his findings across cushion and table and floor, he turned pages, slid volumes from here to there, eyes darting from word to word and sentence to sentence, vivid and alight. Across these pages, wings beat and claws flashed; across these pages, things deep in hearts stalked. They told the story of ribs that formed a cage, and the things within. A story of primal power. Animagus.
Green wanted this. Green needed this. His fingers shook as took out parchment and quill, scribbling notes about methodology found here and found there.
Damn waiting for third year. He wanted to know now.
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"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Strength: 1; Agility: 12; Control: 10; Stamina: 7