The morning for Freddy Weasley was always routine, his entire life in fact seemed routine. That didn't seem like a bad thing to the eldest of the Wheezes, in fact it was reassuring for him to know that he had some control over his life. The morning sun poured into the shop from the front windows. The rays tickled his nose into a sneeze while he began unlocking the doors of the shop. Crinkling his nose it was then he caught an all too familiar aroma running past his nose hairs. A slight curl of his upper lip and all prospects of a routine morning had vanished, there was no denying the stench of his sire. The Teenage werewolf(for lack of better terms) didn't possess the abilities yet to feel and know where others of his kind might be. His only advantage was living at Hogsmeade, close to the castle, where his super nose could easily pick up the scent.
Fumbling through the door, he found it hard to keep his composure. His insides were telling him to rush into everything and act upon instinct, better judgment had told him to stay calm and come up with a plan. A plan that had been laid before him since before his birth; The One Eyed Witch passageway. After going through the trouble of breaking into Honeydukes without initially breaking anything he continued on his way down the passageway. The closer he got towards the castle the more he could feel his blood boiling. What right did Greyback have to be inside the castle again? What of his sister? His cousins and friends? The more he questioned these things the faster he moved his feet until he broke out into such a fast run that the balls of his feet only touched the surface of the ground for merely a second.
Skidding to a halt just outside the Great Hall it was then he noticed he had not been the only one to notice Greyback's whereabouts, the scent of his uncle hitting him in the face. "Oh no, back up to your common rooms!" he almost barked at a few students coming in from outside, unaware of of what was happening in the Great Hall, their faces filled with astonishment to find last years Head Boy standing before them. With the quietest of steps he entered the Great Hall, eyebrows lowered and pupils narrowed, as he pushed some of the students lightly towards the exit as he made his way through those who were heading out. All he wanted to do was rip his sire apart, peel the flesh off his skin with his teeth and lap up his blood with his tongue. The desire to do so was growing stronger as he watched everyone with fear in their eyes, fear that had been his doing. His doing, being the reason why such thoughts could even plague him. It was infuriating to have a constant battle with one's own instincts, especially when they were more animal like than anyone else's.
The first thing he needed to do, above all else was make sure that Roxanne was okay. Were something to happen to her while he was so close by to prevent it, he'd never forgive himself, he'd be a murderer in his own eyes. No better than Greyback himself. Too much pressure for one seventeen year old approaching eighteen? Sure. But convincing the red-head otherwise was nearly impossible. With a glimpse of brown skin and the sound of her voice, he pushed forward, grabbing a hold of her wrist and pulling his sister towards him, along with young Lily. "Listen," he ignored all surprise she could have expressed on her face. "Make sure everyone is alright and safe," with a raise of his brows he gave his sister a pleading look. "And don't interfere." Placing a kiss on her forehead and giving a weak smile at his younger cousin he headed towards the center of the room.
Though still a jokester and child at heart, there was no denying the fact that Frederick Gideon Weasley had grown. The symbolic step he took away from the students and towards Greyback alongside his uncles was enough to notice the man that he had become. A man, that despite everything still managed to break away from the monster he shared a body with. "I think I'm living proof of the fact that he always has something up his sleeve." Indeed, the night of Halloween Freddy and everyone else had thought Fenrir would kill him just as he did his cousin. Instead, he had surprised everyone with turning him. Eying his Uncle Bill he could see now that lines were about to be made. Lines separating morals from doing what was necessary and Freddy was going to stand behind the line and support what was necessary, in his eyes, to protect the ones he loved.