Witches And Werewolf

The Werewolf

I heard the man and a woman cry out a warning as i frantically racked my brain for some sort throat-reparing spell, which i was clearly about to need. of course the only words I actually managed to yell at the werewolf as he ran at me were, "BAD DOG!"

Then, out of the corner of my eye, i caught a flash of blue light on my left. Suddenly, the werewolf seemed to smack into an invisible wall just inches in fornt of me.

Giving a pitiful bark, he slumped to the ground. His fur and skin began to ripple and flow until he was a normal boy in khakis and a blue blazer, whimpering pitifully.His parents got him just as Mom ran to me, dragging my trunk behind her.

" Oh my God!" she breathed. "sweetie, are you okay?"

"Fine," I said, brushing grass off my skilt.

" you know." someone said off my left," i usually find a blocking spell to be a lot more effective then yelling 'Bad dog," but maybe that's just me."

I turned. Leaning against a tree, his collar unbuttoned and tie loose, was a smirking guy.Hecate blazer was hanging limply in the crook of his elbow.

" You are a witch, aren't you?" he continued. He pushed himself off the tree and ran a hand through his black curly hair. as he walked closer, I noticed that he was slender almost to the point of skinny, and that he was several inches taller than me " Maybe in the future," he said, " you could endeavor not to suck at it."

And with that, he sauntered off.

So I leaned there on the tree and looked.

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