My Wolf ~ l.s (random updates)

The Salve

Okay so this is being typed on my phone cuz I'm at school without my laptop and I'm waiting for someone... I have this chapter written out in my art journal thingy so I thought I might as well.

So yeah if there are any mistakes it's probs cuz of that....

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Louis stares at Zayn with all levels of confusion.

"What?" He blurts.

Zayn has a small smile on his face. He tries to look behind Louis, farther into the house. Louis is quick to block his vision with his body.

"I don't think this is a very good time Zayn."

"Oh so you wouldn't like some help? I know something happened, I felt it." He easily replies. Zayn raises his hand and waves it towards Louis who suddenly feels the compelling urge to step back and let Zayn through. Unable to fight it Louis moves, Zayn enters the house.

"What the hell?" Louis whispers to himself. "Zayn what did you do?"

Zayn ignores him and walks to the living room, up to the couch looking down at Harry, silently assessing.

"That is one nasty poison." Is all he says.

Louis watches as Zayn kneels down next to the couch coming just above eye level with Harry's chest. He removes his bag and begins taking out its contents. He brings out a few bags of herbs, a mortar and pestle, a few candles and a worn book with, what Louis thinks is nonsensical, scribbles on the cover.

"Can you get some water and more towels you also might want to throw those in the wash," he says pointing to the pile of dirty towels.

Louis nods numbly following the orders blindly. He trusts Zayn, but he's really confused as to what's going on. Zayn showed up out of nowhere carrying a bag of herbs and candles. He's soon back to the living room with the new towels and some water, he finds Zayn mortar and pestle in hand, grinding with reading the worn book laid out in front of him.

Louis sets down the towels and water onto the coffee table behind Zayn. Louis sits next to him nearer to Harry's head. He cards his fingers through Harry's hair, finding comfort in the action, while worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I'm a witch." Zayn says suddenly. "My family moved here because we had to get away from our old coven."

Louis looks at Zayn with wide eyes. Well that explains a lot. He nods in understanding and looks back to Harry's face.

"It's how you knew about Harry?" He almost whispers. "You know of the pack too then?" He questions, gazing at Zayn.

"Yeah, sorry for not telling you." Zayn replies, he reaches for the water, pouring a little into the mortar bowl then grinding the mixture into a thick paste. He floats his hand above the bowl muttering a few incomprehensible words.

A little explosion seems to puff up from the bowl, tiny cloud of smoke following. Louis lets out a little giggle finding it cute.

"I'm not all that surprised to be honest. A lot of the 'impossible'" he air quotes, "seem to be happening lately."

Zayn nods. He then puts down the paste and scoops a good amount onto three fingers, gingerly applying it to Harry's wound. On and around it.

"This is the strongest healing paste I can make," Zayn starts, "unfortunately it can only be applied by the maker, so I can't give you any for later use. It would be best if I stayed for a couple days to make sure the poison is all gone if that's okay?"