' 'Paul~!' ' Wayne called. I sighed. ' 'What~' ' I sighed, standing up. I turned around to go to his den, but he was right behind me. ' 'Oh~! Hey.' ' I said, surprised. How long was he there? I hope not for long. ' 'What are you looking at.' ' He glared down at me. Crap, did he see? ' 'Uhh~ nothing.' 'I responded quickly, hoping it wasn't a trick question. ' 'Were you looking at Hermione again?' ' Crap. ' 'Uhh~ naw, pfft. Of course not.' ' I lied, gritting my teeth. ' 'Oh, Paul. What will I do with you.' ' Wayne glared down at me, wrinkling his nose in disgust. I sighed, embarrassed. ' 'What did I tell you about looking at the weaklings, Paul? Don't.' ' Wayne growled, walking away.
I sighed, turning back. I sat down, glancing down at Hermione. She was sitting on her shell, checking it to see if it was in good condition. Wayne said not to love people like her~ but I couldn't help my feelings. I loved her, and nothing anyone could ever do would stop it.
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FantasyWhen you think of transformation, you think of werewolves. But, what if I told you there is a lot more than that? Sure, werewolves are highest on the rankings, but there are more wereanimals. Lots of them, too. Paul is one of those 'others'. Paul is...
