Sean lay on the ground in pain, with a werewolf standing over him. You see, the werewolf was chasing some people into an alley. Sean just happened to be passing with his friends and jumped in… literally. It was a bad idea. The werewolf heard Sean and swung his arm around, hitting Sean as he was in mid-air and sending him through a wall. And now the werewolf was on top of him, showing his teeth and growling. Sean gulped and started to get nervous. He couldn’t think of the spell for taking down werewolves and he had only been looking at it yesterday. The book was in his bag. Where was his bag?
“What’s your name?” he asked, trying to spare himself some time before getting eaten. The werewolf hesitated, shutting his eyes.
“Doreen” he said, clearly ashamed of it. Sean tried not to laugh, but found it increasingly hard and let out a loud giggle.
“I’m a Stefa,” the werewolf growled, not taking his eyes off Sean. “You know what that means do you?...It means that my pack and I were trained to be the best of the best, so I would shut my mouth if I was you.”.
‘Fra…no that’s not it…Fas… no…’ Sean tried to think of the spell. While he was thinking he heard someone speak behind Doreen.
“Hey big ball-o-love,” the voice said, making Doreen turn around so Sean could see who was talking. It was his friend Mitch, who was holding one of Sean’s crossbow revolvers in his hand. He had the cocky look on his face he always had and ran his free left hand through his brown hair.
“Prepare to eat silver!”
With that, he pulled the trigger and a small bolt shot out of the crossbow and into the werewolf’s arm, were it lodged. Doreen just looked at it and laughed. A young, tall girl with shortish brown hair leapt out from behind the wall and put her head in her hands. Her name was Onix.
“That clearly wasn’t silver,” she screech at Mitch. “Are you just naturally a dumbass?”
“Of course I’m a dumbass!” came the response.
This distraction was what Sean needed.
“Trafa maltos,” he shouted. A bright light surrounded the werewolf, who vanished into thin air. Sean stood up and brushed himself off. He looked up at Mitch and Onix who, as always, were arguing. He walked over to them and slapped Mitch on the back of the head with his hand.
“You took your time, didn’t you?” he said in an annoyed tone of voice. Mitch was wearing his long, black coat, and under that was an assortment of weapons you would usually associate with an assassin…with many more weapons besides. He had on a blue shirt and black trousers.
“I had to find a silver bolt, which I obviously didn’t find, and Onix was trying to open your bag of tricks…but as we all know, that thing only opens for YOU,” said Mitch. Sean looked at Onix who was holding his bag. He put out his hands and she handed it to him.
“This fool told me he got a silver one,” Onix said, shooting an angry look at Mitch. “For a guy who is fast enough to be able to outrun a Meth Dragon on heat, you aren’t so fast up here.”...She tapped Mitch’s forehead with her finger, and then slapped him.
“What’s with the slapping? I mean, we have nothing to worry about now that Sean has made him go bye-bye for good. Am I right?” he said, looking at Sean who opened his mouth to speak. A voice came from behind him.
“That would be impossible; he would have to know the Waraca spell, and you have to be a Moon to know that,” said a boy who appeared to be in his early teens.
“THAT’S the spell I was trying to remember! But NO…I sent him away to a werewolf bar four streets away instead,” Sean said while looking through his bag. He pulled out a book and started to flick through it. After a minute he stopped on a page and read it to himself. He looked at Onix and Mitch…
“Got the spell…He will be back, and he will bring others.”
Sean looked at the boy and smiled.
“By the way, I AM a Moon.”
…to be continued…
(posted on behalf of Sean Gallagher, Third Year pupil)
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