The first to speak was a tall blonde by the name of Cleo, known throughout the school as the daughter of influential parents in the Magic world "So, did anyone hear the howling last night? Bet it was werewolves." She tossed her long and very much so perfect hair, "And you know what they say about werewolves, they kidnap pretty girls to eat their hearts out....you wouldn't have to worry about that? Would you Spinner?" Cleo had a passion for starting quarrels and asserting her dominance among a group, something Spinner preferred to ignore, but Cleo caught her by surprise.
Spinner, or as she was better known, Charlotte, turned her attention to Cleo, raising an eyebrow in reaction. "I don't suppose I do need to worry, you know, being actually good at magic and all." Charlotte shrugged and went back to peering into her cauldron, adding some mermaid tears to get rid of the smell it started to emanate. She had not said this as an insult at all, but of course, it was taken as such. Charlotte just wanted to do her work, it was all she ever wanted to do, cause no trouble, do her work, have a nice day. In fact her utter mind boggling willful ignorance of socially tense situations was on purpose, Charlotte had not even noticed that she herself was being verbally assaulted. Something which was about to get more intense, since Cleo had become offended and a couple of people in class had gasped and or giggled. Queue the drama.
"Excuse me?!"
"You're excused..." ‘How weird’ thought Charlotte, ‘Cleo didn't even sneeze? Ah well, maybe she farted or something.’ Charlotte was not the type to censor her thoughts.
This perceived as being snarky reply produced a haughty growl from Cleo, "Fine then Spinner, if you're so good at magic. Why don't you go out at night and fend them off! Silence them so we can finally get some sleep. In fact, I dare you." a couple of Cleo’s groupies seemed to back her up on this. The idea delighted almost everyone in the room. Charlotte began to feel more uncomfortable by the second, as even the situation was beginning to break through her thick head.
"I'm sorry, did I offend you? Because you seem a little mad...and you're getting all red." Charlotte asked, a little concerned now; luckily the professor walked in, took one look and shook his head. "Don't you ladies go starting fights now; the year has only just begun! Now, let us get back to the subject of the caravel concoction." and the rest of class quickly went back to normal, until the bell rang and Cleo whispered maliciously to Charlotte. "The dare still stands Charlotte, if you don't do it then I win and I get to pick the terms of my prize."
Charlotte did not really remember agreeing to anything like that, but Cleo was sort of bossy, and Charlotte just sort of nodded; revealing in her dorm room later that night to those who had not heard yet; which was no one, they all knew by now, because somehow it became a school wide rumor that everyone was excited about, even the thirteen year old first years spoke of it.
"So apparently at lunch time it was agreed that I can't use my broom, and I have to go out tonight. And every other night until I find a werewolf…." Charlotte plopped on her bed; the girls from the dorm next door had come over to chat as well, they totaled in number to six. They had all been well acquainted for about a year, "So I figure I should go now, maybe get an autograph or two?" Charlotte sounded serious, even though what she had said would have been taken as a joke.
She gathered her tattered hat and put it on, looking over to the window as yet another howl sounded off. "Or maybe just a photograph would be easier?" Charlotte gulped, why exactly was she doing this? Why exactly had she been forced into everyone’s idea of a joke? “All I wanted to do was get through class, but then I had to go and be stupid and get someone angry!” Charlotte sighed, staring out the window, half listening to the replies she got. But one sentence in particular heartened her. ’We should go with you.’…
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A soul striking howl ripped through the night, and Ted gave a quip bark as he reared on his hind legs and playfully pounced onto Alex, pushing the shorter wolf to the side a little, he grinned and a rumbling in his chest could be counted as laughter. It was always exhilarating after a good howl. Theodore was jovial tonight, and their continuous howls to the lady moon tickled the lot of them pink in a way. They were teasing who they hoped to be witches, and took much joy in it. Theodore especially found the idea mischievous; he was the one to come up with it. But if they could do more, it would be that much more fun. As it stood, they could not get closer than the gates of the school, some invisible force pushed them back violently if they tried to enter. At any rate, that did not stop them from doing something .
Theodore changed back into his human form, “If only we could get past those gates, we could see some cute scared faces and maybe lay a prank or two for them in the morning; he stretched, it was not terribly late, around ten o’clock maybe, but he had worked all day. In truth he was more interested in the school itself rather than the girls inside, as much as he would never admit it. The very idea of some magical school was exciting, he wanted to explore. The sign on top of the gate that announced the nature of the school was something that stayed frequently in his mind.
“What do you say we circle around it one more time? Surely it couldn’t hurt could it?” Theodore suggested to Lyall, the alpha male and his best bud. So far tonight had been very chill, as most of their nights had been. No hunters had been around their forest in quite some time, and until the school appeared they had gotten a bit bored.
