I hissed to Rachel in her ear as I pulled her into the hallway off of the cafeteria. “But here is what it was covered in!” I threw handfuls of the fur at her for dramatic effect. “Eeewww, ok, that is absolutely disgusting,” she said, as she brushed at her clothes and at the tufts of hair floating in the air around her. “Maybe it was a stray dog.” “Right. Just roaming in the school hallways? Doubtful. Try again.” “Ok, um…perhaps a werewolf?” Rachel glanced at me, waiting for my response on that one. “I mean seriously, if there are witches here, there could be werewolves.” “I’ll accept your default logic; however, there is no record of werewolves existing any where near this portion of the United States for about the last two hundred years, “ I confidently informed her. “Got anything else?” I hadn’t heard anyone walk up behind us in the dark hallway, but I certainly heard her comment right then.
