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OOC request time.
So I've been having week from hell - break up, pet death, that sort of thing. So, if anyone wants to make me feel better, I've thought up a request.
Mandy was throwing some Isabrian drabbles at me, and it did kind of cheer me up, so please- if anyone wants to write an Isabel drabble for me - any kind of drabble - lay it on me
So I've been having week from hell - break up, pet death, that sort of thing. So, if anyone wants to make me feel better, I've thought up a request.
Mandy was throwing some Isabrian drabbles at me, and it did kind of cheer me up, so please- if anyone wants to write an Isabel drabble for me - any kind of drabble - lay it on me
Callum glanced up from his book and took off his glasses. He was not surprised to see Isabel Pepper in his office. What did surprise him though was that she had not shown up sooner.
“Come in.” The teacher poured her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her. “What can I do for you, Ms Pepper?”
“Last week your lesson was about…werewolves. You said they were dangerous creatures and that… It’s not really like that. They…”
“They’re vicious killers.”
The girl’s head shot up and her fists clenched. “They’re not!” she ground out, voice rising in volume. “It’s not their fault! They can’t help it…”
“I know but they’ll do it anyway. You of all people should know that. You were almost killed by one.”
Isabel swallowed and bit her lips. “How can you say that? I thought you were friends with Ms Noire.”
“I am and I think she’s a lovely person but that doesn’t change the fact that on every full moon she turns into a creature that wouldn’t hesitate to kill me if it got the chance.” Archer leaned back in his chair and studied the girl calmly. “Werewolves are dangerous. Do I support the law that forces you to be registered at the ministry? No, I don’t because except for approximately twelve days a year you’re a person like everybody else. However, you can’t deny that on those twelve days you present a danger to the rest of us, can you?”
“No.” The girl rose from her chair and slowly turned away. “I’d better go now.”
“You shouldn’t blame yourself but you shouldn’t delude yourself, either. It’s not your fault but it is your responsibility now.”
The door closed with a soft click and the teacher returned his attention to his book.
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