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Pandora picked up the pyjamas and slipped into the bathroom, washing her face and changing. She folded up the bottoms of the pyjama trousers and the cuffs of the pyjama top but they were still rather big on her. She left the bruise paste on so that it could work fully and then waved her wand, concentrating hard, making her toothbrush appear on the sink. She brushed her teeth and looked in the mirror, hardly able to believe the day that she had just experienced. She left the bathroom quietly.
Pandora made herself comfortable in the bed in Ronan’s guest room. She thought about all the things that had happened recently and the things that had been said that night. Waves of exhaustion broke over her and she fell asleep. She stirred fitfully in her sleep, tossing and turning and calling out in fear.
She was in the garden, in the the hidden magical section that the muggles could not see. She was picking lovage leaves for her mum. She looked around. Prometheus was supposed to be helping her but he had gone off exploring. She stood up and realised that she was an adult and both her mother and brother were long gone. She started to walk back towards the cottage when she heard someone shouting “Rose, Rose run!”
She whipped around and saw Ronan running towards her, just as Prometheus had done so many years before. He grabbed her hand and they ran for the kitchen door but it was locked. “Have you got your wand?” she asked him desperately, her own was sitting mockingly on the kitchen table, on the other side of the door.
“No, it’s broken, I only just got away... it’s a werewolf Rose.”
Pandora’s eyes widened with terror. She rattled the door again and Ronan pushed her aside to try and shoulder it open.
“That won’t work, there are spells on it!” She grabbed his hand and ran to the huge, ancient ash at the bottom of the garden. She clambered onto the bench below it and started to climb. Just as she had done before. And just as before there was a howl. She looked up and saw that the moon was full. She climbed in earnest now and then turned to Ronan. “Hurry, please!” Ronan scaled the tree with ease, as though he were a ten year old boy who spent every spare moment climbing on everything and anything. He helped her up to the next branch as another horrifically familiar sound crashed into her ears: the sound of a werewolf running towards them. “Climb Rose, climb!” Ronan shouted to her. She turned to pull him onto the same branch as her, grabbing his arm at the elbow as the werewolf lunged and Ronan was gone, pulled from her grasp.
“NOOOOOO!!!!!!” She screamed. “NOOOOOO!!!! RONAN!!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!”
She jolted awake, she had fallen out of the unfamiliar bed onto the floor, twisted up in the bedclothes. She was drenched in sweat. She looked around her desperately. When she could not see Ronan she burst into tears, sobbing loudly.
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Last edited by HannahLongbottom; 01-28-2010 at 05:03 PM.
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