"Whoa, the heater actually works today," said a resident,
walking in to the toasty room.
Nothing but happy sounds were heard: hot water being poured into mugs, the stirring of plastic spoons, and the chitter-chatter of dozens of people. One particularly interesting topic of conversation was heard amongst friends.
"Yeah, it said in the Police Beat last week that wolves were spotted on campus!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I saw it at http://universe.byu.edu/index.php/2012/01/17/police-beat-10/."
"Oh, I've been to that site. It's one of my favorites!"
The party continued for a while, but finally people started to meander towards their homes to get started on homework. Some studied at home and others prefer at the library. Then there are the poor chaps that have to go take tests. Jeramy, unfortunately, was one of those. As she headed to campus, the rain gradually went from hail and then to snow, the ground turned white and fluffy. She saw Scott who was building a snow fort on campus and stopped to say hello.
"Hey, Scott, what'cha up to?"
"Oh, nothing." he said. "I'm just building this snow fort for the snowball fight we're going to have later on."
"Uh, you know that's illegal right?" she asked.
"What, throwing snowballs? Nah, they'll understand it's just for fun."
"Okay…"
She continued on to the testing center to do some last minute studying. She still didn't see why she had to study Sherlock Holmes so much. After half an hour of so, she noticed three student custodians huddled around a window. Through the window a and hidden under some leaves, she saw a crude trap that was made out of popsicle sticks and duct tape and rigged with beef jerky.
"Okay, we saw those wolves last week, they're bound to come this time," one of the students said, "and this time, we're gonna catch it!"
They continued to stand there, mops in hand, in case someone suggested they get back to work again. After all, the same officer that suggested that to them last week was just outside the window. He was in the process of arresting a student…
"—don't understand, sir. They're just snowballs!" Scott cried.
"They are projectile objects and are should thus be treated as lethal weapons. It's into the dungeons with you, buddy."
Jeramy, meanwhile, went upstairs, took the test, and did quite well on it. She was unaware of the situation below with the cops and Scott. As she walked home though, she noticed the unfinished fort and remembered talking to Scott on the way there. She started to send him a text, asking where he was. Distracted by her cold fingers and the difficulty to text, she didn't hear the twelve paws sprinting lightly on the snow towards her. She wasn't aware of she was walking off the path. Ten minutes later, the only thing the police could find leading from the paw prints in the snow was a magnifying glass—the mark of her favorite hobby—and cell phone with the unfinished text on the screen:
"Hey Scott. I saw your fort and wanted to see how it was com—"* * *
Later that evening, three werewolves were basking in their victory. They had, after all, had a great day. They got free beef jerky, scared a bunch of people holding mops, and had a wonderful human dinner. Andrew however, wasn't feeling well.
"Guys, are you feeling all right?"
"Yeah, we're fine. What's up?"
"I mean, it's been a while since we've eaten a human. Maybe my stomach needs to readjust…"
He then turned a violent shade of purple, and started to gasp and choke. The other two werewolves, completely healthy, didn't know what to do. Before they knew it though, Andrew was gone. They had no idea what had happened.
Then again, the witch had put something in his drink at the hot chocolate party…
I hate this story.
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