Edited with Monsiuer Mortimer’s Novel Quill
Hello readers, this is the kilted boy here. Just recently, I had the pleasure of speaking to one of our school’s werewolves in a one-on-one interview. I have brought you the scoop on what we have talked about in hopes of shedding some light on the school itself. For the privacy of the wolf, their name will be kept for only me to know. So without further ado, let us see what this werewolf has to say to us all in response to my questions.
My first question to the werewolf was a simple one, I asked how did they become infected rather simple question yes, but as their story goes.
“It was two years ago… Shortly after Dorchester had taken over the school. My birthday had just past and my… partner at the time and I were fighting. Their sister had spoken to me and offered to take a walk around the grounds with me, but I didn’t want to be around anyone. I turned her down and chose to wander the grounds alone…” The wolf paused here, taking a deep breath, a haunted expression upon their face and the shadows of their past glistening in their eyes. “I’ve never been good at astronomy and Daisy wasn’t holding those moon calf dung clubs at the time, so I wasn’t even aware it was a full moon until I was out there. Not that I had any reason to think there was anything dangerous on the grounds… So there I am walking when… out of nowhere it attacks me. It was black as night and larger than any dog I’ve ever seen, with piercing blue eyes. I wasn’t prepared for her. She pounced onto my back, digging her claws into me and she got her several times, and the werewolf should be the attack marks. All the while her claws raked my skin everywhere else. I don’t know… what stopped her or why I survived… But I woke up in the Hospital Wing…”
This serves as an important warning to all the students of this school to watch the cycles of the moon and never be caught out on a full moon as it could be very bad for your health. As for my second question it was another simple one I felt. How was your first change and over the course of time, has it gotten easier or harder?” In the wolf’s answer, we also got a peek at what the wolfsbane potion is for them.Their answer was as follows.
“The week leading up to the first change was terrible… the potion is… the worst thing I’ve ever tasted, it’s… literally poison, lessened by the other ingredients and magic, of course but… still…. It makes you tired, it… You spend the week, crawling in your skin, feeling your joints ache… And then the change comes… Your bones break and reform themselves, your skin stretches and things crack and…. I don’t think it gets easier… You just become better… accustomed. It still hurts like a mother… but you don’t cry as much. You just wait for it to be over.”
I now felt I could double up on the questions, so I gave our werewolf a double set of questions. With the first one I learned that they do not consider this a gift in their own right. So, please understand readers do never think of this as a gift, but my questions was as followed: What is it like living with your gift each month, if you could call it that? Also how has your life changed since this time.
Again, I am writing their answer in their own words, as I want nothing to be taken out of context.
“It isn’t a gift.” This made me jump in my skin just a bit at the aftermath. The wolf continued, filling me with sorrow and pity. “My wand was snapped in the attack… My family disowned me… I still have nightmares about that night… I have professors who are cruel to me because of my condition… I am physically disfigured… Once a month, my night is spent locked away while my friends are comfortable in their beds, oblivious to what goes on around them. I spend every day working hard to build up my school resume because the moment I step foot out of this school, I will be faced with discrimination that most students can’t imagine. Either I’m up front about my condition and I am potentially blacklisted or fired… or I struggle to hold a job where I need to take sick leave off every month, sometimes twice a month. Nevermind trying to afford wolfsbane, or struggling to lock myself away each moon. Graduating is honestly my biggest fear. Twenty five times I’ve had to go through the shift. Twenty five weeks of wolfsbane, one goblet a night.” They seemed to be visibly shaken by this, continuing further.”What about this year? The hatred I have to see on the walls? Friends who have turned on me? That night those kids snuck out? I had a friend ask me if /I/ was the one who attacked, as if I was capable of something like that. I…” The wolf had to clear their throat, fighting off some emotion I couldn’t begin to comprehend. “It’s a burden. A curse I cannot put upon anyone else. I don’t confide in people if I can help it. I won’t be able to get married or have a family, because I don’t want anyone else to struggle with me, or to endanger them.”
Finally, I asked them this last question, to pretend I was not there for this as I asked them to say anything they might want to say toward the student body as a whole, so that we might be able to hear the other side from the horse’s mouth as it is. Their answer follows, and I urge all of you to take the words of this werewolf to heart please.
“I’ve been told that I should act as an ambassador for others like me… It’s not… not an easy task. I had a temper even before all of this and have always wanted to face injustices head on…. There are those of you who think that we shouldn’t be allowed at school. To you, I ask, why is it any more safe for us to be out there? Here, we are shown compassion, even if there are those against us. We are able to be shaped into better people, instead of wild monsters. There are some of you who think we should die… To you… I say this, and only this… The day I ravage someone because of my condition? You will find me waiting, wandless and open armed, for you to put me down. At that point, I will deserve it. But for as long as I am innocent, I will continue to fight for my right, and the right for others like me… to live.” They hesitated before continuing. “You’re free to think what you like, but be sure to consider all sides… and that you’re thinking for yourself.”
Now, from the writer of this interview to all of you, I felt compassion for this werewolf without naming a name, and I offer a long distance hug to them, and if any of the wolves of this school would like to come talk, and have someone to confide it, I will not tell a soul and will be open minded, as I feel in a way, sadness for each and every one of you. I can promise you that our werewolves already have it hard, but we are making life harder for each and every one of them.
Also, I will say this, you do not have to worry about those we go to school with, as the true danger is the one right outside these walls. This is the Kilted boy finishing up my report. Thank you all for reading.