Two people sat beneath a flickering electrical light, their shadows cast dimly onto the wall behind them.

The man was fiddling with the buttons on his robe, seemingly unaware of anything going on around him. His sleek black hair was combed to one side, and his face was cleanly shaved. He was scowling to himself.

The woman had her eyes closed. A look of deep concentration covered her face. Her dark brown hair was slightly rumpled, but she didn't show any signs of noticing it.

"Where is he?" said the man suddenly. He glared at the woman.

"Shhh!" snapped the woman, her eyes still closed. "I think you will find that he is eavesdropping right outside the shack."

The man raised his eyebrows and walked to a worn wooden door. He opened it and peered outside. There was a loud pop, and another man, slightly more tall in stature than the first, was standing right in front of him.

The woman opened her eyes slowly. They were deep brown. "What took you so long, Arnold?"

Arnold pushed past the man and sat at the table. "I have many things to do, Olivia."

"Then can you explain why you were lurking outside instead of coming in?"

"I simply wanted to make sure you were the real thing," shot Arnold. "And apparently you are."

"Of course I am the real thing! The Seeing Eye has run in my family for centuries!"

"He never said it didn't," said the other man gently. "He only wanted to make sure it wasn't a trick."

Olivia sniffed loudly. "You would never understand, you're only a Squib—"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" roared the man angrily.

"Calm yourself, Wendell," said Olivia, clearly pleased that she had gotten such a reaction from him. "I only meant that you don't know what it feels like to be accused again and again of being a fraud. But then, we Seers have always been a target of ridicule from wizards."

Wendell grumbled to himself for a moment, and then said slowly, "Yes, as have the Squibs."

"And us, the werewolves, have suffered more persecution than the rest of the magical community put together," growled Arnold.

"That is why we must gather an army," said Olivia quietly. "The giants will come without hesitation, you know how they hate it when magic is used against them, but the Dementors might need a little persuading…"

"I can convince some other werewolves to come but—Olivia!"

Olivia had gone rigid, her whole body twitching madly. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

Wendell stood up so fast that he knocked his chair over. "Do something!" he said to Arnold. "I can't do magic!"

"Aguamenti!"

Water sprayed from the tip of Arnold's wand onto Olivia. Finally, the spasm subsided and she stirred slightly.

"What happened?" demanded Wendell, the color gone from his face.

"Vision," gasped Olivia. "I had a vision."

Arnold kneeled down by her chair. "What did you See?"

"Wars, many wars, people dying…But we had an army. Many had joined us…but there were people running everywhere, I couldn't See properly…Something was interfering… something from far away…"

"Shh," said Arnold. "That's enough. This meeting is over. We've done enough."

Wendell looked at him solemnly. "We are about to start something bigger than this world has ever seen. It's insane."

"If you don't want to go through with it, then leave," stated Arnold dryly. "We need only people who we know will be loyal to the cause."

Wendell flushed. "I am loyal."

"Good," said Arnold. "But I must be going." With another loud pop, he disappeared.