"I think that Baz is up to something." Simon Snow declared. He and Penelope were sitting together at lunch when he had suddenly spoken between bites of his haggsmeat sandwich.
"Basilton?" Penelope asked. "Why would he be up to anything?"
Simon put his sandwich down sand began pacing. He always paced when he was accusing. "He's always back to the dorm late," Simon began.
"He's out with friends?" Penelope suggested.
"He hardly eats anything," He continued.
"He doesn't like the food here." Penelope stated.
"Just last week he got a perfect score on his dark creature exam!" Simon shouted.
"Then he studied." Penelope finished. "Unlike someone…"
Simon sat back down grumbling. Scooting closer to Penelope he whispered, "I think I know what it is…"
Penelope leaned in. "Oh?" She asked.
"He's…a werewolf!" Snow cried, a bit too loud to be a whisper.
Penelope fell back laughing in the grass.
"Don't laugh! I'll prove it!" Simon protested.
Penelope chuckled once more. "And I suppose you think I'm a vampire?" She grinned and barred her perfectly straight teeth.
"No…" Simon spoke, "Vampires are awful, disgusting creatures. You could never be one."
Penelope shrugged. "Well if Basilton really was a werewolf, wouldn't he smell like a dog?" She suggested.
Simon shook his head. "He wouldn't be so reckless."
Penelope giggled again. "Okay Simon, I'll believe that when I see it."