Entry for "Herbology" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"

Task: Write about a character in a seemingly deadly situation who manages to get out unharmed. Min 300 words.

Extra Prompt: (word) teeth

Entry for the "Chocolate Frog Card Club" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"

(Silver) Alastor Moody; Challenge: Write about Alastor Moody.

Alastor gritted his teeth so hard that they made a screeching sound that caused him to shudder inwardly. He was staring into the eyes of the growling werewolf in front of him, not daring to move to grab his wand from the pocket of his heavy cloak as he was sure that the predator would attack as soon as he did.

Was this the end now? Would he die because he had once failed only so slightly to stick to his own personal motto? Constant vigilance had failed him tonight as he had walked through this damned forest without having his wand drawn. Also he had totally forgotten about the fact that it was full moon... Hell, was he really getting old?!

Maybe it was destiny, really... maybe someone up there tried to suggest that he should just throw himself in front of this werewolf so he would not have to suffer the negative sides of aging? He did not wanted to think about what could happen to his reputation if he slowly became senile, really... It was his personal nightmare of some sorts.

The werewolf was staring back at him, as if he was trying to read the auror's thoughts, and Moody asked himself if there could be any other way out of this situation. Because at the moment, he only saw two: standing glued to the spot until morning light, or moving so the werewolf would strike and very likely kill him.

Alastor took a deep breath and started to move his arm very very slowly, planning to try and grab his wand, having decided that he just had to do something. He was just not the type of man to stand around, waiting for his opponent to strike first.

Really, he was expecting the werewolf to jump at him, but suddenly, the werewolf started wagging his tail happily and let his tongue hang out, looking exactly like a dog that was happy to see its owner. And in this moment, Alastor realised something.

"Remus, this really was not funny!" Alastor growled as the werewolf licked the back of his hand and it really looked a bit as if he was smirking.