A/N: I'm sorry it took this long to get this out. The next updates should be a shorter time period in between. This chapter is like, one third smut, so I hope that makes up for it, lol.
Thank you to D, Sophie, and Wifey for beta work.
Enjoy!
-Angie
Controversial Werewolf Law Rejected by High Court
by Terry Boot - Political Reporter
In a surprise move yesterday, the high court of the International Confederation of Wizards struck down the proposed international statute that would restrict the movements of werewolves between countries as well as their ability to obtain and retain employment.
Therefore, the proposal needs a two-thirds majority vote from the world representatives, where it needs two-thirds of the member vote to pass. The vote originally passed twelve days ago with a majority of 110 of the 195 members voting for it, down from the projected vote of 125 of the 195 members approving. Now that the law has been vetoed, the proposal must gain 21 votes to pass into law.
Mikael Mikaelson, staunch supporter of the law (and representative for England) released the following comment: "As a parent to a number of children myself, one of whom was a casualty of a werewolf attack, you can understand my reluctance to allow werewolves to roam through the populace without additional security measures. I firmly believe that there will be at least twenty-one people who will see the sense in supporting the proposal. The proposed law will solve this problem by (Continued, pg. D2).
Klaus looked much happier that morning than he had in awhile (for obvious reasons), and once he'd finished breakfast, he kissed Caroline on the cheek, giving her one of those rare dimpled smiles that seemed to be reserved just for her, and went to grab his broom for Quidditch practice.
Caroline, however, was not in a good mood at all. It wasn't that she wasn't happy the law got vetoed by the high court (she was), but the last part of the front page section of the article confused her. Mikael said he'd lost a child to a werewolf. If he hadn't phrased it using the word 'casualty' she might have thought that he meant Klaus was dead to him, but something told her there was something more to it. She tried to remember anything else she knew about the Mikaelson family (And Mikael Mikaelson? Mikael's parents shouldn't have been allowed to name children, honestly), and recalled what her father had said about one of their children dying.
Was it possible that the child had died from a werewolf attack? Maybe the child had died, but Klaus only was bitten, and maybe it was resentment on the part of Mikael that Klaus had lived while his other child had died. Well, not only had Klaus lived, but he'd also become the thing that Mikael hated: a werewolf.
It would explain so much…
She bit her lip. She was curious now, but she wasn't sure that asking Klaus would be a good idea. At the same time, she doubted that Klaus would appreciate her asking one of his siblings.
Unless he didn't find out.
Elijah's always been obsessed with family connections.
She sipped her coffee and waited until Elijah left the Great Hall before getting up, setting her mug down on the table and grabbing her bag, trying to look casual. "Um, Elijah?" she called as she left.
He turned around, nodding stiffly to her. "Hello, Caroline. Are you looking for my brother?"
"No, actually. I wanted to talk to you about something. Well, ask you something, really."
He nodded.
"In private," she added, and he raised an eyebrow before walking to a nearby empty classroom, opening the door and waiting for her to go through.
"What may I help you with?"
"I know about Klaus's...thing," she started, making Elijah raise his eyebrows. "I was wondering if...Well, it seems like your father hates him, and I was wondering if it was because of your brother. The one that died from the werewolf attack."
Elijah pressed his lips together, his expression calculating. Caroline had long ago accepted that house traits weren't something you necessarily adhered to, but instead were values. Elijah might value the Hufflepuff traits (loyalty and justice), but he was as shrewd as any Slytherin.
"Does my brother know you are asking?"
Caroline shook her head, and Elijah walked towards the door. "Elijah, please. He just...he doesn't want to talk to me about his family, and I want to help, okay? I need to know what I can do."
"You can support him," Elijah said slowly without turning to face her. "You can give him your love and trust that he'll share his experiences when he's ready to, and not before. My brother is a good person, Caroline, and what our father did was unfair. However, it is not my place to speak of it. Good day."
"Good day," Caroline echoed, already planning how to talk to Klaus about what she suspected (and Elijah had all but confirmed).
She walked back to the common room lost in thought, trying to figure out a way that she could help. There was nothing she could do to Mikael, really, but she could be on Klaus's side with it. She could help him not feel so alone.
The question was how.
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Klaus and Caroline had planned to spend most of the day before Valentine's Day in Caroline's study room, but they decided that they should have a late brunch in Hogsmeade instead and just hang out there during their free period the next day (which was the actual holiday). She had insisted on no presents, pinning him with a glare that told him that she meant it, but he took her out for lunch at a small café across the street from Madam Puddifoot's, where they made fun of the boys who were being dragged there by their girlfriends.
"Have I mentioned how glad I am that you're willing to spend Valentine's Day not covered in pink confetti?"
"Technically it's not Valentine's Day until tomorrow, but no you haven't."
He grinned. "Well, I'm glad that you're willing to spend Valentine's Day not covered in pink confetti."
"Good to know," Caroline said solemnly, fighting down a smile before taking a bite of her pancake.
Klaus took out his wand and waved it around them. "Muffliato."
Caroline raised an eyebrow, not commenting on the privacy spell, instead just looking at him expectantly.
"Caroline, we need to talk."
Caroline felt a lump rise in her throat. What happened? Everything was fine that morning. She tried to think of an explanation while she nodded.
"What's up?" she asked, her voice shaky.
His eyes widened in surprise at her tone before it seemed to dawn on him what she thought. "I'm not breaking up with you, love," he said quickly, grabbing her hand.
She glared at him a bit reproachfully at his choice of words, making him grin.
"I just want to talk to you about what happened with Elijah the other day."
Caroline bit her lip, knowing that denying it would just make it worse. "He told you?"
"Of course he did," Klaus said, rolling his eyes. "He wanted to make sure that I knew that you knew, and he also spewed some tripe about trusting others." He took a deep breath. "Anyway, this werewolf thing…it's a secret. And it's really important to me that it stays that way, all right? I haven't trusted many people outside of my family with it, and I want you to promise me that you won't tell anyone."
"Okay," Caroline said slowly.
"And I know that you knew before you found me in the forest. You didn't tell anyone, did you?"
"No, of course not," she said, a bit insulted.
"Sorry, sweetheart. Just had to make sure."
She smiled at the term of endearment, and he seemed to know that judging by his smirk. "Don't look so pleased with yourself," she teased, throwing one of the raspberries the restaurant used as garnish at him, which he caught and popped in his mouth.
"I'm meeting Kat after this to go shopping. I hope that's okay," Caroline said. "We're spending the afternoon together tomorrow, so I thought I'd spend some time with her to cheer her up. 'Cause she broke up with Mason."
"Of course. I'll track down Marcel," he said, pulling out a two Sickles and a few Knuts and dropping them on the table before getting up and offering her his hand. She smiled and took it, walking with him out of the cafe.
"I'll see you soon," she said before kissing him softly.
"See you soon, sweetheart."
She found Katherine quickly enough, and the other girl dragged her to a nearby clothing store. "Retail therapy?" Caroline asked, smirking. "I'm in."
"Sort of," Katherine said with an elegant shrug of her shoulders.
"Sort of?"
"Liam has patrol tonight, and Marcel has mysteriously decided that tonight is the perfect night to have his first date with Rebekah."
Caroline rolled her eyes. "You so didn't."
"I so did," she said cheerfully. "Elijah was happy to help fix up the patrol schedule."
"Elijah, huh?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, Kat. So why are we here?"
"Don't play stupid, Care. We're getting you some nice things."
Caroline felt a flush crawl up her cheeks. "I don't think it'll matter. He kind of likes them better off than on."
Katherine let out a rather unladylike snort. "Doesn't every guy? It'll make you feel confident, and that's the point."
Caroline eyed the racks of lace, mesh, and was that leather? "I don't know if I'd feel confident in these."
"Here, try this one," Katherine said, ignoring her and thrusting a balconette bra towards her.
Caroline bit her lip but obligingly took it, going to the dressing room and shedding her top.
It would be four days before the full moon on Valentine's Day, and so Klaus would just be getting into his irritable pre-moon state of mind. However, the week before they'd had a number of conversations where she'd asked a huge list of questions about werewolves over the span of two days, and one of those conversations still made her blush slightly when she thought about it.
"What's it like for the days before the full moon? Are you always as irritable as you were last month?"
He shrugged. "Last month was the first time the irritability was a bit overwhelming. I usually get a bit short-tempered, but not irritable."
"And what else happens?" Caroline asked curiously. "Can I call it your time of month?"
He glared at her, and she failed to fight down a smile, making him roll his eyes. "No, you most certainly may not. And many things happen."
"Like?"
He held her gaze, his eyes darkening slightly, making her breath catch at the intensity. "Well, the wolf instincts become more prominent closer to the full moon, and fade away slowly afterwards. Usually I'm only especially short-tempered the day before and after, but the protectiveness and territorialism happens about three or four days before."
"Protectiveness and territorialism?" Caroline asked, frowning (though she had a good idea of what it meant, due to his behavior in the forest). She felt herself flush slightly in spite of herself, and he smirked, leaning forward slightly.
"I want to tear your clothes off and take you against the classroom door whenever we're within close proximity. Last fall you have no idea how much I wanted to bend you over the library table we were working at and take you from behind, how much I wanted to drag you up the stairs from the common room and fuck you hard in my bed."
She felt herself blush more and more as he talked, heat pooling between her legs, and he smirked, clearly completely aware of what he was doing to her, his gaze still locked to hers. "Do you like it when I tell you what I want from you, Caroline? The things I'd do to you…"
She swore softly, rubbing her thighs together, and he smirked. The Ravenclaws at the next table shot her a few amused looks before turning back to their work. "I should go," she said, shooting him a halfhearted glare as she gathered her things.
"Feeling a little uncomfortable?" he asked, his grin wicked but eyes innocent.
"Fuck you," she mumbled, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Oh, I'd like you to follow through on that very, very much."
Trying to fight down the blush just from the memory of the way his voice wrapped around her, she clipped the bra around her torso, adjusting it carefully and turning in the mirror. It was a bit big, but she suspected that even in the correct size it wouldn't look as good as another option. Taking it off and putting her bra and shirt back on, she put it carefully back on the hanger and brought it out.
Katherine was waiting with a few more options. "Your face is a tomato," she said bluntly. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah. Just thinking about something," Caroline said before grimacing when she realized what the words implied.
Katherine's smirk was absolutely sadistic, and she just thrust the hangers toward her. "Well, you go ahead and think about that."
Caroline made a face and went back into the dressing room, examining her options and picking out a blue lace...thing. She'd noticed that he seemed particularly partial to her ass over her breasts, and the form-fitting lace would frame hers quite well. She pulled it on carefully, adjusting herself to make sure the fit was right, and hoping that it was cheap, since she had a feeling it would get ripped up.
She pulled it off and checked the tag-three Galleons and four Knuts, not bad at all.
She redressed and walked out without trying anything else, nodding at Katherine when the other girl asked if she got what she needed, and paying at the register.
They each got a few chocolates at Honeyduke's before walking back to the castle, and Caroline almost went bright red again when Klaus kissed her on the cheek and asked what was in the bag. "Katherine made me buy it," she mumbled, hoping he wouldn't ask to see what it was.
Not that he wouldn't be seeing later, but she needed some time to get up her nerve.
He seemed to guess exactly what it was though, and he couldn't wipe the smug smirk off his face for the rest of their meal, no matter how much she glared at him and poked him in the side.
"Liam has patrol, apparently, and Marcel's going to be doing something," Caroline said, her hand laced with his as the walked, the shopping bag and her purse in the other.
He nodded. "Yes, Marcel did mention he'd be otherwise engaged tonight. Salamander," Klaus said to the wall, which slid aside to reveal the Slytherin common room. "Coming upstairs?" he asked.
"Yeah. Sure," Caroline said, feeling her nervousness practically double.
She walked up the stairs behind him, trying to calm her breathing and wondering why she was so nervous. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her naked before, and he hadn't seemed to mind the way she looked at all, especially considering the hunger in his eyes even when she was covered.
Sure, there were parts of her body she wasn't as comfortable with as others, but he'd seen it all, so what was the big deal? Maybe it made her uncomfortable because the entire purpose of what she'd bought was to tease and show off her body. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, telling herself that there was nothing to be nervous about.
He kissed her when they arrived, pressing her against the door, and she moaned as his hands snuck under her top to stroke her stomach. "I need to use your bathroom," she said, and he smiled when she put down her purse, keeping the shopping bag in her hand.
"Of course."
"Stop with the arrogant douchewad face or I might decide it's not worth changing into."
"Arrogant douchewad face?"
She raised an eyebrow, and he quickly blanked his expression. "Sorry, love. I did think we were going slow, though?"
"Special occasion," she said. "We don't have to if you don't want—"
"No, no, I want to," he hastened to assure her, making her smirk.
She closed the bathroom door behind her, not even taking the time to look around and instead pulling off her clothes and folding them neatly to stuff into the bag that currently held the lingerie. She pulled it on, still a bit uncomfortable, before turning to the mirror.
She looked good, she realized, turning around to make sure there weren't wrinkles. Yeah, she looked good, and Klaus wouldn't know what hit him.
She walked out, bending down to set the shopping bag next to her purse, and let a smirk overtake her face when she looked up to see Klaus's eyes fixed on her, his pupils dilated with lust, eyes dark.
She walked over, not bothering to try to add a saunter or an extra swing of her hips, knowing that he was just interested in touching her as soon as possible, and she straddled him, smiling as his hands found her ass, squeezing it firmly and pressing her barely-covered pussy against his already hard cock through his jeans.
"You are...ravishing," he said quietly, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her lips down to his.
Her hands wound into his shirt before they broke their kiss so that she could pull it off, running her hands up and down his bare chest, her fingers tracing his tattoos as he laid down, pulling her on top of him.
She reached down to unbutton his jeans, tugging the zipper down and looming over him on her hands and knees, bending down to kiss him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth, both of them groaning softly.
Katherine was right, Caroline thought as she broke away and watched Klaus undress completely, Caroline buying and wearing pretty lingerie—seeing him look at her like that—was a confidence boost unlike anything she'd had before.
Well, besides getting perfect grades, organizing the most successful dragon-pox bake sale fundraiser in Hogwarts history, and winning over half the OWL achievement awards for her year group.
But she didn't want to think about that now.
"How attached are you to this?" Klaus asked, fingering the lace hem framing her ass.
"It was only a few Galle—hey!"
"I'll buy you a new one. More than one new one."
She would have rolled her eyes and scoffed if he hadn't plunged two fingers into her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit while he looked at her face, and she couldn't stop the wanton, needy sounds that escaped her as she pushed back against his fingers, making him smirk.
"I love how loud you are for me," he said, his voice low.
"Can't help it," she gasped out. "Fuck yes, just like that."
She really couldn't help how loud her moans and gasps were as she gripped the sheets in her hands, shuddering as she was about to tip over the edge, when his thumb moved away and he changed his strokes to be less rhythmic and slower, pulling his fingers away when she rolled her hips against them.
"Klaus, don't stop, I was about to come."
"I know," he said, pulling his fingers away and licking her juices off of them.
She glared at him, and he just smirked, flipping them so that he was on top. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart."
"No," she said, flipping them back so that she was on top, sitting up and straddling him, reaching down to stroke his hard cock a few times before sinking on top of him, smirking at Klaus's groan as she took him in.
His hands went to her hips to steady her as he jerked his hips, slamming into her, and she moaned as she bounced on top of him, her head thrown back. She reached down to rub her clit, gasping his name as she rapidly approached her peak.
"That's right, love, scream for me."
She moved so that his thick cock filled her completely with every thrust, and it felt so fucking perfect and right, and she was fucking begging, she realized, not registering the please, Klaus, please make me come until she realized how loudly she was screaming it, and she was so thankful that they'd put a silencing charm on the door or the entire common room would hear how hard and fast he was fucking her and how good his cock felt inside her.
And he had that giant smug smirk on his face that she loathed and loved in equal measure, telling her good she felt around him and how beautiful she looked writhing on top of him while he fucked her, and she was so fucking close and the feeling of release when she finally tipped over the edge was intense and perfect.
He pounded into her as she rode out her orgasm, his fingertips digging into her hips so hard that she'd probably have light marks in the morning (not that she cared), and he groaned out her name as he came inside of her, both of their breathing ragged and short.
"Shit," she mumbled, reaching over to the bedside table to grab her wand, and his eyes widened as he realized they'd forgotten the charm. "Don't worry, it works for up to twenty-one hours, remember?"
He nodded, both of them still breathing hard, and he pulled her on top of him, his hands moving along her skin as he dropped soft kisses on her cheek and jaw. They laid there for a while, switching between lazy, drugging kisses and talking.
"Where do you think we'll be in a year?" Caroline asked abruptly.
"From this moment? In much the same position, I should hope."
She scoffed. "Not what I meant and you know it."
"Together. About to graduate," he said, his hands stroking her bare lower back. "Almost ready to win the Quidditch final."
She laughed. "Of course. It's all Quidditch for you."
He shrugged. "Well, I doubt I'll be able to do it after school, so I might as well enjoy it while I can. There's so much discrimination, you know. In addition, I'd have to get sick leave once a month, and there's the possibility of injuries. We've talked about this before."
She nodded. "I just don't see why you're so set on not having hope."
"It's not that I don't have hope, sweetheart. It's that hope is a bit silly to have in this situation. Unless someone invents something that will make the transformation lose its side effects, then—Oh, love, no, don't…"
"What?" Caroline asked innocently.
"That's the plotting face," he said teasingly. "That never indicates good things."
"Well, you know that I need an NEWT potions project."
"You can't be serious. You want to create a potion for that?"
"No, I want to modify the wolfsbane potion. It'll be easier that way. And anyway, that would give me an in with the field I want to go into."
"Right. Arithmancy and Potions combinations for curse-breaking."
She nodded excitedly, bending down to press a kiss to his lips, making him groan softly, his hands moving down to stroke the backs of her legs as his cock stirred against her inner thigh.
"Ready for round two?" she teased. "I thought I tired you ou—"
He flipped them over, pressing his lips roughly against hers before she could finish, grinding against her, making her moan. She reached down to stroke him a few times, her other hand scratching down his lower back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding him to her entrance. Both of them moaned as he pushed in, and she arched her back, moving her head to the side so that he could bite and lick her neck, his balls slapping against her skin as he fucked her hard.
Her breathing was ragged as she pleaded with him to go faster, and she soon clenched around him, moaning his name loudly as she clawed at his back, gasping out his name.
He spilled inside her for the second time that night, collapsing on top of her, and she felt warm and guarded and safe.
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She stirred in Klaus's arms the next morning, resisting the urge to swear out loud when she realized that she'd fallen asleep in his bed. He was snoring softly beside her, his arms securely pulling her into his chest. She carefully disentangled herself enough to reach for her the bag with her clothes so that she could dress. As she was about to grab them, she realized that it would probably be better to wait until he woke up so that she could borrow his broom to fly back to her room.
She grabbed her floo off the side table, moving slowly so as to not wake her boyfriend, and swiped the side before writing with the tip of her finger to Katherine that she'd be coming through the window soon and to open it to make sure she could get in before trying to decide how to wake Klaus.
She felt his morning erection pressing against her ass, and wondered absently whether the territorialism and protectiveness was supplemented by a higher sex drive while she moved slowly out of his arms and down his body.
She settled in between his legs and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him and ghosting her finger over the tip before running her tongue up his length, swirling it around the tip of him before wrapping her lips around him and taking him into her mouth completely until he hit the back of her throat, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked.
He had jerked awake at the first touch of her tongue to his cock, and he was now looking down at her, momentarily confused before he groaned and swore under his breath, his hips jerking up as he thrust into her mouth, making her gag.
"Sorry," he said, his voice husky from sleep as he wound his fingers into her hair. "Suck harder...yes, just like that. You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth."
She moaned around him, stroking him faster as her cheeks hollowed, looking up at him, feeling her face flush at the look of pure lust on his face.
"I'm going to come," he warned, groaning as she sucked harder, stroking his balls with the hand that wasn't moving up and down his length in sync with her mouth.
She moved her head down as she felt him stiffen, and swallowed around him, her hand still stroking him through his climax.
She dragged her tongue along his cock as she sat up, moving back on top of him. "Happy Valentine's Day."
"Was that my present?" he teased.
"We decided no presents," she reminded him.
"True," he said, flipping them over so that he was on top, supporting himself on his elbows, kissing down the skin of her jaw and neck. "But it would be rude of me not to reciprocate your not-present."
"Very true," she agreed, moaning as he took a nipple in his mouth, his hand already moving between her legs. "You can do it later, though. Kat's waiting for me."
"She can wait a bit longer."
"I really think—Oh my god, never mind, yes, fuck…"
XXX
"Practical lesson today, everyone," Professor Tonks said, beginning to write instructions on the board. "We're starting the human to object transfigurations today. Can anyone tell me why we're doing objects before animals? Yes, Miss Forbes."
"We're doing objects before animals because animals are sentient beings. Transfiguring yourself or another person into an object doesn't add any other instincts, you just have to make sure that you're able to change yourself back both wandlessly and nonverbally. In contrast, when a person transfigures themselves into an animal, they gain animal instincts in addition to their human ones. Though there are advantages to this, such as the ability to communicate with other animals—"
Caroline stopped abruptly, the solution to Klaus's problem hitting her at once. The entire class was staring at her, though, confused by her abrupt self-interruption.
"Miss Forbes?"
"Oh, sorry. The advantage is the ability to communicate in a limited fashion with other animals, but the downside is that in rare cases, if the human's will isn't strong enough, the animal can take over, and then you'll be stuck that way."
"Good. Ten points to Slytherin," Professor Tonks said, frowning slightly before seeming to reconnect with the class. "Everyone partner up. We're starting with transfiguring hands to nail files. Everyone please take one out of the box here to use for reference."
The class passed quickly, Caroline almost unable to concentrate due to her thoughts being scattered, and Klaus seemed to notice this, because he caught her wrist before she could wave her wand at his hand. "Caroline, what's going on?"
"Nothing. I'll talk to you about it later."
"Is it about this morning? Because—"
"No, no it's not. I just have to talk to Professor Tonks after the class."
He frowned, looking a bit suspicious. "All right. Shall I wait for you?"
"No. I'll meet you in the study room I showed you."
He nodded before waving his wand, turning Caroline's pinkie into a tiny, perfect nail file.
After class, Caroline gathered up her things and waited for the class to file out, letting Klaus plant a chaste kiss on her cheek before he left. She walked up to Professor Tonks, who turned around.
"No," she said without preamble.
"What do you mean 'No'? I haven't even said anything," Caroline said a bit defensively.
"No, I will not help you become an animagus so that you can run around with your boyfriend in the forest during the full moon. Does that answer your question?"
"Why not? I'll register and everything once I complete the—"
"Because becoming an animagus requires a lot of work, and quite a bit of powerful magic."
"And the war heroes James Potter and Sirius Black—"
"Sirius Black was my cousin. I know perfectly well what he did with his spare time, and he and James were both powerful wizards who had a lot of time on their hands."
"Are you saying I'm not powerful enough?" Caroline asked, bristling.
"No. You're plenty powerful enough. However, I knew a girl who ran around with a werewolf, and it did not end well for her."
"Are you talking about your daughter, because—"
"Five points from Slytherin," Professor Tonks said firmly. "I'll thank you not to ask about my personal life."
"You just volunteered information about your personal—"
"Another five points."
"You know that if you don't help me, I'll do it anyway, and I might hurt myself by accident. Are you really willing to let that happen?"
Caroline knew the story of Andromeda Tonks, and the misfortune that chased her. She'd been disinherited by her parents for marrying a muggle-born, who then died along with their daughter in the Second War. Now, there was only Theodore Tonks, who was a first year Gryffindor. The rumor was that Professor Tonks would have to leave at the end of the school year to prevent a conflict of interest.
Despite the struggles she'd faced, though, Professor Tonks remained a parent, no matter that her daughter had died, and Caroline was willing to capitalize on that.
"Fine," the other woman said, a bit harshly. "Brew the revealing potion and come here on Wednesday."
"Thank you so mu—"
"You may not have a form," Professor Tonks interrupted. "That happens about a third of the time. Many people can't achieve even that part of the transformation. After that, it will require a lot of hard work and dedication, and will probably take until you graduate. At least."
"Cool. I'm in. I'll bring the potion on Wednesday. Thanks Professor Tonks!" Caroline said cheerfully, leaving as fast as she could.
A/N: I hope you liked the chapter :) Any predictions on what's going to happen next? What do you think will happen when the werewolf law goes to vote again? Did you like the smut? What do you think about Caroline's discoveries about Klaus, and do you think her solution will work? What do you think about her conversation with Professor Tonks?
This story only has a few chapters left, so I'm excited for you to get to see what I do with the rest of it :)
Hugs!
-Angie