Werewolf Hunting

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Chapter Twenty Eight: The House on the Horizon. AKA Boewyn's Brainage

Moody appeared with a crack on the edge of a small forest then took a step back so he was hidden behind one of the trees. There was another crack and Boewyn appeared out in the open.

"Hello?" he called loudly, Moody hissed and grabbed the back of the hunter's shirt and dragged him into the trees. Boewyn fell on his bum with an "oof"

"Oh… There you are!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

"Shut up you idiot!" Moody hissed clamping hand over Boewyn mouth.

"Five" Boewyn's voice was muffled.

Moody wondered if he could just happen to leave his hand over Boewyn's mouth long enough to suffocate him and then call it an accident…

Boewyn carefully pried Moody's hand off his face.

"So… What now?" Boewyn asked cheerfully.

"We go this way" Moody grumbled, wiping his hand on his pants. He took a good look around and then stepped out from behind the trees and began to cross a large field of some description.

"Logical" Boewyn mused aloud. "Very logical indeed"

Moody rolled his good eye while watching all around him with his magical eye. He heard Boewyn take a breath and both eyes swung towards him.

"We will…!"

"Don't even!" Moody half-shouted.

"But…" Boewyn protested pitifully.

"NO!"

Boewyn sighed forlornly. Every inch of him looked like a kid who had been denied something.

They instead walked in silence, only hearing the sound of their footsteps across the field.

Boewyn began to hum.

Moody sighed.

"We will, we will… rock you…" Boewyn muttered under his breath.

Moody groaned.

"You never quit do you?"

"I can quit at anytime!"

Moody rolled his eyes, "Just stop ok?"

Boewyn gave another sigh.

"Ok, but only because there's a town over there and I need to save my breath so I can drink more."

"How on earth does that work?" Moody demanded

"DO NOT QUESTION THE INCREDIBLE BOEWYN!"

Moody rubbed his temples.

"Sometimes, I wonder about you. Wait… no take that back, Always, I wonder about you."

"I wonder about me too."

They entered the town and had a look around, it was only small. A shop, a pub (To which Boewyn cried "Yes!"), and a few houses.

"Quaint sort of place…" Boewyn mused thoughtfully after he had calmed himself down from the thought of booze.

"Good, that means the chance of you getting into bar fights is minimal."

"Never doubt me, Al. Never, ever doubt me"

Moody stared at him.

"I have a feeling you are going to die and slow and painful death"

"If you have anything to do with it, right, Al?"

"Damn straight."

They walked into the town. Nobody gave them a second glance – they were used to visitors.

"Right, we'll spend the night here. Then get moving again tomorrow." Moody declared after a moments thought.

"Sounds like a plan" Boewyn announced.

"Maybe because it is."

"Sarcasm isn't your strong point, Al." Boewyn noted as they made their way slowly to the pub, which was called the Heckling Hyena.

Just before they entered the pub Boewyn raised his eyes to the horizon on the edge of a hill he saw what looked to be a run down old ruin, at least, from this distance. He made a thoughtful noise, then followed Moody in.

Moody went to the business of ordering rooms etcetera, etcetera, blah, blah, Boewyn didn't really care what else, while the hunter went a took a seat at a rugged table. He idly traced patterns in the grain with a finger while he thought about the journey so far. It hadn't been bad, considering the company. Every thing a heroic adventure should have had, a thrilling hunt, several fights for survival, beautiful women, gypsies, monsters of varying descriptions and a fair amount of alcohol. He grinned cheerfully.

"Why do I get a sense of cold dread when you grin like that?" Moody asked dryly as he came over and sat down opposite Boewyn.

"Because it's me, enough said." Boewyn replied, giving Moody his best innocent look. Something he had perfected for the sole purpose of keeping his mother happy.

"Oh dear." Moody muttered.

Boewyn ordered himself a drink and went back to thinking, plastering a stupid, distant look on his face so Moody wouldn't get suspicious that thinking was just what he was doing. Moody tended to get nervous when he knew Boewyn was thinking, so he kept it to himself.

"Did you see the ruin?" he asked the Auror suddenly.

"What ruin?" Moody asked shortly.

"Obviously not then." Boewyn took a slow drink. Moody twitched.

"What ruin?" Moody repeated tersely.

"Oh, right, yes sorry, my bad" Boewyn said cheerfully.

"The one on the top of the hill over yonder." He continued, waving his hand idly in the vague direction he had seen it.

"what about this, ruin?" Moody asked quizzically.

"Seems like the kind of place where an evil dark lord would hide if you ask me." Boewyn claimed nonchalantly. Moody flicked his wand under the table casting a silencing spell.

"That's not like the guy, as far as we can tell. He likes to rub something in your face, not do the obvious."

"which is the exact reason he'd be there. He'd pick somewhere where you wouldn't expect him to be, while laughing because you've waved it of because that's the kind of place where you would expect him to be yet wouldn't be because it's the kind of place you'd suspect and you know that he knows that so he'd go there because you know he won't be there, even though he is."

Moody stared

"It's blatantly obvious"

"I'm not going to say anything until I have actually worked out what the hell you just said, then I'm going to have to work out what it means."

Moody paused for a moment.

"And then I am going to have get the strongest drink this place sells, because I'll realise that you're probably right about what ever it was that you just said and that I'll be wrong again."

"You could save yourself the brain cells and go get that drink now" Boewyn suggested

"I think I will." Moody muttered to himself as he cancelled the silence spell and got to his feet, making his way slowly over to the bar. Boewyn looked down at his drink and then looked up at Moody, then back at his drink, then back up.

"Get me one whilst you're up there, Al!" Boewyn called after him, then looked back down and downed what was left of the drink he had.

"All this thinking's making me feel sober." He complained disgustedly to himself.

Authors Note: I am REALLY sorry this chapter has taken me ages to get out. I had it half written and then I got really busy with finishing all my school work before the end of our official final week so I wouldn't have to go back for any reason.

YAY! NO MORE SCHOOL FOR ME

Dance

Now I just have a supervised assessment to go back for and I am done with school.

(Until TAFE next year anyways. Sigh)