Chapter Two-
Macon's jaw dropped.
He had never known a spell that could have done this existed in his own study. How could he have been so stupid- to not supervise his niece? to not realize if he hadn't touched the book-it was probably dangerous?
"So-" he took a second to think of a reply "You're-"
"I'm your mutt." he replied, folding his arms.
"So you turned human? You're no longer canine at all?"
"Woof, woof- old man." sneered Bartholomew, bright white teeth showing.
"I'll take that as a 'no'." Macon replied, his face becoming more serious.
When -or if- Boo became human again, he was going to put a muzzle on him for a while because of this.
"Oh- you can teach an old dog new tricks!" he said with a fake smile, turning to Lena and Ethan "Pun not intended."
"Boo-" mumbled Macon, like he would say Lena's name if she was about to irritate him.
"Don't 'Boo' me!" he hissed, taking a step forward.
"Boo Radley." Macon corrected, just doing it to irritate the man further.
"Beep! Wrong again!" He said, acting like a gameshow host.
"The correct answer was: Someone wrote a book on you, are you're so self-centered that you named your dog after the character. If I had gone to school, I would have gotten the crap beaten out of me for that name. Like Michael Jackson's kids. Who the hell name's a kid 'Blanket'?" He said, shrugging. "Anyway, I developed a real name for myself. Bartholomew. Old-school, but it's better than yours." he said, pulling back the chair on the other side of Macon, sitting down and resting his feet on top of the table.
"I may no longer be able to see through you, but I can see what you're doing without seeing in you perspective." he said, teeth clenched.
"Well la-dee-friggin'-da! The man can see!" He threw his hands up in the air sarcastically.
"back to my point- the correct answer could have also been:" he made a face "'I'm Macon Ravenwood! My dog takes care of my niece more than I do- until she gets a boyfriend and now I pretend I even know how old she is! I treat my dog like crap, even though he does all the work!'" by the time he finished, his arms were up in the air in rage.
Macon opened his eyes wide in shock. He always thought of Boo as loving and loyal. Maybe this side of him was coming out because he was the same species as himself, and also younger- so if he wanted to hurt him physically, he could do so easily if he caught him off-guard. But only one question truly bothered him:
Had he really been that cruel?