Chapter 10
AN: I'm SO sorry it's been so long 3: I really hope you guys like this chapter, and I'll be doing my best to update this fic regularly
So someone was hunting Michelle's best friend. Not cool. Kelly was in danger, and Michelle was pretty much helpless. The two sat at a table on the café patio, silently eating some fish and chips. They exchanged glances every few minutes, Michelle hoping that Kelly would talk more about her being a werewolf. It was Kelly that broke the silence, but she didn't mention what was on Michelle's mind…
"So how was your evening?" she inquired.
"Good. Interesting. But good."
"Did you kiss Oliver?"
"No-"
"Silver?"
"No-"
"Then how was that a good night?"
"I don't have to kiss someone to have a good night, Kelly."
"Oh, right," Kelly drawled her last word out, coating it in all the sarcasm she had. She then sat back in her chair, her eyebrows drawing together as she bit her lip.
"What's up, Kelly?" Michelle shifted forward her in seat.
"How long has Silver been in the UK?"
"He said a couple months, why?"
"It's just…he's American, he's been here about the same amount of time as someone's been hunting us…"
"What? You can't honestly be suggesting that Silver is the one hunting…" Michelle glanced around before hissing, "Werewolves!"
"I'm just saying it's a possibility!" Kelly raised her hands, miming defense against Michelle's hushed but harsh tone.
"Well it's…erroneous." Thank god for words of the day. Had Michelle not gotten one of those calendars from her aunt two birthdays ago, she wouldn't have known the word existed.
"Nice vocabulary, Meech. I wouldn't have thought of that one," Kelly complimented. She appreciated proper use of uncommon words, and was known to throw cupcakes at first years that had large vocabularies.
"Thank you," Michelle tilted her head and smiled. "But seriously. You don't think it's Silver, do you?"
"Well I don't know. I haven't really met the guy yet. But it is a huge coincidence that he happened to arrive when the hunting began," she shrugged.
"I could try to find out. In fact, I should try to find out. I barely know the guy," Michelle leaned back in her chair, pulling her right foot up onto the seat.
"Ooooh, you'll be like a spy! We should give you and Silver code names. And we need to name the mission. How 'bout….operation Wolf's Bane? And we'll call you…"
"I already have a nickname. But I do like Wolf's Bane."
"We'll call you Sheepie!" Kelly ignored her friend.
"What? What does that have to do with any of this?"
"Here's what we'll do. You'll pretend that you're a werewolf. Y'know, let it slip to Silver. We'll set up a sting on the next full moon. You'll go to an abandoned barn, hide, and then we'll trap him if he follows!"
"And then what'll you do with him?"
"Well….if he has been hunting us, he'll have to face justice for it."
"So you'll be reporting him to the Ministry?"
"No. The Ministry isn't involved in our affairs," Kelly bristled at the Michelle's mention of the Ministry of Magic. Michelle was slightly taken aback by the venom in Kelly's voice. She had never heard that tone come from her friend, even when discussing rival houses or Quidditch matches or bad movies.
"So…what would you do with him if he's the hunter?"
Kelly leaned forward, lowering her voice to make sure even the rare passersby on the street wouldn't hear their conversation, "If he is the hunter, he'll be taken to the Lycan Court where he'll be put on trial and sentenced."
"Lycan Court? So werewolves have their own judicial system?"
"Yes. We're not all unruly beasts like the Ministry tends to claim," Kelly crossed her arms. A group of young teenagers sat down at the surrounding tables out on the café patio. "We should go inside. I assume you have more questions?" Kelly stood, leading Michelle into the café and up to her room. They walked inside and closed Kelly's bedroom door.
"So tell me more about werewolves. What's the social structure like?" The tall Gryffindor passed Michelle and flopped down onto her bed and motioned for Michelle to sit.
"Well, there are Alphas, Betas, intermediate, and Omegas. Alphas are the leaders. Like the popular kids in schools, except they have authority over every wolf in their pack. Betas are just below Alphas. They have some authority, but they have to get permission from the Alphas. The intermediates don't really have rank. They're just kinda there. The Omegas have the crappy role. They're like the mathletes in school. Pretty much everyone picks on them."
"So what's your rank?" Michelle inquired.
"Guess," Kelly said playfully.
"Well you're definitely not an Omega."
"Correct."
"I think I'd have to say….I don't know, I mean how common are all of the Alphas and Betas and intermediates?"
"Well each pack has two Alphas. One male, one female. The amount of Betas kind of varies from pack to pack. There are at least two, though. And then the intermediates are whatever's left."
"Well…I don't know, are you an intermediate?" Michelle justified that guess, seeing as how Kelly usually wasn't responsible enough to be in charge of too many people, and there were obviously more intermediates than Alphas and Betas combined.
"Nope," Kelly smiled widely.
"Beta?"
"Nope," her smile grew.
"Alpha?" Michelle asked incredulously. But…at school, you couldn't even lead the Ancient Runes Club. And there were only four other people!"
"Michelle, I'm hurt! Number one, those four other people happened to be first years who thought they were in the Activity and Rambunctious Club."
"That's not even a real club-"
"That's what I said!"
"So you're really an Alpha?"
"Yep."
"So…so how many werewolves are in your pack?"
Kelly silently counted on her fingers, flipping her digits up and down multiple times, "In the greater London area, about seventy," she shrugged.
"Seventy?" Michelle's voice was louder than she intended it to be. I didn't know we had that many in London."
"That's just downtown London," Kelly propped herself up on her elbows. "My pack covers London through Brighton, Oxford, Cambridge, and Southend-on-Sea."
"Seriously? Wow. I had no idea you had that much influence."
"Well my wolves and I are very discreet. The ones at Hogwarts know better than to acknowledge the pack."
"We have more wolves at Hogwarts? Who?"
"Sorry, Meech, but I can't say. I have a pact with my pack. We don't discuss identities with outsiders. You're my best friend, but a promise is a promise," Kelly shrugged.
"Fair enough." Michelle opened her mouth to ask another question, but left her mouth hanging as she looked out the window to see Oliver Wood, hovering on a broom outside of Kelly's window. She lunged forward, opening the window and dragging the brown-haired Quidditch player inside, his broom following. It had been easy to pull him inside, as he had originally been on his broom, but once he was no longer seated on it Michelle found herself unable to support his full weight. The two toppled to the floor, Oliver on top of Michelle. Kelly sat upright, staring down at them.
"Hi," Oliver smiled, glancing down at the slender Gryffindor beneath him.
"Can't…breathe…." Oliver lifted most of his weight by propping himself on his forearms, but didn't get off of Michelle.
"Better?"
"It would be best if you got off of me," Michelle retorted. She looked up into his dark brown eyes and blushed. With their bodies pressed together like this, she could feel his abdominal muscles against her flat stomach. His body was warm, and he smelled like vanilla. Michelle did like vanilla. And with Oliver so close, the smell was intoxicating.
"You sure that's what you really want?" Oliver whispered, his lips brushing her left ear lobe with each word. When he finished his seductive question, he slowly pulled his head back to look in Michelle's eyes, his lips grazing her jaw line. Michelle opened her mouth to speak, but found herself incapable of forming words. Oliver smiled and shifted his weight to his right arm, using his left to caress down Michelle's side to find its way under her thigh, lifting it so her knee bent and her leg pressed against the keeper's side. Michelle's breathing grew shallow and her cheeks grew redder. Oliver leaned down again, grazing his lips across her collarbone.
"Hot." Oliver jolted when he heard Kelly's voice. Even Michelle stiffened. They hadn't realized they were being watched. "Oh don't worry, you can keep going," the Gryffindor girl coaxed.
"Pervert," Michelle gaped at her friend.
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