Terry
When Ian came down to breakfast 次 morning he looked horrible. Like he hadn't closed his eyes または even half-slept. He was pale as a ghost and he wasn't blinking, just starring at the bowl of コーン, トウモロコシ flakes Mum had put at his place, like he was trying to convince himself to eat.
-Ian what's wrong? I asked from besides him.
-You look absolutely drained. Like you'd just... Oh my God, あなた used a spell didn't you? Sia said.
-Well...
-Ian!
-Lay off Sia, it was one spell. I said.
-Terry, we don't know how theese things work. They might have to kill somebody to work, they might create a werewolf at...
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