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Oliver growled at the spirits… but did as Karla said, he wasn’t stupid… as much as he wanted to try and take a chunk out of one of these….witches…. Once again hsi need to not sweat at a female of any sort annoyed him. Carefully grabbing Ryan, his massive teeth surprisingly gentle against the human as he hauled him up onto his back, only bolting at full speed when he feel the humans hands grip his fur even if the human was knocked out cold.

He had not complained about the Witch Lady riding him as he was used to it with how often he played ‘hairy horse’ for his younger siblings. He pointedly ignored the words blood and mage, he didn’t want to be involved with shit like that… even if the women had basically lead him to rescuing the human he had hit on last night.

Soon the three of them were outside the building, it still looked ominous as fuck and it made Oliver’s fur stand on edge. “What the fuck is going on?” His voice growled out, not a growl towards the Witch Lady… but just how his voice was like this apparently. All growls and huffs.

“We need to get him to a doctor… or a healer….who ever is closer.” Oliver said once he’d shifted back, Ryan now in his arms Princess style as it was just easier to carry someone like that… and the wolf wanted to hold the human close after what had just happened…. The thought that they might have gotten there to late… it made a heavy stone fall in his gut.
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HannaBelle’s book bag was a bit heavier than when she’d set out this morning, she’d used the money she had saved up for her bike to purchase some books, one on soothsaying, the few shehad found that mentioned the book of the dead. As Well as a normal cookbook, she’d been ordering out to much lately and she was sure that Granny Tamick would appreciate a home cooked meal that was prepared without magic.

This took up a few hours as she looked through many books and then dropped them off at the townhouse that she shared with her teacher.

Now she was waiting inside the station that Karla had indicated… not sure that the other would even show up after what happened today… not that the red headed with ceven truly knew… she just had bits and pieces… and she knew well enough to not go poking around… yet…. Her flame colored hair was up in a loose bun with her bangs framing her face. The earing she wore where ones she had enchanted her self… to gently vibrate in her ears if soemone was lying to her...or being purposefully dishonest… she had yet to fix it to sort between white lyes of one's told out of stress or a desperate reason…. But they worked well enough to let her know if someone was lying to her on purpose.

“What the fuck am i doing… Dinner with a ….. Women i just met last night…. .” the witch sighed to herself and ran an hand over her face in irritation. She wore her black hoodie, with tight black jeans and a light grey shirt that had some paint splatter on the hem.