the cab—bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah.
(Source: tamrarps)
Harry nods, “Yeah…we don’t exactly explain the smell as…witchy per say” He laughs and then tilts his head slightly. “He passed away a few years previous?” He questions the older woman, “He was the one who turned me and my mates” He sighs and shakes his head. “Have you seen that movie with the werewolves? I…they call it imprinting or some weird shit like that?” Harry can’t help but laugh at the name. “It’s like that, but generally happens with witches…well as far as we know”
“Oh…what does it smell like?” Jaz wrinkled her nose and chuckled. Her grandma’s face fell slightly. “Ah.. he was a friend.” Her grandma smiled sadly. “Well you look disturbingly like him. He was always a bit of a dolt though. Turning others..I told him not to.” Her grandma took a seat then, shaking her head as if she was mentally scolding her old friend. Jaz turned her head back to Harry. “Im-Imprinting? Did you just use a twilight reference in my house. On a normal day I would flog you. When I met him..it didn’t make me feel- anything like those books described..not that I’ve read them.” She added quickly. “Maybe I read them.” She shook her head. “Grandma..my friend..Zayn..someone’s taken him. Can you help me find him..” She asked the woman desperately. “You can find him yourself, if he’s your werewolf..just concentrate.” Jaz glared at her. They had to stop using this..your thing. He wasn’t hers. She’d just met him. She sighed and focused on him in her mind- what she knew, her eyes shut then. And then she saw him.. in..was that a cave. Her eyes flew open. “He’s.. still unconscious It looks like..he’s in a cave.” She said quietly. “He might be hurt.”
“Usually we can just tell by smell” Harry admits, “But I suppose since you haven’t been using the magic much, that it isn’t as potent of a smell, though the house itself seems to be covered in it” He says with a light shrug. “I think it has to do with the whole werewolf and witch counterpart thing…I mean, if you’re really Zayn’s counterpart. He gives her a sad smile before frowning at the scent before the doorbell rang. He turned on his heel and crossed his arms. “What’s going on here?” He asks, looking from Jaz to her grandma.
“Well..it used to be my..her house. My grandma’s house. She’s a witch or she was.” She pointed to her grandma who seemed to still be staring at Harry. She furrowed her brow at his frown. “I’m guessing she smells a lot more…witchy than I.” Her grandma swatted her hand. “I’m sorry..you just look exactly like an old friend.. and old Alpha friend of mine.” She smiled and walked in. Jaz glanced between the two of them. “…Err..is anyone going to tell me what this counter part thing is about? Any takers? I will give lollipops.. for any sort of answer right now, to be quite honest.” She wasn’t sure what he meant by the counterpart thing. She’d been on one date with him-sure she liked him- quite a bit but that… was neither here nor there.
“Professor? Why not just call me X, or Xav? I like your name, unique.”
“Well, because even though you aren’t bald- it’s an X-men reference. Um-major geek right here. And that’s the first connection I made. My name-that’s..yeah. Thank you. I’m shit at compliments. Just a…heads up if you’re going to..talk to me.”
His mind was such a jumble. There were so many questioned he had to answer, not just to her, but to himself. He walks in, trying to figure out how to answer all of them at the best of his ability. He can’t even remember the last time he’s talked to a human being. The lights turned on when she glanced at him and it hit him rather quickly what was going on.
“Shit” He mumbles under his breath, “You’re a witch,” He runs his hands through his curls in desperation. “They took Zayn, whatever they are. I don’t know. I have a hunch it has to do with this underground society…” He shakes his head, “Breeds of mixed creatures. Werewolves and witches, maybe a few with vampire blood in them…”
“Why does everyone curse when I do that?” She half smiled at him. “I guess. I just thought I was odd, but Zayn and my Grandma think..I’m a …witch.” She was still coming to terms with that idea to be honest. But it didn’t look like she’d have much time to get adjusted to the terminology. “I’m not…I’m pretty new at it-but I have to help him.” She bit her bottom lip. She knew she needed to. “…Mixed creatures? But what would they want with Zayn?” She studied him carefully.
Her doorbell rang and her brow furrowed. She stood and glanced him. “Do you have any…pack members showing up here or something?” She raised her eyebrows slightly before approaching the door. “Would you open the door you insufferable girl.” She smiled at the familiar voice. “Ma… how’d you know I needed you?” She opened the door and let the older woman in. Jaz’s grandma was old- far older than she appeared. She looked like a very well preserved 70 year old woman when she was really, a hundred and four. She walked into the room and stopped dead short when she saw the boy sitting on the table. “As I live and breathe...” She half whispered. “Werewolves Jaz? This one? I know him..But it can’t be.” Her brow furrowed in slight confusion. “You know Harry?”
