October 25th, 1885 — A Small Cabin on the Carmichael Escape
Once, at least two decades ago, this had been a gamekeeper’s cabin, but magical families seldom had use for such a post and so it had long since fallen into disrepair. Now, it was one of many corners into which the debutante could be tucked on the three nights each month that she shifted into a most fearsome canine, close enough to the house for the journey to and from not to be arduous, but far enough away that sounds would alert neither staff nor neighbors to the unnatural presence in their midst.
It was here that she changed into her lupine form on the third and final night of October’s full moon, here where she had thrashed against her bonds and gnawed at the ragged furnishings finally to settle upon the drugged lamb shank that had been left to keep her company and fall into an uneasy slumber.
Here where her brown eyes opened, human again, to the sight of a very frightened housemaid standing in the doorway.
— bee is a goddamn wizard ❤ —