Sometimes, I wish I hadn't agreed to come to this world.

It's peaceful, which is the odd part. There's no more expeditions to strange and foreign parts of the globe, working with tribes to study the varying strands of the werewolf disease. No more prisons in Tijuana or Brazil. No more trying to decipher strange customs of cultures when I don't even understand the language, or a guide telling me "Just close your eyes and drink, and try not to think about what the bowl is made out of".


I took Xai on one of my trips to South America, when he was still my intern. We were working with a pack of werewolves that lived along the river's edge, and made a rudimentary Wolfsbane out of a certain plant that grew on the coast. It had a very strange effect of making them highly sexualized during the moon, leading to the first impregnantion between werewolves during the full moon that had been scientifically confirmed. We were trying to figure out just what it all meant, when this weird creature crawled out of the water. It looked like a mutant, and I had the most irrational fear that we were going to be eaten by a chupacabra or something equally legendary to whatever part of the globe. It was this large, hairless, fleshy yellow thing that made this whirring and grunting noise as it walked, it's eyes bulging and red. It stopped before us, rising onto it's hind legs, it's grey tongue dangling from a gaping maw as I stood in horror. Our guide kept saying, "Do not move, do not move, it is a magical creature from these parts...if you run, and it is hungry, it will eat you!" Slowly, it placed it's dragonesque claws on Xai's hips....

...and began to thrust against his leg, grunting and panting.

Our guide started laughing. So did the rest of the wolves. It turned it was a harmless herbivore, and they used part of it's excrement for the potions. Some strange relative of a kneazle with a sex drive like a hyped up, ecstasy laden chihuahua.


Funny or not, Xai still had nightmares for years afterward.

I also found the old newspaper clippings from my younger years.
"The Owl Heist - New Eco Terrorist Movement Strikes Again!" from 2016.
"The Kitten Caper; Controversial Kitten Mill Found in Flames." from 2025.


I'm a Healer, and a teacher. Every day, my job is to save someone's life, and yet I still feel like I'm busy looking for a cause, or a way to make it all really matter.

Or maybe I should sleep more. Snape is right. 40 hour days aren't really good for the body, no matter how necessary they may sometimes seem.