Dear T,
Wishing you a day that's as special and awesome as you are (and all that other soppy stuff that I know you secretly love so much).
I wrote you something silly. Hope you'll enjoy it :)
The Wolfpack of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The cool night air outside the Port Angeles movie theatre was rife with the sounds of complaining.
“I honestly don’t understand why we had to wear costumes,” Jared whined, doing nothing to hide his rampant sulking.
“Yeah, they’re itchy,” Embry chimed in, making a big show of vigorously scratching his ass.
“No one said you had to go commando, asshat,” Leah said, shoving him only half-playfully.
“It’s my signature thing,” Embry muttered sourly.
“Well, prepare for your ‘signature thing’ to have a rash in the morning if you keep manhandling it like that,” Leah replied with a sort of maniacal glee to her tone.
“Can you at least pretend like you’re having fun?” Jake asked pleadingly. “This is a belated birthday present for Nessie, after all, and she really needs the sense that you guys like her.”
Leah’s eyeroll was almost audible.
Jake narrowed his eyes at her. “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Leah,” Sam interjected in the gentle yet commanding way that only he could. “Try to remember what it was like for you when you were her age.”
“I can barely remember anything from when I was four,” she complained irritably.
“Come on, you know she’s more like a twelve-year-old at this stage,” Jake explained, his patience wearing thin.
“I definitely wasn’t an insufferable know-it-all when I was twelve.”
“That’s what you think,” Seth quipped, eliciting a loud round of snorts from his companions.
“Sssh, they’re coming back.” Jake quieted them with a hiss, gesturing to Nessie and Emily who were returning from the restrooms.
“You’d think that being supernatural beings yourselves, you’d be more conscious of the fact that I can still hear you,” Nessie spat petulantly, tucking a wild lock of hair behind her ear before crossing her arms sullenly over her chest.
Jake shot the rest of the group a frustrated look that clearly reaffirmed his earlier statement: this is exactly what I was talking about.
Emily wrapped an arm around Nessie’s shoulder and rubbed her arm consolingly. “You know this bunch,” she cooed affectionately. “They might complain a lot, but they wouldn’t be here, all dressed up, if they didn’t love you very much, now would they?” She stared pointedly at the group who all started to eagerly voice their affirmations simultaneously.
Nessie surveyed the scene before her thoughtfully. It was a truly compelling sight: six fully grown, over six foot tall shapeshifters dressed in cloaks and pointy hats, escorting a half-breed vampire to the midnight screening of the latest Harry Potter film. Although she wasn’t entirely sure whether their actions were as motivated by affection as they were by threats. Her paranoid father had most likely insisted on a protective detail of at least half a dozen in order to agree to Jake taking her out at night.
Yet, as she looked from Seth – with the lightning bolt drawn onto his forehead, to Embry and Jared – who were the most tan Fred and George she had seen in her life, to Sam – who was sporting a long gray beard, and Emily – who was wearing a pair of round spectacles and a knowing smile in keeping with Professor McGonagall, to Leah – who had insisted on wearing Slytherin robes in an act of rebellion, to Jake – who may not have looked all that conspicuous in his Gryffindor robes, but Nessie knew was dressed as the Ron to her Hermione – she felt the deep satisfaction that she had always felt when surrounded by this particular group of people:
The satisfaction that she was surrounded by family.
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