9. Defense Against the Dark Arts
“Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.” The professor gave Teddy an odd glance, and instantly, Teddy knew what was coming.
He flicked through the pages until he landed on the correct one. WEREWOLF. The word blared up at him in the heading and Teddy gave a tired sigh, thinking about his father. Bravery, a kind face, a love for tea and chocolate... things he’d only heard about.
He started to read.
Monsters, blood-thirsty, dangerous.
The book said nothing that really mattered. Nothing that Teddy thought mattered anyway. Nothing about families, and pride, and little boys crying over lost memories.