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imma werewolf BISTCH!

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Evie stared at the scrawled names across a piece of paper she’d folded and unfolded so many times it’d started to tear at the creases, making it more tempting to just rip into shreds. Worn and fading from being shoved back in a pocket before pulled out seconds later to stare at it an umpteenth in question. Could she really do this. Though it was really less that question, because she’d hurt people before and it’d been breathtakingly easy, and more could she stop before it got there. Could she keep herself intact under the new scrutiny she was under. Just the thought of it let her feel the burn of his eyes and his-..A final time she crammed the paper into her coat before marching across a street, focusing on one name.

Holt Vance

When you were a part of the supernatural community, that word felt too warm and fuzzy for what really lurked in this town, it was surprisingly easy to find others in it. She also had few people giving her connections. Not wanting to confront one of the humans, they felt too delicate to her, Evie caught a slight break in learning of a werewolf that was willingly giving them information. Not a lot but still too much. She hoped just talking with him could end that, threatening was suppose be an option but she wasn’t manipulative, she had no practice or real skill in guiding people to do what she wanted. Instead she banked everything on talking with him. Just spelling out how deadly of an idea this was for him, for all of them, before it got out of hand.  Taking the day off she wandered to places suggested he might be, peeking into the gym for a moment, checking at most of the diners or bars for a sign before she circled around the campus for a while. That’s where her lucked kicked in. Perhaps because she looked young herself when she asked around for Holt several students were helpful to direct her to his classes and even pointed to the exact person. She waited, trying to rehearse something what she’d say or how she’d try appealing to him when the bell rang, students filed out and in her haste to catch him she bumped into Holt. Sending her stumbling back and grasping herself together while stumbling out a,”H-Hi. Are you Holt? Holt Vance?”

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Holt could easily be described with just two words: noble, and dumb. He would do just about anything to maintain peace in West Hollow, and was willing to expose the darker sides of the supernaturals to do so. He never saw harm in this or Mystery Inc. They were just kids wanting to learn the truth. Why keep them from that? If anything, Holt saw their supernatural cover-ups as total bullshit. They saw every slip up as survival of the fittest in this town.

His Psych class had just let out when he had accidentally bumped into the poor woman. Holt raised a brow, skeptical of her as soon as a whiff of her scent told him that she was a demon. As much as he tried to maintain the peace in WH, he knew they were bad news. "Y-yeah," he stuttered as he adjusted the grip on his backpack strap. "Who are you, and how do you know me?"

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DESIREE :

”That’s easy,” she scoffed, “Werewolves are dogs who can’t stay in their place. Everywhere you go, the werewolves are always up to something. I don’t know why they even bother trying to fight us vampires.” Desiree fidgeted in her seat before finally deciding that there was no way in hell that she was going to talk to Holt for another second in this dump. She got up from her seat and motioned for Holt to follow her as she made her way out of the diner. “If you want me to answer anymore questions, we will have to go somewhere else, now,” she called back to him.

Holt nervously chuckled at her statements. "Well, with the truce now I think it's started to die down. There's always a few rebels, I guess, though," he shrugged before he look a bite of his burger. When Desiree got up from her seat, his eyes widened.

"Alright, alright," he called out. As long as she was helping him out with his paper, Holt didn't mind. Hopefully she wasn't leading him into some trap. Before grabbing all his belongings and catching up to her, Holt set a twenty dollar bill on the table. "Sorry about that," he apologized when he caught up to her, "I should've made you pick the place to make you more comfortable."

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CAMILA :

”Why would they do that to a kid?” Camila asked. She was the slightest bit shocked that people would consider scaring a baby so badly.

”You’re welcome,” she said with a bright smile, “Well, we learned that Harper’s roommate - Sylvia - is a ghost. Now Harper is really hellbent on finding the demon who killed Sylvia.” Camila’s voice became softer as she said the last part. It was incredibly brave of Sylvia to open up to Harper about her death. It had taken Thiago a long time before he broke similar news to Camila. She could only imagine how hard it was for both Sylvia and Thiago to talk about their deaths, which is why she usually didn’t press either of them for questions related to the topic.

"Holy shit," Holt shook his head. Sylvia was a sweet girl, but he could sense she was a ghost from a mile away. Now he knew what had killed her. Sylvia wasn't like Thiago, she was the more shy type. He was glad she had told somebody, especially someone she was so close to, no matter how hard that must've been. It was better than just keeping it locked up inside. "That's, God, I don't know what to say," He let out a small chuckle, not sure what else to do.

"It's really brave and noble of Harper to do that. But she has no idea what's she's up against. Harper is pretty tough and strong, but demons can be tricky," he said after a considerable amount of thought. "She should let the angels handle it. Did she happen to get the name of this demon?"

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“Euugh, what is in this?” Molly wrinkled her nose at the red solo cup in her hand, before bursting into giggles. Someone tried to take it away from her but she pulled her arm back and narrowed her eyes. 

“No, I wanna drink it,” she said stubbornly, and then threw back what was left, a little of it spilling on her shirt as someone bumped into her. “Shit,” she muttered, but she wasn’t mad, not really. Really, she was in her element. 

After being kidnapped by Josie, who was now the Bloodsucking Bitch™ in Molly’s mind, she knew she had to find a distraction. And if there was one thing Molly Mavich was good at, it was finding distractions and embracing them wholeheartedly. 

The party was in her friend’s cousin’s boyfriend’s house. There were too many people here and the lights were too low, and if Molly wasn’t careful she was imagining she was back there in the dark, but she focused on the rhythm of the music and poured herself some more punch. Plus, she had Holt with her. Holt didn’t really like these kinds of things but she’d wanted to meet up with him. They hadn’t seen each other in awhile and Holt was a good apple. In fact, he was a great apple. She should tell him that.

“Holt, you’re a great apple,” Molly said, but blinked when she realized that he wasn’t standing behind her like she thought. “Holt?” She wandered off into the crowd, pushing people left and right. “Holt?” she raised her voice. “Where’d you go? You need to try this punch. It’s like disgusting but pretty good at the same time.” 

Hate was a strong word, that's why Holt used it. He hated most parties. But he decided to tag along with Molly, who seemed to need a little pick-me-up with everything that had happened between her and Josie. Besides, they could always just leave, right? They mainly stayed next to each other for the party until the large crowd made them drift apart.

Holt was playing with the dog when he heard Molly calling his name. "Molly?" he asked as he got up from the couch. He went into the crowd and found Molly after some pushing. "I was just hanging out with the dog. He's real cute, by the way." He chuckled at her punch comments. "Alright, alright. Lead me to it!" If Holt was going to survive this party, he'd probably have to get plastered.

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HARPER :

Although Harper had only had pretty short interactions with Holt at the ball and gym, she liked his refreshing kindness. Harper thought that some people could go overboard with how kind they were. Holt seemed to fit perfectly on Harper’s ideal spectrum for friendliness. It didn’t hurt that he was werewolf either. “Vermont, how fancy,” she teased, raising her eyebrows with a soft laugh. “California, ironically. Which part did you live in?”

As the waitress came over to their table and asked for drinks, Harper ordered her usual: fries, a grilled cheese, and a large Pepsi. After they both placed their orders, Harper jumped right back into the conversation. She normally wouldn’t answer or ask too many questions, but she was interested in Holt’s past. “What made you want to leave sunny California?”

"Not really," he laughed along with her. "San Diego. What about you?" It was nice to meet someone else from California. Although he didn't really stay there long, he enjoyed it with it's nice weather and great werewolf community. West Hollow, Oregon was great as well. Holt loved living there even with all it's chaotic moments, and strived to make the town better through his help with Mystery Inc.

Holt ordered some fries, a burger, and a large Pepsi. He looked back at Harper after they both had asked for what they wanted, eager to get back into their discussion. "There was this vampire/werewolf war that broke out. I just couldn't stay, so I left. I had heard about West Hollow and our Alpha so I just packed up and moved as soon as possible." 

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OCTOBER TASK - HOLT VANCE

Have you ever wondered what life would be like through the looking glass? If you character is a supernatural, write a self-para about their life if they were a human. If your character is a human, write a self-para about their life as a supernatural (your choice of species). Include things like how their day to day routine would change, how their social circle would change, where they would be living, how different milestones in their life would be altered, etc. This should be 300 words minimum and 2-8 paragraphs.

Holt woke up with a start as his alarm clock rang loudly throughout his dorm. He immediately hit the snooze button and rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up. It was another boring, cloudy day in West Hollow, and Holt was not ready to face it. He slowly got out of bed, slipping on his socks. He dressed quickly so he could meet his friends in the cafeteria. Usually Holt was the last one to arrive, but he wanted to surprise them all by being early.

The pungent smell of eggs and bacon cafeteria at WHCC is enough to wake him up alone. He hasn’t had his first cup of coffee yet and made a beeline for the counter to order it along with his breakfast. He sat down at the first table he saw, and chugged his coffee down. Camila and Harper soon joined him. They don’t care if the supernatural students overhear their conversation about Mystery Inc., they knew what they were getting themselves into when they joined the team.

“Any new developments, guys?” Holt asked as he placed a doughnut on Harper’s plate. He had ordered one just for her, and one for Camila as well. Their faces brightened up. Camila was her typical chatterbox self, talking about how the mermaids seemed to be hard to find these days and that she’ll need to get an assignment done stat. Harper talks about what went down at the Alastor last night and how she planned to hack into their system. After 15 minutes, his father’s ringtone blasted from his pocket.

Holt waved goodbye, they had all finished their breakfast anyways, and hastily cleaned up his mess before picking up the phone. His parents had always been pressuring him since he could learn to walk or talk. He knew his parents only wanted the best for him, but sometimes it could just be way too much. “Shame you didn’t get that scholarship,” his dad said right off the bat. Holt’s father was blunt and the more pressuring one of the two. His mother was on the more gentle side. Holt tried to hid his disdain and walked to class quickly, so this phone call hell can be over with soon. “Yeah, yeah, it’s a shame,” Holt said a bit passively, “But my grades are fine. I managed to bump up my grade in Psychology.” His dad congratulated him (but didn’t really sound too happy while doing so) and told him to hit the gym after class. Holt was the football star at his high school, partly thanks to the fact he trained 24/7 like a madman to please his parents. His father wanted him to keep being strong even if he no longer had such a huge interest in play sports. “Speaking of class, I gotta go. Bye,” Holt hung up and entered his Psych classroom.

Psychology was, and is, a more fun class in Holt’s eyes. He had always been interested in it, and thought it’d be even more interesting in West Hollow. What was this subject like with the supernaturals? The same? Different? His seemingly-human teacher punished anyone who asked questions like this. It wasn’t something the humans should learn, and it was “fake” anyways. Holt disagreed. He knew they were real, just ask him or his Mystery Inc friends. Camila’s friend was sucked into the bottom of the ocean by a mermaid, Harper hit a werewolf with her car, and a younger Holt had seen his 7-year-old classmate shoot fire out of her hands.

Holt busted out the door the minute class was let out. He met up with Harper at the gym, and trained with her. A brunette, who’s almost always there, stared at them while she trained too. She’d be competitive at times, asking if they’d want to see who could run the fastest on the treadmill out of all of them (it’s a tie between her and Harper, and the duo are convinced that she’s a werewolf). With this possibly new friend by their side, they don’t talk about Mystery Inc. They have no problem doing it in the school cafeteria, but she’s too nosy for them to even just keep it vague. They often just talked about it when they walked back to the campus.

Holt headed to his Literary Composition class and was more excited than ever. They were finally doing something more on the supernatural side, reading Dracula, and Holt was eager to know if anything truly matched up with the vampires in West Hollow. He was too sweet to hang out with the vampires, part of the reason why they were not his assignment for MI (thank goodness), but often compared what they know with the novel. Most of the time, they matched up to everyone’s relief. Analyzing the novel was a bit of a collaborative effort between Holt and the members that watched over the vampires of the the town. Their work was praised whenever the novel is discussed in class, and boosted his grade up.

After class let out, Holt went back to his dorm. Tuesdays were his more action-packed days, as those were when they had their Mystery Inc. meetings, but today was just a boring Monday. He sat down and did his homework, later ordering a pizza when he got hungry halfway through writing one of his essays. It was only 7pm when he finally finished all his work for the day. Holt went out for a brief night jog and then headed back to his dorm to get ready for bed.

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DESIREE :

“Listen, puppy,” Desiree began in a hushed voice, her tone suddenly shifting as she took in the greasy surroundings, “You’re lucky I even said yes to this stupid excuse of an interview. Any other vampire would have drained you completely by now. I don’t want to stay here any longer than I have to. After this, don’t even consider looking in my direction. Got it? Change my name in the paper too. Whatever name you can think of, I don’t care, as long as no one suspects me as being some sort of… werewolf accomplice.” The vampire crossed her arms and leaned back onto the sticky plastic seat, immediately regretting it as she felt the uncomfortable texture lightly touch her back. She sat up strong and tall, showing that she meant business. One slip up from Holt and it would all go to shit.

Hm. Well that totally just threw Holt for a loop. He nodded along, to indicate he was listening and willing to follow through with her orders. She was the interviewee after all. Holt would have to make sure to accommodate to her needs (no matter if their species' feud had been going on for centuries). "I'm grateful you said yes and that you're taking this to some sort of vampire advantage," he said as his smile slowly disappeared from his face. God, was that biased? Holt hoped not. "I'll change it, don't worry. I'm glad you brought that up."

He took out a pencil, ready to write down all her answers on his small notepad. "Alright, so to get things officially started, why do you think the vampires aren't so keen on werewolves?"

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CAMILA :

“The Little Albert Experiment? Nope, never heard of it,” she replied. Psychology sounded pretty hard from what Camila had heard from Holt and from what she had read in his paper. However, she knew that Holt was a smart man, he could handle it.

“Ya know, what you pulled at that last Mystery Inc. meeting was amazing. I’m pretty sure no one had seen a werewolf even half-transform before,” Camila whispered.

"Well," Holt began to explain, "this psychologist named John B. Watson wanted to condition a phobia in a young child. He followed what Pavlov did, and had the baby named 'Albert' briefly play with a bunch of different things, like a rat or dog, before they really got going. After this, they put these in front of him again and whenever Albert went to play with these things they'd make a loud noise and scare him. He got nervous about everything he saw from that experiment afterwards." The experiment never sounded really great when it was explained out loud. It was totally unethical and sad. The kid became scared of dogs and rats for his whole life.

He smiled at Camila's compliment. Holt was always willing to show off his powers to Mystery Inc. and further their studies. Although this would bring potential enemies, Holt planned to keep it on the down-low. He didn't want to be kicked out of the pack or the supernatural community. It'd be like Vermont all over again. "Thanks. You know I'm always willing to help out. Have you guys found out anything new?"

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HARPER :

Although Harper knew that she was already going to get her usual order, she glanced through the menu. “At the meeting, probably. As annoying as it sounds–and is–we do everything as a group,” she replied with a soft laugh. Despite how many bad jokes Harper made about Mystery Inc. and its members, she sincerely loved them.

“You know what?” Harper questioned, closing the menu. “I’m not in the fucking mood to talk about all of this supernatural bullshit today. It’s going to consume my life after the meeting so I might as well enjoy my life for now,” Harper crossed her arms, a smile appearing on her face. She sat up on her side of the booth and pushed the menu towards the front of the table. “Where are you from, wolf-man?”

Holt nodded. It made sense for the ragtag group to do everything together. It would help them form bonds and make even more advancements in their supernatural studies. "Sounds about right," he said as Harper looked through the menu.

When Harper decided to change the subject, his eyes widened. That was quick. And abrupt. But he shook it off and went with it. "Yeah, alright," Holt chuckled as he sat back in his seat. Their conversation at the ball wasn't really much, so he was excited to get to know her more. He was always willing to help out and get to know the members of Mystery Inc. "I was born Vermont, came here from California," he answered, "How about you?"

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DESIREE :

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As Desiree walked in Talbot’s diner, she wished that she had not agreed to help Holt with his essay. Holt had approached Desiree a few days earlier because he needed a vampire to interview about the vampire and werewolf feud. Desiree begrudgingly agreed, seeing that most vampires would have used the opportunity to seriously harm the poor oversized dog. He seemed like a good guy, and he had not personally done anything to provoke her or anyone else in the town it seemed.

The vampire strutted into the diner as if she owned the place and was totally not out of her element. She quickly scanned over the booths and found Holt sitting near the back, his laptop open and books spread out everywhere along with a hearty burger and coke beside him. “Let’s get this over with,” she muttered as she took a seat across from him.

Some 10 days prior, Holt had been assigned a paper on famous feuds. He immediately asked to do it on the vampire and werewolf feud. After some convincing, his fellow werewolf for a teacher agreed. He'd have to make sure to make it seem fake. Just because his werewolf was a teacher didn't mean that the wrong folks would get a hold of it. Holt was excited — he knew what werewolves thought of the vampires and had their side of things. But that excitement soon turned into disdain. He realized he'd have to interview a vampire for their side of things in his essay. Although there was a truce to promote peace amongst the two species, there were still vampires that he had come across that totally ignored it.

Desiree seemed like a trustworthy person and was the first vampire he asked. Others like Augustus or Josie would have his head before he even asked the first question. He sat near the back, always a more secluded area, with his meal and books out before him. "Hey, Desiree," he grinned as he shut down his laptop and put it away in his backpack. "Before we get started, do you want anything to eat as well?" Eating in front of another person was rude, so this question was really just common courtesy.

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🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals?

Holt loves them! He thinks they’re super fun. The West Point Festival, however, has made him a bit reluctant of them now. It’s a dumb reason to feel such a way, but the events that took place basically had him shook.

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CAMILA :

“Mr. Hall. Do you know him? Or at least know of him?” Camila asked. She smiled as she heard Holt go on and on about how mermaids could totally be real. “Have you ever met one? A mermaid, I mean,” she asked. Maybe she could get some new mermaid information from him for Mystery Inc.!

Camila looked over Holt’s report, skimming over the paragraphs he had already written. As she read his paper, she realized what a great writer the werewolf was. “That’s so cool! You know, you’re a really great writer. So, what other experiments have been done?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Nope, haven’t met him. I’ve heard about him from other students, though. He should be supernatural, or a non-believing human, I don’t know, if he didn’t let you do it on mermaids.” Holt was always happy to help out Mystery Inc. with anything. Werewolves were more of his expertise, but he didn’t mind getting information on other species. "Sorry, Cami. I haven't."

Holt smiled at Camila's compliment. "Thanks!" he looked at her and then back at his report. "Have you ever heard of the Little Albert Experiment? That's another one that connects to it."

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SHEA :

Shea tried not to assume whether someone was human or not. Since fairies didn’t have any way to know whether or not someone was supernatural or not, most of her knowledge came from living in West Hollow long enough to know where they frequented and what the others in the fairy community had to say about it.

It was statements like that, however, that didn’t make her need to guess if he was human. Rather, what species he was. “And what is it that they’ve got wrong in particular? Is the howl not just right?” It was more of a hope than a guess that out of all the species humans had deemed worthy of a haunted house that she would be standing next to a werewolf. Anyone but a vampire, really. “I hope so! I won’t use the shortcut if you promise not to either. We’ll get through it together?”

Holt cracked a grin at her statement. "Yeah, I guess the howl," he bowed his head as he chuckled, "among other things. Werewolves and vampires aren't the only supernaturals here." He wasn't sure if fairies could sense another's species - but this would never be a concern of theirs when talking to Holt. He was always open about being a werewolf to both humans and supernaturals.

He was glad when she had offered to be, what he would consider, his "haunted house buddy." Holt nodded in agreement. His dread of the attraction had been dwindling through the past few years, but he still got scared at times. "I promise. And I'm down to partner up for this. Anything to make it less scary."

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Harper would never have suspected that she would be staked out in a van with a werewolf, trying to get to the bottom of the chaos from the ball. She dreamed of things like this and never thought that Mystery Inc. would lead her to do something so cool. After their stake out, Holt and Harper planned to meet at Talbot’s to discuss more about what happened and to maybe even get to know each other. Harper couldn’t help but think that Holt was a lot cooler than some of the other members in Mystery Inc.. Along with that, he was a werewolf. What more could you want?

Harper pulled up at Talbot’s with no knowledge that she was running late. As she entered the diner, she noticed Holt already sitting in a booth. She quickly made her way over to him, sliding in the seat across from him. “Hey, Scooby Doo. Ready to get to the bottom of this?”

The ball was nothing like Holt had expected. Yeah, sure, it was fun. He dressed as one his favorite superheroes and danced with his fellow werewolves (one of which dressed in a completely outlandish costume). He could never suspect that his powers would be gone just like that. Holt still had no idea what was going on, and had been meaning to get down to business with both his Alpha and Mystery Inc.

Holt was flipping through the menu, despite the fact that he already knew it by heart, when Harper arrived. He perked up when he heard Harper's voice and couldn't help but chuckle at the nickname. "Sure am," he said as he closed the menu, "Have you guys made any advancements together? Or is this gonna be brought up individually at the meeting?" Holt had no idea how this group functioned. His first meeting was coming up soon, and was incredibly excited for it. He couldn't wait to help them advance in their supernatural knowledge.

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CAMILA :

“Really?” she asked with a smile. “It’s supposed to be on a topic that interests us. The teacher was super against the students doing anything supernatural related like the biology of mermaids or werewolves. I figured researching seahorses would be the closest thing to studying any kind of sea life, so I chose that! The professor didn’t have any problems with it,” Camila shrugged. Every professor at West Hollow Community College seemed very close-minded when it came to supernatural subjects. And the professors who were willing to listen were labelled as the “odd-balls” and “weirdos.” To be honest, it kind of sucked.

“What’s classical conditioning? It sounds interesting.”

Holt sighed. Why were they so against them writing on a supernatural topic? Either the teacher was a human that didn't believe, or a supernatural trying to protect themself. "Well, that's good with the seahorses! What teacher do you have? It sucks they didn't let you work on something like mermaids." Mermaids were real. Even if they were a human didn't believe in that, they had to consider that only 5% of the ocean has been explored. So, mer-people were totally plausible.

"Oh, it's just when someone thinks something will happen when something else happens. Have you ever heard of the Pavlov Dog Experiment? He rang a bell and after a while, every time his dog heard a bell he'd start to be hungry and salivate," he explained as he pulled up his laptop to show her his report.

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SHEA :

There was never a bad time to visit Oakhorn and it had been awhile since she had been there last. Shea was caught up in the needs of her store and running the business. The store and her garden were the only things she put her time and energy into anymore, her goals for Sherwood giving her tunnel vision. She broke away for the afternoon though, knowing the importance of supporting the King and Queen (or anyone in the fairy community).

Shea looked up at the voice out of habit, always expecting the other person to be taller than her but she hadn’t expected to have to step back slightly. “No, I cannot say that I have! I’ve never felt the urge to before… but the apple orchard is packed so I thought I’d find something else to do. What about you? Have you been through one before?” She sensed that he hadn’t from the nerves that were coming from him but it was always kind to reciprocate.

“Same here,” Holt looked around at the orchard. It was remarkably jam-packed today. "I've been through them. I'm a wimp. They're scary, but they also get a lot of things wrong." Human or not, this was a statement Holt would tell anyone. He loved helping out Mystery Inc. His sense that the woman was a fairy made him think she'd latch onto what he meant quicker.

Holt smiled. "I'm sure you'll have fun. If it gets too bad, they always have a shortcut for you to get out which is nice of them." He figured she'd get through the house just fine. But he couldn't believe how many times he'd have to use their shortcut himself when he first went through it.

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