Fantastic Beasts and Where to Hide from Them
whohassummonedme
It should come to the utter surprise of no one that “running from monsters at 3am” is at a very low point on your list of "Wishful Thinking”, right below “Listening to Jude Tell You About Lizardmen” but far above “Have a Quiet Dinner with Pa”.
But, it’s happening. You’re happening. It’s happening to you, and you’re running, and you really wish you had any idea what these wolf-like creatures actually are, because maybe then you could reason with them, or help them, or something that doesn’t involve, again, running for your life at 3am.
Your name is Joey Claire, and you’re backed into a corner with a pigeon in your pocket and a flashlight with no batteries. You’re prepared for one hell of a Strife.
One of the wolf-things nears, jaws slavering, and then--
(WHAT IS SLAPPENING--)
A giant, starry hand literally just flattened the two wolves. You’re hallucinating. You’re dead and you’re hallucinating. That has to be it. But the hand pulls away, and though you’re actually concerned about the strange animals, you soon see they’re just fine, just dazed and terrified. They’re sprawled there on the concrete of Sector Four, and you look up...and up...and up at your--savior?
...The giant shadow guy is just...looking at you. More howling sounds nearby, and you suddenly very much want to make friends with your savior.
“Um...Thank...you?”
