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hamish fanfiction 1.4

Catarina look up while closing her book, at the desk, was standing Hamish, who looked completely fine, as if Friday’s night had never happened.

 - Hi class! Buckle up your seatbelts everyone, today will be conversing whether or not free will is real.

Catarina was astonished, it wasn’t humanly possible to recover in such a short amount of time. Something was up. What if he wasn’t collateral damage, as she had thought until then, what if he hadn’t been attacked ? The entirety of the lecture, Catarina had been putting together a plan. For the past few days, following people after class had become an habit for her, and it looked like it wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

She had kept a close eye on the man for more than a week. She would follow him from afar as much as possible, only skipping classes that didn’t gave her credits. A week in, nothing abnormal had happened, and she began to believe it was ,maybe, just a coincidence. Just as she was about to give up, Hamish changed his routine. After his last class, which was the one Catarina took, he usually went to the Blade and Chalice to loosen up, in front of a beer, or sometime a whiskey, before going back to his house, close to the forest which delimited the Belgrave university area. But today it was different, after his last class, Hamish went straight to the forest. Catarina tailed him closely until she saw him heading to the same clearing she got lost a week before. She was about to enter the clearing when she lost sight of the man. She went forward, leaving the forest, she was now on top of a black rock, slightly off centered from the clearance. Wood cracked behind her, she grabbed her dagger from the inside of her coat, before swiftly turning around, dagger first, facing nothing but the stretch of grass leading to the woods. Something, or someone, was moving around her, playing around. Next time she would not miss. Catarina stayed motionless, focused on the sounds around her, then striked, she carve a clean cut into the creature for-arm, forcing it to return to its original form. 

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hamish fanfiction 1.3

Catarina thought, if she was right, Hamish would start convulsing in a few a hours, then he would get paralyzed, and eventually, his diaphragm would stop working, and her teacher would die of suffocation.

 - Mister Duke! you need to wake up !

As the man didn’t move an inch, she decided to slapped him across the face. His eyes opened a little.

  - We need to get you safe, okay !  Can you move ?

No answer, but a roar got her attention on the fight performing behind her. The other man was beheaded, and the werewolf, gone. Catarina tried to carry the unconscious man, without much success.

 - Well that’s great! How the fuck am I supposed to get you to safety, if I can’t even pick you up huh?

Eventually, Catarina manage to bring the man to her dorm without getting too much attention. Once home, she went on to nurse him, and decided to take the most of the situation. As she went through his stuff, she found a staff card. “Hamish Duke”, she read, “Well, you got yourself in a all lot of trouble”

    A little while after nightfall, Hamish woke up in a room he didn’t recognised, the only thing he remembered was the forest, and being stabbed by one of the Order’s asshole. “Where the fuck am I  ??” he whispered, praying not to be locked in the basement of the organisation. He tried to get out of the bed he was in, but fell on the side table, which resulted in a tremendous crash, “ So much for discretion”. He got out of the room, limping because of his wound, and bumped into Catarina, who said:

 - I’m glad to see you’re better.

 - Yeah, um, I’m gonna go.

 - You got stabbed.

 - Oh yes ? I didn’t pay attention.  I need to go, my friends must be worried. I’m going to the ER.

On that note, he passed next to Catarina, which grabbed him by his arm:

 - I don’t know what kind of trouble you’re in, but no one gets stabbed for no reason.

Hamish freed himself, and passed her door.

    Since that night, Catarina didn’t leave her room without a poisoned dagger which could change a werewolf into its human form. The girl passed her weekend in Belgrave’s library, looking for earlier occurrence of werewolves attacks in the local press. Of course most of the older editions weren’t digitised which meant Catarina would have to visit the local archives on Wednesday. Monday came and she got to philosophy class expecting to see a substitute to the substitute teacher. She was absorbed by a book called “The Self-Body Problem in Descartes and Malebranche”, and didn’t give much attention to the teacher entering the class before the bell rang, signaling the start of the course. Catarina look up while closing her book, at the desk, was standing Hamish, who looked completely fine, as if Friday’s night had never happened.

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