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September 30th 2050
Olive had been looking forward to this day ever since Alistair had sought out her help, and agreed to let her be part of his transformation. The basement where the potioneer would create her work had been cleared and protected as much as could be, and West was looking after Amortentia and Felix for the next few days at his house as he would do frequently, allowing Olive to have her home to herself. She hadn’t told anyone what she was doing, or who was coming over, not wanting to involve anyone that hadn’t needed to know. It was too dangerous for Alistair if word got out, and she knew he trusted her to protect him. Olive had no recollection of ever knowing a “Mrs Woods” and as such, was nothing but excited and hopeful for what was about to happen. The Wolfsbane potion had been brewed carefully, and Olive was completely oblivious to the dark magic that was currently swimming around her mind, and to the fact the potion she’d handed to the youngster contained no Asphodel in it at all.
“How do you feel?” The red head asked, rummaging around her desk for the notebook she’d purchased especially for her Werewolf research. It was important these things were hard to find, and it had a couple of enchantments to break through in her cupboard before it revealed itself. She pulled it out, taking a pen and making some notes. She didn’t want to sit, she wanted to walk around and analyse what exactly was going on. It was nearly time to begin, and Olive checked her watch to count down the remaining few minutes they had until the moon was due to appear in the sky.