Everyone had gone mad. That wizard could have belonged to any faction.
Despair gradually filled her heart. The wizard said nothing more, merely standing beside her as though waiting for something.
After a long while, someone flew over, the powerful wind they brought stirring up dust from the ground.
Isabella heard them talking:
"Caught another one!"
"Yes. Her route was clear—she was headed for Boston."
"A werewolf?"
"Doesn't look like one. She can transform into an animal, so she might be an Animagus. Werewolves apparently can't learn that kind of magic because of the werewolf virus."
"Huh? You've actually read Vaughan Weasley's paper? Werewolf virus... Hmph, a term imported from Mudbloods. It sounds disgusting!"
"You've read it too. I think his theory has some merit. Enough about him—what do we do with this witch?"
The wizard who had just arrived fell silent, seemingly hesitant. After a moment, he answered, "Take her back... It would be a waste to kill her."
"They're short on materials again?"
"Mm." The man seemed unwilling to say more. The air currents shifted, and he appeared to take flight again. "Be careful on the way. The werewolves seem to have noticed our hunts. The full moon is coming, and those beasts are getting stronger and stronger. What did Weasley call it again—an activation period? It seems that as the full moon approaches, the werewolf virus stimulates their bodies and magic."
"Ha, I told you. You've read more than I have."
"Shut up!"
The voices whistled away into the distance. Isabella felt herself floating again as the wizard holding her conjured a rope, tied her down, and bound her on her back atop a flying broomstick.
"Damn America... Why was I possessed to come here in the first place? Oh, right. My dear aunt invited me. Just