Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Year 3

Ezhno did not approve of such ungodly exclamations. But it was the less timid Ohnze who decided to put his foot down on the matter. "How old are you, ten? Nine? Eight? Very inappropriate! If you continue to use such a word, even for marketing purposes, the headmaster/mistress shall be informed! Speak no more of immorality!" It was difficult to discern any human pronunciation in this, as Ohnze had the larynx of a canine, but even so, it wasn't a difficult thing to interpret the meaning as one of indignation.
Plopping down on the grass he glared at the girl, praying his injunction did not go unheeded.

Taranee stared. "Erm... I'm fourteen, actually, as of last week. But if you're a werewolf, shouldn't you be ripping me to shreds right now?" She frowned. "By all means please don't; I have a very important History of Magic exam tomorrow which I mustn't miss. But it just doesn't seem very characteristic of a werewolf."

"If you weren't so pretentious you'd realize that there is, in fact, a counter to this horrible malady I have! It is known as WOLFSBANE POTION. Have you heard of it? CLEARLY YOU HAVEN'T. So please desist with your arrogant attitude and check the grammar of all your work, which is surely very POOR indeed!" Ohnze curled his lip at her in disgust.

Taranee glared at him. "I'm in Ravenclaw, and I'm top in my year," she said defensively.

"Oh," Ohnze belched and sniffed at the air where the stench floated. "That accounts for nothing. Stereotypes are worthless! You could just ask the hat to be in Ravenclaw, and you would, even if you deserve Hufflepuff. . . or Slytherin. Or Gryffindor!"

"You can do that?" Taranee asked, bewildered.

"Yeah!" Ohnze smiled and his marshmallow cream molars glimmered in the light of the full moon. "It's too late now, though."
His tail stood straight up and his whiskers bristled. "Someone comes!" And then he fluttered into the darkness, leaving the approached on her own.

Taranee cried out, "wait!" But the werewolf was already gone. Perhaps it was part of his trap, to lure her into the forest. But perhaps he was honestly not out to get her after all. She took her chances and ran after him.

Ezhno let out a screech of mad joy and pure evil as the sound of the girl following him reached his ears. "Maybe I will have a new friend!" He giggled and leapt around in a circle of crazed joy, yipping and yapping with glee; unfortunately he failed to remain aware of his surroundings and his head slammed into a tree.
"Alas for thee! Thoust a foolish creature!" Ohnze relapsed into his own private multiple personality disorder, this time feeling that he was a knight belonging to Joan of Arc's army.