Witches Moon - Finnigan

September 2015

Night is comforting. But it is only the dark that truly comforts a nocturnal creature such as myself. I blend in with the shadows like no other creature can. I can creep in the darkness unheard and unseen. It is truly freeing.

I prowl through the streets of London, avoiding the streetlights as I hunt. All the while I am worrying.

I worry about my companion. Kerry is a good witch. She is smart and capable. She choose me for good reason and I accepted her. But things have been odd of late. She has these strange dreams. Dreams that make me worry.

Ahead of me is a rundown gate just off the side of the alley I walk in. I leap to the top of the gate and observe the surroundings. My eyes pick up minute movements in the darkness. Rodents and other things think they are unseen, but nothing hides from me. Such is the gift of a companion.

I spot my quarry and approach with careful caution.

Kerry and I stayed in the North of Canada for a time, learning about the organization and researching native folklore. By summer we were relocated to London to research faerie magic. We’ve been staying at the Citadel beneath Big Ben and the Elizabeth Tower for a few months now.

The Citadel was one of the largest bases of operations of the magical branches in the Order. There were many skilled magicians coming and going on missions and assignments. Sometimes there were stretches of times when no one but the new recruits are there, training. When Kerry and I had arrived, there was an african voodoo witch studying her craft. She has since returned to Africa on a mission.

Kerry is well on her way to learning great things. But still I worry. These dreams are connected to her in some way. They do not seem to be relevant to our current endeavours. I must seek advice. As her companion, it is my duty.

I have cornered my prey. They cannot escape the alley I have led them too. I approach, my hair rising in anticipation.

“What's the password?” Her twangy voice purrs in my direction.

“Cats chase rats but rats are bats.”

“Hmm, interesting.” She replies, a strong emphasis on the ‘in’ and ‘es’. “You may pass.”

Out of the dark alley corner she approaches me. A long haired white cat, bright yellow orb-like eyes watch me closely. “My name is Samantha, what is yours?” she says in a feline English accent.

“Finnigan, Companion to Kerry Woodrow”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

She turns back down the alley and I follow her. She leads me behind a building back the way we’d come.

We entered through a whole in a boarded up doorway, then she leads me through a maze of halls in an abandoned factory until we reach a windowed room that overlooks an equally dismal alleyway garden.

“So Finnigan, why have you come to see me?”

I curl my tail about my feet, presenting myself with sophistication. “My companion is having strange dreams. I am worried about what they might mean. I seek your aid in understanding their significance.”

“I see.” She leaps to the window and looks out at the alley. “Tell me about your companion. Tell me all you know.” She purrs.

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