Jonathan stopped in his tracks as Velkan held out his hand. He listened into the darkness of the cellar but all he heard was the blood rushing in his ears. He was afraid. Honest to God fear had found a place in his heart and Jonathan was ashamed of it. He needed to be strong. This wasn't the time for fear or panic. The gun felt heavy in his hands which were shaking more as he tried to steady them. His eyes wandered towards the students who had been partying here before they had met their fate in form of a Basilisk. Statues were all that remained, detailled down to the strands of their hair or the clothes had been wearing.
A sudden hiss made him freeze. Now he heard it, too. Something was slithering around in the dark. Much closer than he'd preferred it to be. 'Don't look at it. Whatever you do. Don't look at it.'
Velkan's words of warning lingered in Jonathan's mind. He repeated them like a mantra. Don't look at it. The hissing sounds were closer now.
"I love you."
Jonathan looked up at Velkan's face. The wolf's eyes were shining in the shadows, catching the little light which fell in through the windows in the ceiling. Velkan had only whispered the words but they were enough for Jonathan to know that they were in real trouble here.
Drama, baby. I'm really proud of this one