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She woke two hours later on a bed with sheets messily covered on her. She opened her eyes to see Laranz. He was sitting on a straight-backed chair next to the bed, hands folded. Ulva scrambled out of bed. She was still dressed in her clothes - brown boots, a black jeans and a tight brown jacket. Her chestnut hair was draped over her shoulders, and she had a wild glint in her eyes. Ulva recognized where she was as Laranz's place where he lived alone.

"Sit down," said Laranz. He sighed. Laranz was Ulva's best friend from Hogwarts- she had met him in her first year. He wasn't a werewolf like her, though, and four years older. She was twelve and he was sixteen. He had brown hair and eyes the exact same colour as his hair. "I've told you so many times, Ulva. You need to learn how to control it." He was talking about her wolf form. He was convinced that she would be able to control her wolf personality. Think like a human instead of wolf thoughts. She was very dangerous when she was in her werewolf form. She would attack anyone.

Ulva did not reply. She touched the top of her head and winced.

"Sorry abour that. But it was the only way to get you not to hurt me," Laranz apologised. 

"You know it's hard to control my wolf form and thoughts! You're not a werewolf, you don't know what it's like! I can't do it!" she snapped with such ferocity, hoping to make Laranz jump. But he stayed absolutely still with a solemn expression on his face. "Then how come Alfas managed to?" he said after a moment.

Ulva opened her mouth, then shut it. She had no answer to that. "But it might take years!"

"You'll hurt someone if you don't try!" said Laranz sharply. "Just... I'll take you to Alfas, and maybe he can talk to you about it."      

Despite Ulva's protests, they went the next day.