Madeline opened and closed her mouth.
"I suppose I am a werewolf, I have werewolf blood coursing through my veins," Madeline said.
"Please don't have some shocking revelation about your life in front of me," Lawrence said to her.
She wasn't listening to what he was telling her, as she was too busy remembering that she indeed had werewolf blood coursing through her veins.
"How am I still able to get drunk?" She wondered. She stared at a tree, "Am I not a werewolf? Do I have to learn how to become a werewolf? Or how to turn into one?"
"Did you not listen to what I just said?"
"Right! Drinks. Wait, hold on."
"Hmm?"
"When you do your 'morning exercise', do you do it under the pretence that you're Xavier?"
"Well, when you put it that way–
Madeline placed a hand on her mouth, not allowing Lawrence to finish his answer.
