Invisible Magic Part 2

It wasn't long before there was a loud crashing sound coming from the kitchen back door, like someone was breaking into the house. Tom and his colleague were waiting for Mrs. Ingram to scream but nothing happened to point them to which part of the house she was in. Just as the men were leaving the study quietly, Tom pressed a button behind a picture. They were about to go a bit further as they heard Mrs. Ingram coming down the stairs sitting on Pfftten breaking the back door window. The man that was there to help whispered harshly “shh Mrs. Ingram…we have an intruder…get into the study and stay there close the door and lock it.” She wasn't impressed by how she was spoken and she was about to give him a piece of her mind when she heard the door being kicked into. So she scurried off into the study and locked herself into the study.

As soon as she locked it on the final lock, she looked at the time on the mantelpiece, it read 16:45 pm. She looked out of the window, it was pitch black; the moon was starting shine brightly as she drew near to the window, to see if it was a full moon or not. She looked up and there it was, a full moon. Mrs . ngram could feel the house tense in every joint that it had; the clock on the mantelpiece's face came alive, “oh Pfftten where are you! It's too late! I've got to go to the department for high red alert!” Cried the clock.

The old small Father Time clock had disappeared, leaving Mrs. Ingram alone in the room forgetting that there was an underground under the foothold of the desk for this sort of thing. That's when she heard Tom cry out in pain and heard the colleague swore loudly, almost getting hit by Tom's transformation and the intruder's dark magic. Fortunately for the colleague, he wasn't the first person Tom had gone for. To his great surprise he watched Tom go for the intruders whilst taking out the whole wall of the back door, leaving an imprint of a 12ft werewolf.

Pfftten had finally arrived with the cavalry and was holding the medication that Tom needed; the friend/colleague really wanted to throttle Pfftten right there and then, but it was no time to do that right now. He told Pfftten to take Mr. Classic and someone else to go sort Tom out whilst everyone else went with him. Everyone always forgets about Mrs. Ingram who was hiding in an empty cupboard that seemed to have dispelled all of its contents.

When Mr. Classic had a few seconds to spare, he looked around to see what was going on. He couldn't see any way out of this mess. They needed more than 10 people to deal with both things at the same time; that’s one all of the sudden, Fred and everyone had arrived.

‘I thought you might need more hands on; especially with Tom being the way he is…’ Fred paused for a moment or two just to see Pfftten failing every time he tried to take Tom out. ‘What is Pfftten trying to…?’ before he could even finish what he was going to say, Pfftten had managed to put a bag over Tom’s werewolf head. He had blown something into the bag, and nearly everyone except the intruders had an inkling of what had just happened. Tom/the werewolf fell and landed on the intruders, surprisingly not killing them at all, Pfftten tumbled off Tom like he was in the circus. Nobody stopped him doing the rolly polly; they just moved out of the way, knowing that he was just a really odd creature.

Mr. Classic and Fred ran over to the bag that was over the werewolf's head before he could come round; whatever Pfftten had done to him they managed to get Tom hiss medication to help him transform him back to his normal self…