Going Under

“I’m a Vespa…” Sera seethed over her new, albeit temporary, body.

“You needed to be able to fit in the tunnels and they thought a scooter would be less noticeable on campus.” James said, trying to calm his sister down.

“I’m a fucking VESPA!”

“Okay, you’re not happy about being a Vespa, we get it, but the boy-who-would-be a Marauder’s meal there fell over every time he tried to climb onto a real motorcycle.” Lisa said, rolling her eyes from under the helmet she was wearing, astride Fur, who was now in the guise of a sportbike, as the two humans carefully hauled open a set of double-doors.

“Don’t even joke about that!” she snarled, turning optics fairly burning with anger on the human female.

“Sis, cool it, they were just joking. We need you to keep your head clear, you know these tunnels better than anyone, we don’t even know them.” the male human said, putting what he hoped was a comforting hand on her handlebars.

“I still don’t like it.”

They moved into the tunnels, and closed up behind themselves.

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