The morning after the full moon, Landon lays in Hope's bed, the sleeping tribrid curled into his side as he looks up at the ceiling. The room was silent until Hope begins to whimper in her sleep, Landon turns to face her a look of worry crossing his face. When the whimpering grows louder, he decides to try and wake her up.
"Hope," he calls, "wake up. Hope! Hope, wake up!" Before he can call out again, he feels a wave of magic hit him and throw him into the wall across the bed.
"Oh my god!" Hope shoots up when she hears Landon's body collide with the wall, "Landon, are you okay?"
"Well, I was recently dead, so I think I'll mend," Landon replies as he pushes himself up off the floor.
"What happened?" The auburn-haired girl asks confused.
"You were having a nightmare, then you screamed, and a magical wave hit me and now there's hole in your bedroom wall," Landon explains watching the horrified look cross his girlfriend's face.
"I'm so sorry," Hope apologises as she kneels on the bed so she can get a closer look at Landon's head.
"I'm fine," he assures her, grabbing her wrists as she's reaching up to push the curls out of his face. "How about you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Oh, I don't know, because right before I was thrown into a wall, you were having a nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?"
"No," Hope shakes her head, "it was nothing. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I promise. The only thing wrong with me is that I'm starving."
"Let's go downstairs and get some breakfast then, before I get in the shower again, this time to wash the dry wall out of my hair."
"Okay," Hope lets herself fall back down onto the mattress, so she can grab her phone off the nightstand, before standing up. When they get to the kitchen, Hope grabs the powdered pancake mix and a pan so she can make breakfast for the two of them, when she's done she places the two plates on the kitchen island, grabs the bottle of syrup from the cupboard along with some knives and forks and sits on the stool next to Landon. "Okay, I'm not the best cook, but I tried and nothing's on fire so they can't be completely terrible," Hope shrugs as she pours the syrup over her breakfast.
"It can't be worse than Lizzie's cooking," Landon points out, before taking a bite.
"But, it's not better than Josie's" Hope replies.
Before Landon has a chance to reply they're interrupted by both of their phone's going off, Hope reaches for hers first, finding a text from Dr. Saltzman. "It's Dr. Saltzman," she informs Landon, "he wants to see the both of us at 1pm."
"Yeah," Landon nods, eyes scanning over the screen of his phone, "Matt's going to meet us there. What do you think it's about?"
"Oh, I don't know. Probably the fact that you died a few hours ago," Hope smiles sarcastically. "Dr. Saltzman will probably ask you a bunch of questions about your family history and what you know about the supernatural world and then he might try to convince you to come to the school once summer's over."
"Sounds a lot like a police investigation."
"If you were a werewolf, you'd get asked who you killed recently," Hope smirks.
"Well, I'm not a werewolf and I haven't killed anyone," Landon says.
"Good," Hope leans over and kisses Landon as she gets up to take the dirty plates to the dishwasher. "I'm gonna get a quick shower, before I get ready, you can use one of the guest bathrooms to get the dust from the drywall out of your hair."