You're quite certain this is the building however you can neither hear nor see anything. You don't give up the easily though and continue to paw and grope for a window, door or some kind of opening in the rickety old building. Suddenly as you round the next corner, the air all around you wavers as if superheated and begins to solidify, a house forming into view and suddenly you can hear all kinds of sounds coming from inside. You have the misfortune of being right by a window when this happens and quickly duck down hearing someone talking inside.
Curiosity gets the better of you and you finally edge your muzzle up so your head and eyes are level with the plane of the ledge. Peering inside you see the same arrangement as before, several shelves filled with containers holding gods knows what and a huge almost cliche boiling, bubbling black cauldron accompanying the center of the room. Leaning over it, his back to you is a young man, with similar hair and clothes to you. Come to think of it he must shop at the same place as his hoody resembles yours too. As he he bends over to retrieve an ingredient the hoody clears the nice pants to reveal a perfect tail sized hole and you get a glimpse of the face.
It's you!! "That Bitch!!" you exclaim (which to any casual onlooker would sound like nothing more than an angry canine bark) getting even more infuriated when you notice she's not only taken your form and clothes but is also jamming to your mp3 player with your little white ear-buds on each side of her head while finishing an incantation.
Suddenly there is a brilliant green flash followed by profuse amounts of smoke and then she/ he / you? is holding a small green vial which he / you quickly caps and shoves in a pocket. You continue to watch as the false you leaves the building. You quickly and quietly dodge around the corner as he leaves through the front door and walks to the other side of the house away from your position.
Quietly trotting up to him you watch and see a another square of still grass which wavers for a bit and then forms into a bright red Japanese sports bike in it's place. It's a late model and very fast from it's appearance too. He gets on it, revs the engine and throttles on down the path loudly at a maddening speed leaving you to sneeze as you catch a whiff of the exhaust.
Alone again, you trot back to the door of the cottage and fumble at it with your clumsy paws. You are able to turn it however and it surprisingly opens.
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