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It was a quiet night in Bjarstad, no one was out but the moon. Well, the moon and a black dog named Padfoot.
Prince Willhem was sitting alone in the castle, gazing wistfully out the window when he spotted him. A stray dog walking alone, looking lost.
He went out to see if the dog needed help but as he got closer the dog started to shift and turn and run. As fast as the dog came he left.
Wilhem went back to his room taking a book off his shelf and sitting in the window to read the book his mom got him, "how to repress your homosexual urges and allow Jesus into your heart". He wasn't a big fan of it to say the least.
He had just opened the book when he saw from his window the dog again, this time coming towards the door. He hopped up and ran to the door just in time to hear a knock. "That's weird, dogs don't usually knock" he thought to himself. He opened the door to see not a dog, but a cute boy who looked to be his age. "Hey cutie" the boy said, "you want to see some magic". Then he flashed him his di-