It's 2017 when Will, Tessa, and Jem wake up after a strange encounter with a deranged warlock. iPhones, highschool, dating, and average teenage life shouldn't be so strange, for a bunch of kids who never remember being born in the 1800s, but for a p...
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London- 2017
"Will? Will, is that you?" a voice spoke from nowhere.
Will slammed his feet to the ground, stopping his bike mid turn.
"What? Who is that?" he demanded, eyes searching his surroundings, and finding nothing once more. A strange sense of wrongness crept into his chest.
"Will? Will?"
He lept off his bike, not even putting up his stand but letting it crash to the concrete. He held his arms out for himself, had the strangest sense he should be reaching for a weapon. But what weapon?
"Who is that? Show yourself!"
"Will, you idiot," spoke the muffled voice from somewhere behind him. "It's James. You pocket dialed me, now answer the phone."
Will slumped his fighting stance and rolled his eyes. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket as he reached an arm out to tug his bike up from it's rather sad, dented place on the sidewalk.
"I don't pocket dial," he spoke into the phone, hopping back onto his bike with a single hand free.
"Oh, you do," replied the voice wryly. "You'd be surprised how many conversations you have with yourself I that get to hear. And it seems to always be me. Don't you have any other contacts?"
Will felt himself bristle. "Of course. I am a very popular fellow, you know."
On the line, Jem sighed. "No one says 'fellow' anymore, Will. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you-"
"Well I do. Fellow, fellow, fellow." He cleared his throat, kicking off the ground and setting off once more.
"There once was quite a fine fellow, Who didn't care what was in style And so he did bellow, the simple word fellow Making all those around him revile. . .
"-him." he added, as if afterthought. "Revile him."
The line was silent for a moment. Then: "That was one of your very worst. You can't rhyme fellow with fellow."
Will coughed once. "I happen to be multitasking. You are currently putting me in danger of being arrested for texting and driving."
"That's for cars, Will. Not bicycles. And you aren't texting. Now I wanted to say-"
"Well that does not change the fact that what I am currently doing is incredibly daredevilish and you should be extremely worried about my welfare-"
