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The next day saw little improvement for Reggie. His alarm clock had failed to go off, and the bump on his head from the day before was making itself known as a dull ache that refused to quit.
Hopes for a return of his luck dashed, Reggie gathered his school supplies and set off through the haunted forest between his house and Gravedale High with his head hung rather low.
He was halfway through the gloomy woods when he literally stumbled upon the unexpected: Vinnie, slouched casually in the shadow of a fallen tree along the path he took every day to school.
"V-vinnie!" the startled werewolf yelped as he identified the individual he'd tripped over in his haste to make up for the time he'd spent retrieving his shoe from a rather tenacious bog rat. "What are you doing here?" He questioned as the two youngsters disentangled their limbs and dusted stray leaves and twigs from their clothing.
"Waiting for you," Vinnie replied, with a raised eyebrow that suggested he thought the answer was obvious.
"Oh," Reggie replied softly, clearly at a loss for words. after all, this wasn't the first time he'd walked to school with Vinnie. They just hadn't done so for a little over two weeks.
"Weellll," Vinnie drawled, realizing that his friend had nothing further to add. "Let's get a move on, then. I'm not too worried 'bout lateness, but I suppose you are."
Reggie blinked, coming to his senses with a start as he registered his friend's words.
"Yes, of course."
With that, the two set off together, Vinnie fending off the three-eyes ravens that tried to steal Reggie's pack, and Reggie tripping over what seemed to be every exposed root in the entire forest. He even got assaulted by a rather lively mud spirit, leaving the two kids liberally splattered as they neared the end of their journey.
Despite the frequent delays, they both arrived somewhat before the first bell; breathless, and, in Reggie's case, bruised, but otherwise in one piece.
By now, Vinnie was deeply concerned. While they walked together, he had coaxed his often bashful friend into laying out all the bad luck he'd been having lately. While the young vampire certainly believed that everyone had bad days, and he supposed it wasn't a stretch to assume that bad weeks were also possible, there was just something about the situation that felt.... off.
Watching the young werewolf drop his pencil for the sixth time, Vinnie decided to do something he generally avoided at all costs: research. As soon as the bell rang, he was dragging Reggie with him to the library, and they were going to research bad luck. Then they could come up with a solution over the weekend.
Decided, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders, and returned to staring out the window as Mr. Schneider droned on about something to do with Roman statuary.