Not a single witch had responded to Garret's post about doing some magic and...it had hurt. He didn't think there were that many solitary witches at the school but he was quite aware of one who wasn't. When Craig didn't bang down his door to start doing magic as soon as the moon turned full, Garret got worried. So, early Tuesday morning - he only knew so by his phone - Garret got up and darted over to Sphinx. No werewolves tried to eat him or his satchel so after catching his breath, Garret made a beeline for Craig's door.
Throwing the bag behind him, he began to knock - quietly at first, but then slowly louder and louder. "Craig! Craig, open the door." When no answer came, Garret tried a different tactic. He stopped knocking for a second, then began banging on it.
"Craig! Craig, hurry - it caught my scene. Craig, the were is staring at me. Craig!" Garret's voice took on a whine as he beat on the door, pretending he was being hunted. "Craig please! Oh God, Craig I can smell him. Craig, open up!"