"Oh crud. I’ve got to go, go get them all."
I watched as Miss Wells hiked herself over the hedge, desperately looking down the night street. She returned back to me. “You, you stay right there, keep an eye out—”
"It’s fine Miss Wells!” I gestured back at the school. “They’re all in there! Nobody’s left—”
"Can’t risk it. If one of them gets drunk—I don’t know." She shuddered. "I’m going to go find them."
"At least check!" I could see the wild look in her blue eyes, the way her blonde curls were frizzing. "You’re panicking and you’re going to make a mistake, go in and—"
"I will never make a mistake,” she snapped. “Not again. Nobody must ever—”
"If you leave the school grounds, I will go outside and honk your car horn!"
She froze. “You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”
"Come inside, Miss Wells. I talked them all out of it. The werewolves, the bugbears… they’re all here."
She narrowed her eyes. “How do you know?”
I smiled. “I figured out what I am, Miss Wells.”
"…You like me, right?"
"Of course." Mis Wells nodded. "I like all my students—oh, but now that I think of it, I was a bit more eager to place you. Maybe you’re a siren, or something hypnotic—"
"I’m the ordinary human, Miss Wells." I gripped her hand gently. "I’m the ordinary human who stumbles into the ghosts and goblin’s den, and doesn’t freak out or hate them all. I’m the one that tries to talk to them, that makes no demands he wouldn’t make of other people. I am the friend." I smiled. "Maybe a little bit naive, but I spent my time in that classroom getting to know everyone and convincing them not to go out for a halloween booze fest. There won’t be a Van Hellsing or a Dracula tonight, Miss Wells. Come back inside, okay?"
And then I woke up.