When my brother was little he was obsessed with werewolves (among other things), and he was convinced that he could turn into one if he just tried hard enough. Every morning he’d stand in front of the mirror looking for signs of lycanthropy and then practicing his werewolf face. He suspected that at any moment the change would happen so he wanted to be ready when it did. He’d contort his face, close one eye, mess up his hair and show his teeth, and then go around the house biting people.
Since I was a few years older than my brother I laughed the werewolf game off as just a silly thing he did, except that to this day whenever I think of my brother I think of the werewolf face.
Maybe it’s just because I don’t see my brother enough but sometimes, if no one is looking and I’m near a mirror, I’ll try and turn into a werewolf too. Usually no one notices, but the other day someone caught me working on my werewolf face. I didn’t try to explain it to them, but I hope you’ll understand.
