his Beta. It is impossible to tell the difference between a wolf's mate or
individual pack due to the fact that werewolves always bite to mark between
the neck and shoulder. This is thought to be because werewolves are savage
beasts who, when in beast form, eagerly seek to kill.
Hermione frowned once again and reached for her wand to amend the previous
sentence. She looked over the symptoms of lycanthropy, which looked to be terribly
painful. Her heart hurt just to think of what an unfortunate existence it would be, especially
to know that the Wizarding world judged these people for a condition they could not
control.
When without a mate or pack, symptoms of lycanthropy worsen.
Before and after full moons, werewolves will appear sickly pale, complain of
stomach problems, muscle pain, headaches, and sensitivity to light, smell, and
sound. Because of the severity of their symptoms, werewolves are known to
prematurely age—
Huh.
She thought back to a few days earlier when she watched Professor Lupin holding
his head in his hands by his desk, looking pained before politely requesting that Seamus
and Dean quietly read instead of actively gossiping as they had previously been doing.
She had not realised it at the time, but since she had already finished her own work,
her eyes had been glued to Professor Lupin, noting the beautiful colour of his hair. Blond,
but darker, like the colour of wet sand on a beach, with little flecks of grey scattered among
the strands. She had thought it strange at first, considering she had overheard someone
mention that Professors Lupin and Snape attended school together at some point, which
meant they were near the same age, and yet Professor Lupin looked years older.
"Oh my goodness," Hermione muttered to herself.
Professor Lupin had been sick all week. Yesterday, Professor Snape substituted for
his class.
Last night was the full moon.
She added it all up in her head quickly. The way Professor Lupin had looked sick
the prior week, as well as the day they had all stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express—
which had, coincidentally, been the day before the full moon as well. The grey in his hair
despite his young age, the headaches and noise sensitivity, the boggart that changed into