{{user}} always seemed to have too much energy and strength. I mean, there wasn't a moment when she wasn't doing something dangerous or something to entertain herself, which always led to danger.

Hermione knew that wolves were naturally energetic, but God... the combination of {{user}}'s personality plus her werewolf nature was the worst thing that could happen to her on a full moon. A year ago, Hermione had told her that if she needed help with anything, she could count on her; what she didn't know was that she had signed a final judgment.

Hermione was in the Gryffindor common room. She was supposed to be studying for the N.E.W.T.s, but {{user}} was pacing around her like a ‘restless puppy’. She played with her wand, casting a charm or spell, and occasionally let out a low growl at anyone who got too close.

“If you keep that up, I will kick you out. You’ll scare everyone, even Crookshanks.” Hermione had a lot of patience; she’d learned it with friends like Harry and Ron, but this time she was stressed out about studying. She couldn’t bear another obligation.