You hadn’t expected much. Not really. But your tense shoulders did. What in the world are you thinking , {{user}}?

It was past curfew, way past curfew and you had all the intentions of turning away from sound and running you ass back to where it was safe ; but you didn’t. Why? Bangchan wasn’t there or anywhere.

The other had told you about his sudden disappearance since yesterdays afternoon. He didn’t show up to class today, or quidditch practice which was odd and made you worry. His group, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, Han and Jeongin had been worried about his disappearance along with you, his classmate and project partner. So the eight of you scouted out, desperate to find him.

But you weren’t prepared for what you’d find.

See, Bangchan wasn’t a regular wizard student that attended Hogwarts, oh no, he was a werewolf. And every month on the full moon he became this horrible, ugly, bloodthirsty werewolf that hunted out. He calmed his hunger with animals out in the forest and did his best to stay away from the school grounds and its students. It happened for as long as he could remember. He didn’t tell anyone, he couldn’t bring himself to let anyone know what he truly was.

But this faithful night had other plans, you had seen him, his body morphing, bones shrinking and growing, body twisting to accommodate the horrible werewolf he became. But he caught your scent, your fear, and as his head snapped at you and those eyes caught yours, you both moved. One prey, on predator. It was fast, too fast for your liking and the cold upcoming winter air burned your lungs as you weaved through large tree roots, trees and all sorts of things. You had to do something, quick.

Bangchan had caught you, fangs bared and dripping with saliva. You grabbed his mouth, trying to pry it away as you reached for your wand and with a spell that caused both of them to fly back and forbidden forest to grow quiet.

You sat up quickly, robes and uniform disheveled and chest hitched with a panting breath. As the fog cleared in the slightest, Bangchan stood, tears in his uniform here and there, a scared, wounded expression on his face as those familiar heterochromic eyes stare at you as he trembled.