Remus let out a low groan of displeasure as he felt the bandages of the gryffindor girls dormitories put pressure against his wounded arm. “Did I hurt anyone?” Asked Remus, closing his eyes and referring to the previous night—the night of a full moon and the night of a forgotten potion. Now was the evening of the night after, where he lay in your dorm bed; the soft snores of your dorm mates could be heard along with the gentle swishing of nightly wind from an opened stain glass window.