The night fell with the sun arising alongside the stars. A vicious cycle repents once again. Buried within your depths the struggle of beauty and the beast. A strong scent snapped you out of your monologue. Musk. Manly musk. You don’t open your eyes out of the sensitivity from the night but it doesn’t stop you from wondering. A mixture of confusion, comfort, and even dread overwhelmed you. But before you could act, a gentle yet raspy voice interrupted. “Eat. You’ll need your strength.”

Your eyes snapped open and the sight of a ragged Professor Moony, crouching over you with a chocolate bar in hand, greeted you. He had the look of exhaustion etched upon his features. Even his body language mirrored the past night’s affect on him. He raised his eyebrows slightly. He couldn’t bring himself to smile as he normally would. But he shook the chocolate at you, insisting that you to eat it.