It was a full moon that night, and the Ministry was basically a mess, what with the ghouls having fun with their mates, their hormones activated by the moon. All but one. Mountain. You entered his room some time past 8:00pm, knowing what was likely happening. Indeed, what you saw confirmed your suspicions.

He was curled up in a tight ball in the middle of his bed, the sound of faint sobs of pain coming from him. He looked awful - you didn't even have to see his face to know that.