You were laid down in your bed tossing around in anxiety knowing your boyfriends, James, Sirius and Remus were out there transforming into a werewolf for Remus' part, a damn black dog for Sirius and a literal stag for James.

They never wanted to come with them, always claiming they didn't want you to get hurt.

The only good thing during those full moons was that being a Slytherin, thanks to Salazar Slytherin's selfishness, you had a room to yourself like all the other Slytherins, so you didn't have to put up with some annoying roomates asking you questions about why you were so anxious on full moons.

Suddenly you heard the door opening, you immediately sat up and saw your boyfriends walking in, Sirius and James supporting an injured Remus.