So now they were going to brew a potion that they would probably fail at. Marvelous. What a waste of potions ingredients, Kate thought to herself. Maybe somebody would get it right, though, and the potion could at least be used by somebody somewhere. Kate was torn between trying to form an answer to the question the professor and asked and eating the rest of her Oreos, even though they were shaped just like the phases of the moon.

Prying her eyes and thoughts away from the cookies, Kate listened to what her classmates were saying. She knew she should come up with something new, so she waited, her hand still by her side, until she could come up with something to say. Suddenly, her hand extended into the air. "After the potion is taken, most werewolves go somewhere and just sleep through the whole transformation," she said. Powerful potion, it was.