There he was. RIGHT THERE. CULLODEN. RIGHT THERE. TOBY WAS GONNA GET HIM.

The seventh-year-turned-lowkey-werewolf had been stalking through the misty classroom forest, no need to sneak. Why would he sneak? He was a werewolf and he would just ATTACK anyone who tried to go for him. He'd mostly seen other werestudents, and a couple of trackers too, but they were all occupied.

But now, Toby had found him. Culloden, stood still pretty far away, but . He grinned to himself, strange canine teeth bared as his eyes glinted. Oh yeah, he was gonna GET HIM. SWIPE AT HIM. MAYBE BITE HIM. MAYBE KICK HIM. OR HIT HIM. MOSTLY BITE THOUGH.

He let out a growl under his breath. Not a creature-type growl, but an aggressive-human-type growl, and all at once went from standing and watching to sprinting at the Potions Master alarmingly fast. He was fast anyway, when he was a regular human, but THIS was amazing.

And soon enough, there he was. Close enough to Culloden that the man could probably see the VERY un-Toby-like aggression on his usually gentle features. He went faster still, and reached out for Culloden, with every intention to TACKLE HIM TO THE GROUND.

RAHH, CULLODEN. RAHHHH. GONNA EATCHU. Or just turn you into a werewolf. OR EATCHU. RAAAAAAGE.