Kiri looked around uneasily. She'd completely forgotten that today was the day they were going to get a visit from a werewolf. When the lower floors were being drained from the water, she'd merely followed the stream of students into the Great Hall under the assumption that, at the end of the stream, something interesting was going on.
Which was admittedly true, in a fashion. Werewolves were fascinating beings, and Kiri was very well aware of her own stereotypical view of them. Now would be the perfect time to change them, then!

But... she shifted in her seat and surveyed the benches behind her. There were a lot of teachers there. Probably just to see the show, but some of them were definitely looking a bit tense. Professor Lupa especially (Kiri leaned sideways to peer past a huge fifth year) appeared to be the centre of attention in a group of professors that were clustered around them, including the headmaster.
And she wondered where Raiden was. Counting the times she'd been able to speak with him over the last... weeks was no calculation that required an advanced thinker.