That did not quite answer the question 'why now' but Diane did not want to push it. "Well, you look very unfurrish today," was Diane's attempt at a compliment, with the air of somebody who was drinking tea and commenting on the wallpaper... in other words, not thinking too much of the situation.
Her eyes brightened up considerably noting something as professor Kazimeriz left the podium. She curiously uncorked and sniffed the vial content - it didn't seem to bother her at all - but did not taste it: instead lowered it and listened to more of the question-answer period with a blank expression. She was momentarily distracted by the sniffing at the side of her, a couple rows back. There was a girl crying inconsolable.
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"No. And he, or she, was never found." She said and pulled a blood pop and stuck it in her mouth. "On full moon nights the yearning for the taste of blood gets hard to fight... I am consciously aware that I can't hurt people... but my physical being craved something raw..."
Interestingly text-accurate. Diane hadn't read much about werewolves other than relating them to the Wolf's Bane Potion.
She raised her hand again, "What about a Gregory's Unctuous Untion, to fight back the urges to, ah, tear the flesh off humans?" Now this was particularly disturbing: she was still smiling, as if unbothered by the imaginery.