Cam watched as Kazimeriz was speaking again and wrote more notes, deciding to stop after that and watched as he summoned a sample phial of the Wolfsbane Potion. WHOAH. Purple? He curiously held the phial up to eye level and observed the potion, taking his quill and taking notes again.

TROLL FUNGUS TOENAIL?

Oh poor professor. Ew. Ew. Ewwwww.

He uncorked the phial and decided to take a sniff. OH. MY. Cam felt a little woozy from just taking one sniff, he wondered what it felt like to actually drink the dang thing. He twitched from the putrid odor and closed the phial again. Oohh questions? Raising his hand again, he asked, "Do ya know which werewolf bit ya? Or like the real identity of the werewolf that bit ya?"

And with that, he uncorked the phial yet again and decided to take a drink. EUGHUGUH. He coughed, trying to get the taste OUT of his taste buds, his arm rubbing on his tongue just to get the taste OUT. OUUUUTTT. "Yughckkkk."

Blinking back tears, the tiny Hufflepuff grasped the vile, holding it close in both hands. Sniffling, her nose slightly dripping from crying, Wesley uncorked the lid, her stomach already twisting in revulsion.

She didn't want to sniff it. She didn't want to drink it. But she HAD to. Somewhere, in a very deep part of her mind, it made sense for Wesley to drink it. Somewhere, somehow, she felt that by drinking the potion, it would make up for her failure to hug. In some twisted area of her very conscious, Wesley felt like drinking it would be the right thing to do. Professor Lupa would not be alone in her suffering. And though a part of the first year realized that just sniffing and drinking a fake liquid wasn't anything compared to the suffering of undergoing a transformation into a werewolf, another part felt that this did. Or at least, it was as close to feeling it as she would ever get. Because Wesley, young and naive, could never believe something as bad as being bit by a werewolf would happen to her. It was unfathomable. Not to me.

Then, there was a whole other part of her, reaching back far into her childhood, into the very core of her existence, that told her to drink it because she deserved it. Because she was a bad girl, and she deserved to suffer. She deserved to hurt. She deserved to feel pain.

So, uncorking the lid, the girl lifted the glass to her nose and sniffed. Nearly dropping the container, Wesley gagged. The aroma was putrid. Holding it away from herself, the brunette breathed heavily, gulping in air. So...bad! So bad! So bad! So bad bad bad bad bad!

She almost corked it. Almost pocketed it to later throw it in some random rubbish bin. But she couldn't. She needed to drink it. She was a bad girl and she HAD to drink it. Starting to cry, Wesley lifted it back to her face, and gulped. The liquid was disgusting in taste. After gagging a few times, Wesley forced herself to swallow. Bile rose into her mouth shortly after, threatening to get loose, but she held it back, gritting her teeth, and swallowed the searing belly juice.

Mouth reeking, Wesley closed her eyes, biting her lip. Hard. All over. All over. All done.

Shaking, Wesley stared at the Runes professor through her misted eyes. Professor Lupa. She's not like me. She's a good girl. She doesn't deserve this. She shouldn't have this. It's not her fault. It's not her fault!

"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..."

Oh ew, ew, ew, this assembly was giving Anastasia disturbing mental images the longer she listened. First of all, what was this comment all about? 'I am no different than any of you, I just grow fur 3 nights a month.' Yeah suuure that was all there was to it. Disgusting. Did Lupa hack up fur-balls every now and then too? Oh just gross, as if Lupa even needed to supply Anastasia's imagination with more reasons to dislike her.

And then there was Kazimeriz, the ridiculous old coot who was just trying to make his precious goddaughter feel better by describing her as the prettiest wolf ever -- as if that were even possible. Werewolves were beasts, plain and simple, and beauty was hardly a word that should be contained within the same sentence as one of them. Silly man. Obviously he hadn't looked in a mirror lately either.

Bunbury did pay attention enough, however, to hear Krazikazi mention her name like five times in connection to the wolfsbane potion. She wasn't excessively fond of that potion...or herb, for that matter, but she did know what Kazi was rambling about for once.

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"In answer to your other question: Wolfsbane must be harvested during the waxing full moon. For the potion, you harvest the blossoms-- specifically, the spurs and the nectar from the flowers. As such, you would obviously need to harvest while it is in bloom... Which is, I believe, from March through November?" he looked at Bunbury and raised an eyebrow as he sought confirmation.

"It flowers from June to August, actually, with the seeds ripening from July through September," the Herbology professor spoke up, calmly meeting Kazi's eyes. She wasn't correcting him and calling him out in front of the entire school, exactly... or okay, yeah that's exactly what she was doing but in an ever-so-polite manner. But Bunz knew her plants and he knew his potions and neither really intimidated the other... so perhaps it was just a conflicting of sources?

Speaking of sources, no way was the Herbology professor touching that phial of potion in front of her. It was a lovely lilac color.... and she was just a litttle bit curious about the properties of it... but she would never in a million years drink something that kept Alessia Lupa sane or whatever. She could just... casually examine the phial from afar. And stick it in her pocket for later experimentation.

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.

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.

Kiri took the little phial and eyed it sceptically. The old professor's description of it hadn't sounded very encouraging. And he was a Potions master, too, which meant that, by now, his sense of taste must either be gone completely or so numbed that everything tasted more or less acceptable.

Several of her classmates around her were apparently of the same opinion. A symphony of gurgling and gagging echoed through the Great Hall as people downed the taste-alike Wolfsbane. Kiri fumbled with the stopper. The odours coming from the little flask - and everyone else's... they were bad smells. Knowing what the potion's ingredients were did not help one bit. Kiri pinched her nose shut and tipped the potion into her mouth.
A moment later, she wished she hadn't. The taste was similar to the smell, only much stronger. And coating to her tongue and gums and teeth and... Kiri swallowed quickly. The stuff was foul!

She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her robes. Naturally, there was nothing to drink to wash away the taste; she just had to hope that the assembly wouldn't continue for that much longer. Cupping her hand in front of her mouth, Kiri caught a whiff of the potion in her breath. She lowered the hand quickly and began breathing through her nose.
Professor Lupa, Kiri could see when she glanced towards the dais in front, was surveying the scene calmly. Maybe even with some amusement. Of course, she must have drunk the Wolfsbane Potion a thousand times. It was probably a matter of getting used to it. And considering the alternative... Kiri shuddered at the thought.

"Thank you Professor Bunbury..." she said trying not to sound cold.

"Not yet anyway..." she looked at the sky again... the sun was disappearing. "Well, and Professor Kazimeriz can correct me if I am wrong, but Gregory's Unctuous Unction only persuades the drinker that the giver is her very best friend... so it would only save one person. And as a werewolf, if you allow one person to spend time with you in that form... you must care for them a lot." She said and swallowed...

She could feel her body temperature rising fast. "If you'll excuse me now, I'm going to step into the cage and have the headmaster lock me up." She said and smiled. She walked into the cage and took the vial that had been placed there for her. It was time... she needed to take the potion. She drank it down quickly... odd... she could taste... strawberries? "Uhmm Rey?" She began to feel even more nervous...

Oh goodness. This was it, wasn't it? Wolf time. Clifford just about refrained from clinging onto Miss Caroline's arm. It was just Professor Lupa, right? The nice Ancient Runes teacher that gave him chocolate and liked sausages. SHE couldn't be scary.

Still, Clifford found it hard to look as she stepped into that cage. He hoped it was a STRONG cage.

At least she'd eat the first years first.

Headmaster Bontecou was also keeping a careful eye on the moon. He was already standing ready near the cage when Less made her announcement. While she made herself comfortable (well, as comfortable as one could be) he made a little speech to the assembly to explain the precautions. "As Professor Lupa secures herself and takes her potion I would just like to address the reason for the cage. While the wolfsbane potion will keep the werewolf sane enough to transform among others, we felt it was in the best interest of the safety of those assembled if we went overboard with the precautions, just in case. However, please let me assure you that under these carefully controlled conditions there is nothing to fear. I also ask that you please be respectful of what you are about to see and if you cannot observe with maturity, please excuse yourselves from the room at this time."

After finishing his speech, the headmaster turned his back on the students and whispered to Lupa, "What is it? Do you want a screen for the actual transformation itself and then we can show your wolf?" he asked, hands wrapping around the bars of the cage. He was completely free of fear.

"No..." she whispered... "I'm doing this with no screen, just... take me home before I turn back..." That would be embarrassing. "It's just... The potion tastes funny... did you brew it? Or did you use the one-"

Alessia grabbed at her stomach giving a growl of displeasure. No not yet... too soon... The charmed ceiling was delayed from the real sky... she should have known. She tried to breathe through it... she needed to tell Pepe. But her chest tightened and she screamed louder than she ever had.

Satine was so amazed by the Professor and her bravery. She listened again to the Potions Master and then looked down at the vial that had been given to her. She was a little hesitate in tasting it since she had heard of him doing mean things to the students last year...but she knew that Professor Lupa wouldn't have agreed for him to do this to them.

She examined the phials contents....and then looked up at Professor Lupa with confusion in her eyes....how horrible to have to take this over and over and over again...I mean it looked ghastly!

She took the stopper off and smelled it. Yuck, Yuck, Yuck...it was just as nasty smelling as it was gross looking...so of course she knew it was going to taste absolutely horrid...

But Satine gave the phial one more look and smell and decided not to linger on it and downed it in one, two, three.

Gross! is all she could think. The taste was bad but the texture was worse...it literally oozed down her throat almost coating everything on the way down.

Man she wished they were also giving out water. This was just nasty feeling and she tried as hard as she could to keep any horrible noise in her throat. If Professor Lupa could take this every month, then she could atleast give the professor respect and not gag at it.

She raised her hand one more time and being the positive person she is asked, "Professor, I know that getting lycanthropy wasn't probably part of your plan in life, but I'm a positive person and was just wondering, is there any aspect that you treasure of your extra ability?" she said with a smile...she knew it was horrible to have gotten the disease but maybe something good had come out of it.

Truebridge watched from his position by the door. He unfolded his arms and looked around with a frown on his face, wondering why this hadn't' been done outdoors.

Something was wrong! Wasn't it?!
Kiri nearly swallowed her tongue as Professor Lupa let out an unearthly scream. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end - partly because her simian ancestors had survived because they'd run from screams such as Professor Lupa's, but also because the woman's wail sounded as if she was in terrible, terrible pain. She was clutching her stomach pitifully.

Kiri's heart was beating very fast now. She bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from whimpering. Several of the other professors seemed uncomfortable as well. It looked as if this wasn't supposed to happen. She gripped the bench so tightly that her fingers turned white from the pressure.

From where Jake sat, well away from most of the people and Professors, right at the back of the people (well, he had kind of sneaked away from the other second years in order to stay back), he didn't really know what was happening just yet, but a sudden scream made him jump, and he narrowed his eyes as he looked to the front.

Standing up on his chair, making him not too much taller than the others, but enough to see, Jake bit on his lip in worry. Why had he come here?

When Lyra had heard the terrible scream coming from professor Lupa, she shifted uncomfortably on her bench she was sitting on and for first time Lyra wanted to grow up fast become a seventh year and sit in the back instead on the front bench.

Getting a strangely intent look on her face, Cela stood up and backed towards the door the great hall. She didn't say a word and didn't warn anyone of what was in her mind.

She couldn't.

She just had to get out of there. She continued backing up and bumped into professor Truebridge and blinked a bunch of times like she'd just woken up. She gave the History of Magic Professor a frightened and apologetic look and bolted out of the great hall, running straight up the stairs and heading for her dorm.

Vanessa almost fell off the bench when Professor Lupa screamed. She hadn't been expecting that. Was everything okay? Pushing herself back on the bench, so she wouldn't fall off, Vannie looked towards the stage. What wa going on? She hoped that Professor Lupa was okay. She couldn't really see that much, but somehow she was rather glad, if somehing went wrong she didn't really want to see it.

William was getting nervous and he had no idea why. He was sitting at the very front of the room with the other second years, he was safe because he knew she'd never hurt a student intentionally but something didn't feel right in his gut. She had turned to the headmaster and was whispering something but he couldn't quite make it out. Scooting back further in his seat he kept the closed phial of potion in his hand, and continued to watch not knowing what was going on.

"Oh my gosh." he muttered when Lupa screamed. At least she was safe in her cage! Oh no this so wasn't good, not even for her.

Sarah nodded her thanks to Kazimeriz as he answered her question.Trust her to mention the wrong plant though! Still she made a mental note of the answer just in case it came up in any homework they had.

Looking down at the potion he had put in front of them,Sarah screwed up her nose.Ewwww looks bad.Poor Professor Lupa having to drink this every month.Picking it up she pulled the cork out and took a deep breath,sniffing the contents.She nearly let out an audible choking sound as it invaded her nostrils making her feel quite ill.Stretching it out in front of her she wanted to get it as far away as possible,but at the same time was curious as to what Lupa had to go through.Deciding not to be a wuss,Sarah gingerly put the bottle to her lips and took a sip.Her reaction was not disimilar to a cat coughing up a hair ball.She choked and coughed,trying to keep it quiet so not to disturb anyone else,but not too successfully. "I am not doing that again," she muttered,recorking the bottle and placing it in the pocket of her robes.

Still trying to get the disgusting taste out of her mouth,Sarah had failed to notice that Professor Lupa had entered the cage ready for her transformation.It wasn't until she let out the most primeval scream that Sarah had ever heard,a sound that made her head snap up and look toward the centre of the room.
Ohhh the poor woman,she is so brave doing this in front of us.I hope no idiots spoil it.
Did she mean to scream like that?

Jack had been taking copious notes, hoping to get an article for the Ravie Reader, when the scream by Professor Lupa made him freeze. How on earth did she manage to conceal a scream like that every month? Bone-chilling, it was.

Fallon was watching the whole thing completely calm. Then Professor Lupa let out a terrible scream. Fallon jumped back in her chair a bit and watched the professor. Now she didn't feel as safe as she did earlier, but she wasn't going to let that show. She had to be strong for Professor Lupa.

Satine shook all over from the Professor's scream...o surely by now she knew how to handle the pain...so that meant...o no.....something must be wrong...she looked up in horror at the Professor from the...the front row....

O no, please let everything be okay.... she didn't want Professor Lupa to be hurt or....worse...

She looked side to side surely someone....like the Headmaster...could help her and help her soon!

The pain in the Professor's eyes made her own water with tears...

Thankfully, she thought while she still had control on her mind, Pepe had locked the cage after she walked in it.

She screamed again ripping her blonde hair from her head. The pain was horrible. The potion hadn't worked as a pain killer... maybe it would still work, letting her control her own mind... but she could feel it slipping away already. No... she needed to tell the headmaster! But all she could do was scream as the transformation set in.

Her dark green robes began to rip and pull at the seams and her fangs, how filling her elongated mouth, were salivating for her next meal.

Ash, sitting on the bench, stood up for a minute to see what was going on(as she was a little shorter than evedryone around her) was quickly chilled to the bone by the shreiks comming from the professor. Tearing up a little bit about how much pain was in the scream Ash sat down

Ooooooh, that looked painful... she was pulling her own hair out, something Jake hadn't seen anyone else do before. Why did she seem so... worried?

"No," was all Jake managed to whimper out, his voice failing him as he tried to shout. Looking to Kazi for some reason, Jake chewed on his thumb nervously, measuring the distance between him and the door.

Well... he was glad he decided to sneak to the back and sit with the seventh years after all.