The full moon came and went. Remus was out sick for another stretch of time to recover. Severus was forced to go to see Pomfrey by midday, though he wanted that particular fat lip. Oh well. It was gone within the hour.

Friday morning swept in like a fog on the moors. Friday afternoon saw Severus absent for lunch, and then again for dinner. But he was there, on the seventh floor, with his hands clenched. Waiting.