I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire
Tuesday, February 27 • Evening
The moon had transitioned into the first quarter, and now waxed fuller each night. With it, the remnants of the werewolf heart still swimming in Lupin's blood grew in power.
Or, at least, so Remus hoped.
It was possible, after all, that the memories floating through his head now at times — peering into windows, stalking a child, rending flesh, closing in on Rose, biting Bill, the night he himself was bitten — were pure invention, a melange of phantom smells and sights produced by a sick and ailing mind, and not the lingering legacy of Greyback.
Books indicated that the blackouts and ill temper that he could not control as well as before were a lingering symptom of the heart, which kept its power as a poison from one full moon to the next. ( Collapse )