I wanna be sedated
Tuesday, March 14th ~ Early Evening
Last month's avoidance efforts hadn't been terribly effective, especially when he heard the news of the children.
For days afterward there had been a sense of unease haunting him and Bill knew that drinking himself into a stupor wouldn't work again. When the skin tingling anxiety hit tonight he wanted to be absolutely certain that... That what, Bill? That you're not turning into raving beast and eating children? You don't transform, you haven't after all these years. No matter how much the need may torture your body and mind in the light of the moon, or how you want to. Yes, want to. Admit it, Billy Boy, if it will end the urges that mess so badly with your head, you would gladly give your body over to the wolf for one night out of the month to run free in the woods. To feel truly alive like the whispers in the darkness promise.
Bill shook his head and forced himself to cut off that train of thought as he Apparated to the gates of Hogwarts.
He ignored the gasps of a few children as he strode through the halls on his way to the infirmary, his fists and jaw clenching.
"Poppy? You in?" he asked, stopping just inside the door.