anxiousCharacters: Remus, James, Snape, Sirius.
The setting sun cast a red glow on the slowly cooling grounds, as I hurried across them. Wrapping my cloak tighter, I shivered perhaps from the growing anxiousness and un-easyness. But, I was used to it, it was routine. Making sure nobody was around when I got to the flailing branches of the Whomping Willow, I picked up a stick and prodded the knot. It stopped coming to a complete standstill, revealing the tunnel that lead to my transformation place. I stepped in.
Once inside the shack, I began to prepare for the upcoming moonrise. Removing clothing, shoes, my watch. The others were nowhere to be found, and it wasn't like I could wait for them. I glanced outside through the slightly boarded up windows. I bit my lip seeing how dark it was getting. Sun was almost set. Almost time. I sat down on the bed there, setting my clothes and shoes on the floor and waited trying to ignore the nervousness that had settled in my chest. Just like always.
