The Ministry atrium was buzzing like usual, and despite the story on the front-page cover, he was thankful that it seemed like a slow news day, at least he didn’t see any reporters lurking about. He briskly walked towards the lifts that would take him to Remus’ office, hoping to minimize the stares in his direction. This close to the moon he was feeling agitated, his skin itched beneath the surface, and he swore that the Wolfsbane he drank before leaving the house tasted worse this month.