"Knew it; you never eat properly around the moon." Sirius frowned, and for a brief moment anger welled up inside Remus, and he wanted to grab Sirius by the shoulders and shout, so what? What does that matter, when I’m in pain, and I can feel the moon pulling, and my insides are writhing, trying to make their way out of my skin? Why do you even care if I eat, when it won’t satiate the monster inside of me?