He sat alongside Remus and tried to smother his own tears, putting his head in his hands to muffle any sound. He was still so confused, no one had told him anything, and his senses were in overdrive. The sharp sterileness of the halls combined with the metallic smell rolling off Ginny Weasley made him feel sick. It had been months since the wolf was this restless, and it felt like someone had taken a hammer to his skull.