The full moon started peaking over the tops of the cliffs as Remus waited patiently for the familiar pains to begin. Off to the side, Romilda, Colin, and Susan were more anxious, especially the latter two despite the Wolfsbane potion they’d all taken and the assurance that they’d retain their human minds. As the moonlight fell over them, Remus’ and Romilda’s muscles began to stretch and their bones creaked and snapped as their human forms reshaped themselves into their wolfish characteristics. Hair sprouted everywhere, their ears shifted and became more pointed, their teeth elongated and their faces stretched to accommodate them. With a final roar of ancient anger and loathing, two werewolves dropped onto all fours before howling with longing towards the moon.