werewolf • healing
Hezekiah Mowry had been finding himself in very lonely places recently. He found the North Tower was one of the places he would go when he was lonely, which was quite often. It was in the middle of the day, and Hezekiah had already taught his batch of sixth years. He felt that they were coming along nicely though it was only the second week. The werewolf stood in front of the window, feeling the breeze on his scarred face. He closed his eyes to allow himself to calm down. It was the full moon tonight, and he was not prepared. He had taken his potion and everything, so he was safe to be around, but he hated every full moon that he had to endure. It was stressful. Hezekiah took in a deep breath through his nose and exhaled out of his mouth. Then, he opened his eyes.