Wonpil was quite scared. He felt like a lot was going on those days, and that he could barely catch up with the news.

When Chan'd told him about everything that had happened the night before (when entire first floor had been flooded), he couldn't have helped but feeling extremely guilty – he hadn't been there to serve his role as a Head Boy; instead, he'd been sleeping peacefully inside his room, completely unawares of the mess that had been going on in the meanwhile.

Chan had tried to reassure him that it was not his fault at all, that he'd just done what he was supposed to be doing at that given moment and that he couldn't have possibly been the reason why it all had happened; but Wonpil still wasn't sold on that: what if something really bad had happened to the students?

"This whole situation remains fishy", he remembered telling Chan the day after at breakfast. It had been hard as the friend was so tired he looked as if he could fall asleep at any moment. "We ought to tell Mrs. McGonagall. This is what she told us to do".

"If you think it necessary", had been the sleepy reply. "Go ahead. It's probably just some student's joke".

"A joke that could possibly harm someone?", Wonpil had shaken his head: he didn't see how that was possible; never in six years at Hogwarts had ever had to deal with a similar matter.

But then again, the friend had looked so small and weak that the Hufflepuff hadn't really felt like bothering him too much. We can wait till he gets better, he'd thought. At the end of the day, it won't be for long.

The noise of a fork falling to the ground had suddenly interrupted his reflections: Chan's tiredness had probably taken over for a few seconds and the boy had not had the strength to continue holding the piece of cutlery, that had fallen loudly on the ground.

"Chan!", had yelled Wonpil, rather worried, "are you sure you can handle a full day of lessons?"

"Do I have an option?" the friend had taken a few sips on his black coffee. "I have Herbology, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies..."

"Yes, you do have an option and that is sleep", had cut off Wonpil. "Don't worry about the teachers. I'll fill them up with everything that you've done tonight. I'm sure they'll understand".

"I have my doubts about it", had answered the Gryffindor darkly. "It's among the Head Boy's duties to always be prepared to both patrol the corridors and attend classes regularly, so there is no excuse that can support your thesis-"

"'Patrolling' does not include going on swimming marathons at four in the morning!", had screamed Wonpil out of frustration. "Besides, you haven't stopped for one second since we arrived. If we were to count the hours you slept, they'd barely scratch a few days! Now I say – you go sleep, and I go tell the teachers about it. You're no use patrolling if you can barely support the weight of a fork!"

Wonpil had not taken his eyes off the friend until Chan had weakly replied: "Well, all things considered, you are not totally wrong..."

"Thank Merlin, he understood!" had exclaimed the Hufflepuff to no one in particular, but the little Gryffindor sat beside him had still sent him a rather puzzled look.

And so Chan had gone back to his dorms, making the friend promise he'd wake him up when the lessons finished.

But Wonpil, who knew better than that, simply avoided giving a clear answer and left Chan's dorm with the intention of letting the friend sleep as long as the boy needed.

He was therefore not expecting for the Gryffindor to appear at the end of dinner, after less than twelve hours. "I'm sorry I didn't wake you up", he immediately started in an apologetic tone, already fearing for what the friend was about to say, "but you honestly really needed a rest and I thought it'd be best for you to-"

But he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence though: Chan scrolled his shoulders, utter terror clear in his eyes, and whispered: "Full moon".

It was only then that Wonpil clicked: full moon! He could've easily slapped himslef hard in the face. How could he forget? Chan still hadn't taken the appropriate potion and was exposed as never before to the power of the satellite.

The worst feeling for the poor Hufflepuff was that he never forgot about it – full moon was a stable part of the boy's months: it had been like that ever since their very first year!

Chan had, in fact, been bitten by a werewolf when he was only a little child – luckily, though, the werewolf had not been transformed, so the friend had not become a werewolf himself. But the bite had still had his consequences.

Chan was in fact a helpless carnivore: he needed to eat meat in all of his meals and sometimes even craved it at the least appropriate times (10am – or even 4am, so to say); moreover, if people offended him harshly he could get seriously aggressive – it had been hard for the boy to learn how to control his anger, but sometimes he still had some problems when takling bullies.

The worst, however, came with full moon – during those nights, it was a real nightmare for the Gryffindor every time: all of the flaws that came with being bitten, in fact, were a hundred times accentuated and a lot more difficult to tame.

Wonpil could tell that the friend was now in fact going through a lot of pain: his eyes kept flashing around the Hall uncontrollably (probably in search for fresh meat), and his face was very sweaty from the extreme self-control he was imposing himself to follow – and if he still could somehow handle it all (Wonpil had no doubt about it) it was only because Chan still hadn't had eye-contact with the moon itself. It was then extremely important not to make that contact happen.

"Don't panic", said Wonpil, though internally panicking himself. "It's all good. We have to bring you to Mrs. Kim".

The Potions' teacher was in fact the only person in the school who could have the remedy to Chan's sufferings.

"We'll get you through this", stated the Hufflepuff. "Don't panic", he repeated. He wondered if he was actually saying that to the friend, or to himself.

The Hufflepuff got up and firmly sealed Chan between his hands, before quickly running towards the exit – he didn't look back, nor did he respond to all of the students (who had obviously got confused), but it was important for Chan to have his secret be unknown.

The quickest way to the dungeons (where Mrs. Kim's office was) was through the Arithmancy classroom, so that was exactly where Wonpil was running towards.

Luckily all of the blinds had been shut, so there was no way for the moonlight to reach the friend.

But right when the Hufflepuff was starting to get hopeful, Chan exploded. With an unhuman strenght that wasn't normally his, the Gryffindor managed to overthrow Wonpil, making him fall hard on the ground. It was clear Chan had not been able to suppress his temptations anymore.

"Chan! No!" the Head Boy got up and started frantically to chase the friend, who'd taken a completely different path from the one they were supposed to follow.

Corridor after corridor, Chan began to gain speed: it was becoming harder and harder for Woojin to keep up. He was really about to stop to call for help when a worried scream reached him.

Without feeling the pain anymore, he sprinted towards the sound: he couldn't allow Chan to hurt others – or himself.

He found the source after turning around the third corridor: about middle way through it was Chan, a somewhat different attitude about him. He definitely made eye-contact with the moon!, he thought darkly.

A few metres ahead of the friend, were two students – a boy and a girl, and they both looked completely intimidated and petrified.

"Chan!" yelled the Head Boy, desperately trying to distract him from the younger guys.

Luckily, some God must have heard him, because the Gryffindor turned around to face him.

Wonpil took a very deep breath. Now he had his attention, but what could he do? The boy was not conscious, he wouldn't have recognized him either. He was a danger for everybody, himself included.

But then Chan suddenly attacked, and Wonpil reacted almost automatically: a very precise, well-executed stunning spell and there was the friend, laying motionless on the cold ground.

Wonpil ran towards him: as far as he could see, there were no noticeable wounds. Chan seemed to be okay – or at least, as okay as a stunned, half-werewolf could be on a full moon night.

"What the actual heck", commented a voice, and Wonpil raised his head: he'd forgotten about the two guys Chan had almost attacked. "That is the other Head Boy! Head boy" he repeated, as if he hadn't been clear. "And he's a werewolf!"

"Will you shut up!" harshly replied Wonpil, scared that the other's blunt statement could reach strangers' ears. "He's not a werewolf. And he's not doing too well either, if you haven't noticed!"

Woojin considered the situation: he had to go to Mrs. Kim's office immediately, but he also couldn't let the two students go; they would've told everyone about the friend's secret. There was no option but to bring them with him.

"I'm going to Mrs. Kim's office", he announced. "And the two of you are coming with me".

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Hello everyone!
I'm so sorry for not posting last week, but i left a post on my commumity tag that explained why :)

But still, I'm back! I might actually upload twice this week since we were made to stay at home for an ENTIRE week!

Cause: 👑virus, what else :\ honestly so pissed at Italy's government rn, they have done nothing to prevent its spreading & now they are oblinging us to stay shut in our homes and are not letting us live our goddamn life >:(

hope your governments are doing better honestly, and if you are from Italy as well – I am so sorry!

Anyways, lmk what you think's going to happen in the next chapter ;)

See you next time, cy~

Vic🌙.