The eye flicked left and right, as if unsatisfied by what it saw. Perhaps the man sensed that someone else was spying, someone hidden.

They fanned out from their campsite like a swarm of angry wasps defending a disturbed hive, honing in on the horde of masked, hooded figures that thrust its way through the tent city.

His face was a mess of mangled meat, out of which stared a gigantic glowing blue eye. He walked with a heavy staff, as well as a claw-footed false leg. The entire hall fell silent to follow his progress up to the staff table.

Clio forced herself out on long walks with Nox. Per Dumbledore's advice, she kept an eye open for strange dogs whenever she roamed the school grounds or walked to Hogsmeade

He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, felt the familiar itch in his limbs. The change could come at any moment. He flexed his fingers, anticipating that they would soon stretch and mutate, bones and ligaments cracking and reforming into wolf's paws, his shoulders pulling back and up towards his spine as his arms remade themselves into forelegs.