Author's Note: See, it is short. I thought it was going to be longer but I don't really know where to go with this, so here it is. Finished, I suspect.
Remus Lupin waxes poetic:
I can feel it; power singing through me like a phoenix's song, strength and beauty vying for dominance in my blood. Part of me fears the power, dreads the wildness it carries, hates the crazed blood-lust that it brings. But part of me welcomes the strength, the fearlessness, the absence of responsibilities and the pure…freedom. That part of me lies dormant until the full moon wakes it. It is odd to think that that pale light, so seemingly weak, can exercise so much force on me. It can pull a wolf from me and that beast can overtake my human soul, if only for a night at a time. And when I am a wolf, I am free. The world opens to me: to my ears, my eyes, my nose. I can hear the nightsong, see through the darkness, smell the wind and the clouds. And that wind whirls away all the problems that plague me as a human stepping carefully through the day. At night, I find release. I find my soul. And it frightens me.