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Written for the Scavenger Hunt - Write a drabble of exactly 100 words.
Written for the Globetrotter Competition - St Johns
Monster
Remus hated night time. The stars twinkled above him as he walked across the grass towards the Shrieking Shack, taunting him like silver bullets waiting for the right time to shoot across the sky towards him. It was almost time for the moon to come out. It was the moon that made Remus hate night. For night brought the moon, and with it, unbearable pain, both mentally and physically.
He sat in the Shack, watching through the window for the moment he became a monster. Night made him a monster. The moon made him a monster. And he hated it.