6th year girls' dorm
The moon was almost at its fullest as Karina Pepper sat in her dorm, listening to the girls' steady breathing and snores, watching the sky. Her wide brown eyes examined the silver orb with repulsion etched in her very countenance. Only a few more days. A few more days of sickly peace before she'd be forced through one of the most painful transformations of a million centuries. For eleven years, Karina had been forced to endure these transformations each full moon, and yet, turning into a werewolf was never any less painful. To Karina, nothing would be more painful than the werewolf transformations.
Someone – probably her best friend, Kylee Rowwen- snored loudly in her sleep before turning over noisily, her snores continuous though they were stifled from the pillow now. Rubbing her tires eyes, Karina glanced at the alarm clock sitting on her bed side table. Three in the morning flashed back. As silent as possible, she slipped to the far side of the room where her bed rested in the darkest corner, blocked thoroughly from the window and the moon. Without bothering to close the curtains to her bed, she slipped under her covers, staring up at the ceiling. She dreaded the next morning. Someone would more than likely point out how sick she looked and ask what was wrong, and she'd be forced to lie. She hated lying…
Again, Kylee snorted and Karina sighed. She really needed to sleep. School started far too early…
7th year boys' dorm
Pain ripped through Remus Lupin's chest as he awoke in a cold sweat. Sitting up rigidly straight, he listened to the room around him. In one corner, Peter snored restlessly, his dreams obviously vivid from how much thrashing he was doing. James' bed was at the other end of the room, snoring slightly. He snorted suddenly, flipping over a couple times and then murmuring happily, "I know you've always loved me, Lily flower," before he continued on with his snoring. Sirius was asleep in the opposite corner of James, breathing evenly and deeply. A graceful sleeper. Fangirls would be proud.
Finally, Remus was able to breath again. They were all there, alive and well. His dream that had woken him just moments before had been a reoccurring nightmare since his fifth year when James, Sirius, and Peter had all become Animagi so they could be with him when Remus underwent his painful werewolf transformations during the full moon. That dream always haunted him as the full moon approached and his body weakened, a constant reminder of what could go wrong during their "midnight strolls" as the dream always ended with James and Peter dead while Sirius was bitten, doomed to be a werewolf the rest of his life, all because of Remus.
Silently, Remus twitched open one side of his curtains, giving him a full view of the window and the almost full moon. Only a few more days. A few more days of his friends' excited planning and then he'd be forced once again to go through the intense pain of the werewolf transformations. He doubted even the Crusciatus Curse could compare.
Again, James snorted, flipping over and muttering something about, "But Lily, I'm not as gorgeous as you." Snorting, Remus shook his head and lay back down, not even bothering to close his curtains. He'd be up for hours anyway. What was the point of closing them?