Argus bursted into Albus Dumbledore's office, his hand clamped firmly around Remus' wrist.
"i saw him walking around the halls, headmaster! he's really out of it! he didn't even seem to recognize me!" gasped Filch, wheezing slightly, letting go of Remus' wrist.
Dumbledore, of whom was wearing beautiful blue and silver robes walked over in front of Remus, his robes shimmering and billowing, Dumbledore lifted a finger, tilting the boy's face up a little so he can see it.
Remus looked at Dumbledore, his slitted eyes dilating and contracting. Remus was as white as a ghost, he didn't seem to need to blink as much as normal humans at the moment, the same with breathing... but he wasn't a normal human, was he...?
"... Remus...?" Dumbledore said softly, Remus' eyebrows knitting together slightly.
"... say something, my boy..." Dumbledore breathed, his voice soft, but clear.
Remus slowly closed his eyes and shook his head, opening his eyes and looking back at Dumbledore.
"... why not...? please say something. i may be able to help you." smiled Dumbledore.
"no one can help me." the growl-like voice that rolled from Remus' throat was deep and almost painful to listen to, the voice sounded angry and sad at the same time. Dumbledore caught a glimpse of pearly white fangs as Remus spoke.
"... Argus, get madam pomfry and please take Mr Lupin to the hospital wing. he needs a nice big dose of potion to cool the wolf inside of him." said Dumbledore, letting Remus' head lower and bow itself again, dumbledore's slender fingers stroking the soft, sandy-blonde hair residing on Remus' head.
"of course, Headmaster." answered Filch, but he stayed for a moment. "headmaster, what is making him act like this?" he asked, taking remus' wrist again, the boy not reacting.
"... it'll be a full moon tomorrow night. the wolf is getting restless."
((TBC))
