I woke up in the same place as I did after every full moon; In the Hospital Wing. As expected, James, Sirius and Peter were crowded around the hospital bed, talking quietly. I yawned, still feeling terrible after last night. I could feel a sharp pain across my arm and remembered I'd bitten myself there.

"Moony!" James said excitedly. Sirius punched him in the arm, glaring at him. "Sorry." He whispered apologetically. When I had sat up and drunk a glass of water from the bedside table, he continued. "How are you?" I grimaced.

"As well as anyone who's turned into a wolf and back again in 24 hours can be, How're you?"

James waved the question away impatiently. Through the haze of pain and tiredness that clogged my brain, I noticed James and Sirius both looked as if they were waiting for something. I glared up at them, trying to work out what they wanted to know. Finally, I got it.

"Jill Thompson. The other lycanthrope is Jill Thompson." For the whole of the previous week my friends had been wondering who the other lycanthrope might be, though their guesses were far from the truth. "From the year below us." I said, as the name alone didn't seem to ring a bell. I sighed impatiently. "The Gryffindor who isn't scared of anything, remember?" As slow as snails, understanding dawned on their faces. Sirius frowned.

"That boring girl who hangs out with Lisa Harris?" He snorted quietly. "She medium height, brown hair, brown eyes, medium at every subject she attempts? She's a werewolf?"

James raised his eyebrows.

"Damn, Sirius. I never knew you payed such attention to her."

Sirius ignored him, still talking.

"The only thing interesting about her is that she's impossible to prank. That's it. She's just.. just boring."

My friend's voices dimmed, and within a few seconds I was no longer awake.

I sat in the Great Hall, moodily picking at a piece of bacon. I was tired and exhausted and not feeling that great at all, despite the full moon already having passed three days ago. Anna sat next to me, the exact opposite, cheerfully doling out copious amounts of jam onto her toast. She was saying something to me, but my brain only picked up snatches of it. How was I this tired? My eyes flittered over to my left. Lupin sat some way down, with his stupid friends gathered around him. Potter, Black and Pettigrew.

Lupin wasn't tired, I noticed. Was it because he'd been a Lycanthrope longer than me? It unnerved me, this lethargic state I was in.

"Jill?" Anna asked me. My tiredness lifted a bit as I tried to concentrate on what she was saying. "You're not listening to me, are you?" I frowned as Anna's annoyed face swam into view.

"Hmmm?"

"You've been like this all week. Why don't you want to listen to me?"

I sighed, berating myself for letting my exhaustion overpower me.

"I do want to listen to you, Anna. I'm just tired." I explained.

Anna looked slightly guilty, but smiled at me and carried on talking.

"I suppose you would be, if you've been having romantic walks with that boyfriend of yours."

"What?!" I yelped, dropping my jug of pumpkin juice onto the table. The orange seeped into the table cloth, drawing odd looks from the other Gryffindor's. I didn't care right now. What boyfriend?! Anna stared at me in a disgruntled sort of way.

"I've been talking about it for the last five minutes, Jill. You haven't been listening at all, have you?"

"No."

"I saw you three nights ago. I didn't see who the boy was, but I could you were walking with him."

Oh. She saw me walking with Remus to the Whomping Willow. That's who she means. I felt a kind of hollow, shameful feeling manifest in my stomach.

"Well, four nights ago I was in the library, so you've evidently got the wrong person." I lied, now attempting to mop up the spilt juice with a napkin. My exhaustion was starting to return, and I could hear Anna's voice going all fuzzy and faint. I could tell she didn't believe me. My bacon and the Pumpkin Juice were blurring together slightly.

It worried me how Lupin seemed fine, his post-full moon exhaustion non-existent. Why was a different? Was I weak?

"Jill!" Anna raised her eyebrows at me.

"I'm sorry- I'm so tired-"

Anna sighed, clearly disappointed in me. So was I.

"I'm going to get my stuff and go to class." She said, standing up and disbanding her toast. "Join me when you care to listen."

I knew she'd forgive me, eventually. She was Anna, and she never held a grudge for long.