An itching beneath the skin-so persistent, all consuming... Remus grips the edge of his desk and attempts to focus on anything except the tingling of his flesh and those damn beastly urges. Inhaling deeply, in an attempt to calm his restlessness, Remus nearly chokes on the overpowering scents of adolescence. He pushes back his chair, cringes at the wailing echoes of wood against floor, and launches from his classroom and into the hallway. A growl escapes his throat. Frantic, he pushes past the wave of students, ignoring their gasps of shock. Remus shoves his weight into the castle's front door and throws himself outside. He inhales, as deeply as before. A shaky smile appears upon his face.
The full moon is approaching, and Remus Lupin will be ready.