Susan Bone's shook off her sleep with a hackle raising roar of inhumanity and raw animal power. The change came over her and it overcame her. No longer was she bound by a fragile integument of human skin. All over her body bristly black hair, coarse and sharp, sprouted. Her mouth became a ferocious snout filled with dagger teeth. She luxuriated in her new animal might and basked in the glow of the transformative moon. She padded down the hallways causing the very earth to rumble slightly with each step.
She was hungry.
Hungry for Slytherins.
She stalked her massive way to their commons and erupted out among them in a blaze of hellish claws and teeth. But the Slytherins had been preparing for just this very thing. They knew all about dark magics and ill omened creatures and each carried a high powered hand gun loaded with bullets of puer silver.
They formed a defensive ring around Draco Malfoy and his darkbride Pansy Parkinsons, weapons drawn. The beast was confonded. Here she was just that night become a savage night wolf and already people were out for her blood. She began to cry. As she did so Malfoy locked eyes with Goyle, "you remember the plan," he said, ominously.
Goyle swallowed hard and nodded. He approach the werewolf who was still distracted by her own sorrow. The other Slytherins waited with held breath as he crept up to the beast and carefully nicked himself with one of her jagged forepaw claws. The defensive ring of Slytherins began to raise their guns at mortal positions while the lightly bleeding Goyle snuck away from the sobbing monster.
The Slytherins prepared to shot her with their guns but Draco suddenly had a much more dastardly idea.
"Wait," Draco said, in a hushed whisper of the upmost import and weight. "I have new plans for her, get my rubber suits, shave her and lube her up really slick, then slip her into one of the suits, the pink one... perhaps." He giggled at his nefarious prank.
Pansy clapped her hands in laughter, "oh how grand, a latex lycanthrope what a funny jest!"
After they had thoroughly enjoyed their little laugh the Slytherins began their preparations. Goyle's blood was being harvested and redistributed to all the Slytherins who were all hooked up with tubes to the same machine that drained all of Goyle's blood. He became pale and soon died. Malfoy shed one silent tear for him but had much joy in his heart for the future.
There was no way the Slytherin quidditch team could be beat now.