Full Moon, Ahoy! (backdated like whoa)
If there was one thing Remus learned during his years as a werewolf, it was that when going into the full moon one had to have a clear, level mind about it. One couldn't really afford to have so much anxiety bottled up, at the risk of having that stress transfer over to the wolf, who was already aggravated enough.

And, usually, Remus had been very good about it.

He wished he could say the same for this full moon, though, but that would have only been the biggest lie ever told in the history of lies. He was a wreck, plain and simple. It wasn't enough that the moon was already changing him, from the inside out, making anxious, restless, even a little angrier than usual. But now he had other things on his mind-- his mates, and their overeagerness with their Animagus transformations; Hermione and Draco and what they had to say; the temptation of that Wolfsbane potion, only to deny it in the end..

Too much, it was just too much.

Sighing to himself as he stepped into the main room of the Shack, Remus pointedly ignored the scratches on the walls, the blood stains along the floor. He sat right in the middle, cross-legged with his hands on his knees and waited.

He really hoped his friends decided not to go through with it after all.