...Yeah, it was pretty good (sheepish). The music wasn't always up to Disney standard, but the art was gorgeous.</i>
"I never thought hiding was the point of them, really," Severus says, "although Luke should have bloody well given it a try." He raises a quizzical eyebrow, and explains, "The other professors. I could give the students detentions. Some of them were entirely insufferable, but Flitwick's quite intelligent once he's tired himself out bouncing around the classroom, and Sprout is restful, and one or two of the others were rather fun to wind up." The eyebrow turns affronted, and he informs Rus, "Generally unwise to get a teacher started on parents. The original 'mother's little helper' was a potion, you know."
"I know what I'm about," Severus informs him, miffed. "I know those four maniacs liked to spread a rumor I only got one NEWT, but I didn't think anyone on our side had paid attention." He nods. "Well, the most obvious options are to start you on a regimen that would encourage your body to succumb to the daylight cycle, with a normal potion of moderate strength to get you started. It might also help you to set a Braille Voice spell on some dull text at night, or on a book you enjoy and know well enough that following the plot won't keep you awake."
Fenrir wasn't friends with anybody, Severus thinks because his breath smelled like raw baby feet. "Tell me you want to be a wolf animagus and I'll nod," he tells him. "Tell me you're trying, and I'll think you're mad but perhaps find you a book. But werewolves pay in spades for their meagre advantages: in slavery to nature and in pain--both repeating and later in chronic pain--in shortened lifespans and reduced prospects and odd vulnerabilities and crippling bone and joint problems over time, when they survive to have them, even when the human mind accepts lupine tendencies easily and the adaptation to a pack mentality isn't an issue. In spades," he repeats emphatically.