Bill shrugged. "Well, if it aches more around the full moon you'll know. But the other times it's just like normal wounds. The itching should fade with time." It had been just a few months after all.
He nodded slowly, turning the butterbeer bottle around in his hands idly. "Yeah, I know," he said quietly. Some of the anger probably came from being injured and from the war, but her words did strike a chord in him. "It's like everything just builds up and you want to strike out, sometimes. Even when your anger makes no sense."