She was dreaming; a semi-peaceful sleep which was hard to come by on these nights. Mostly she spent her time awake and worrying over her husband. She did so even more now that Umbridge's restrictions were in place. This fitful and light sleep was an accomplishment of sorts. Even if the dreams grew consistently darker, at least she was sleeping. Sweat was soaking into her pillow, but it was sleep so she refused to complain or wake for anything besides Remus' return.
But the scratching downstairs was incessant.
Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Dora sat up and placed her feet on the ground. Almost immediately she wondered if one of Draco's party-goers had drunkenly apparated to the wrong address and was horribly confused at their inability to find a key. Then she heard the whining that accompanied it and her thoughts turned to assumption that the Care of Magical Creatures professor at the school had been less than careful when it had come to locking the pens that evening. For some reason, that it might have been a werewolf didn't occur to her. Perhaps some tiny faith in Umbridge's sanctions kept her thinking that the werewolves would all be off with Remus, in her sectioned area.
She tiredly stuck her wand in the elastic waistband of her underwear as she threw on a shirt before starting the trek down the hall and down the stairs.
"Damnit," she mumbled. Her clumsiness seemed to wash over her at once as she stumbled down the last two steps and just barely caught herself against the wall. Her wand slipped from its spot and landed on the ground. She didn't bother to pick it up immediately, instead continuing towards the kitchen. Whatever it was, she'd send it along as quickly as possible. If it took a bowl of water or a bit of meat from the pantry she'd do it. She just wanted to try and get a full night's sleep.
Dora pulled open the back door, only the screen door separating her from whatever it was outside. She woke up rather quickly. "Shit!"