"They could," he agreed, deciding that James had more aptitude than some of his other trainees. Some of them were that thick that Ignatius didn't know how they'd been accepted into training in the first place. It was proof enough that academics sometimes meant fuck all. "However she might have been too petrified to even think of fleeing. Fear does strange things to people. You've heard of fight or flight? Judging from the wand hand, she might have tried to fight."
Ignatius allowed himself a small smile when James looked at him incredulously. "Good. You're thinking," he said. "So tell me what the next stage is. How would you find a pack of werewolves when they only transform once a month and may or may not be registered with the Ministry?"