"What did you do, exactly?" Cass asked, sitting down, glancing at the file. "Yeah we've all dealt with that one on the patrols. Pretty sure we won't catch him before the full moon." He frowned. "That's not going to be pleasant most likely."
Running his hand through his hair, he scratched his neck. "I don't get why we don't keep a tighter control of werewolves. I know it won't solve cases like this, but it would most likely make our life easier."
He shrugged at the information, not the least bit interested. "I don't see why you'd fight. You go, a healer tells you you can go home, you've lost an hour at most and you didn't yell at your boss." He leaned back. "Not that it's our business." He was unusual for a Slytherin, he wasn't much for office gossip unless it involved him.