To Love a Werewolf

Everything had been piling on top of her and she knew that sooner or later it would all get too much and she'd snap. The nightmares. Her OWLs. The full moon. Umbridge. The façade she had to wear everyday. The concealment charms that took so much energy to keep up. One day, she was going to snap. And she wished the best of luck to anyone around her when it happened.