F*ck.
Lily had been headed out, ready to make her escape into the forest when the unthinkable happened. A root. A stupid, useless root had tripped her and the sickening crunch of her bottle of wolfsbane being crushed had cushioned her fall. It took her awhile to get up, so unprecedented this event was. She brewed her own wolfsbane so as to not raise any suspicion within the castle, and now it was gone. She was unprotected. The people inside were unprotected.
She had some time. Her skin was crawling and her bones were aching, but she had to get moving. She ran across the grounds and up into the castle, headed straight for the room of requirement. She moved at a brisk pace, but it was calm and measured. She breathed in slowly and carefully. She would have wolfsbane in the Room of Requirement. It was where she did her brewing, and she know she had not used a whole cauldron full... Well, she was pretty sure she had not used a whole cauldron full. And if she had, she could use the room. Phrased correctly, she could create a cell for herself that the wolf could not escape and human Lily would be able to deal with in the morning.
See. There was always a solution. There was always a solution. There was always a-
Problem.
People were lining up to get into the Room of Requirement. She froze in her tracks, once again at a loss as to what to do next. But urgency spurred her forward and she numbly walked through the door, into what looked like the rager of the year.
Bodies moving together, students flirting, baggies and bottles passing hands. First years were nervously plunging into the social fray, excited at the prospect of being seasoned second years in just a few months. Seventh years seemed to be cutting loose with more vigor than usual, sensing their last opportunities to really be young and irresponsible were on them. Ducky Baker was saying her name. And the sun was going down.
This wasn't good. It wasn't just her reputation at risk. She could seriously hurt someone. She could kill a classmate.
Apollo Zabini was at her side, and if there was ever a time for him to treat her with some respect and tact, it was now. But that wasn't the way the world worked, now was it.
She must have looked foolish. Or sick. She was paler than usual and a cold sweat was working its way over her body. Her wrist was flicking ever so slightly, as her joints ached to get the transformation over with. Her throat was dry, and it felt like every sense was heightened, making the world... prickly.
She turned to look at him, trying to be angry, trying to be irked. He obviously knew less about her than he hoped, seeing as her "party" habits had almost lost her an education, as well as her life. But she didn't have the energy to fight with him. Nor the time.
Her heart skipped two beats. Soon, she would be going into cardiac arrest while every organ shut down, broke into bits, and morphed into the innards of a beast.
No. She definitely didn't have the time.
"You need to stop the party," she said. "You need to clear out, okay?"