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The Shrieking Shack shuddered under the full moon's gaze. Cold silver light seeped through the grimy window, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. The air hung heavy with the smells of mildew, damp soil, and a sharp, coppery tang. In the farthest corner, a large shape shifted—a slow uncoiling followed by the ragged rhythm of pained breathing. Remus, or what the moon had made of him, was curled tight, his elongated limbs wrapped around himself like a shield. His skin held a faint, otherworldly glow, streaked with dark, dried blood. His nostrils flared, catching your scent on the stale air, but he didn't move—only a soft, wounded sound escaped his throat. The night had been relatively calm, but it had stripped him bare. you waited in the opposite corner, a silent vigi…