Full Moons and Bad Moods

Regulus refused to go to the Hospital Wing, no matter how bad the pain got.

Unfortunately, McGonagall had other ideas.

“Black, Lupin,” she said one day, eyeing them critically. “You are both walking corpses. Go to the Hospital Wing.”

Regulus opened his mouth to argue.

McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

Regulus shut his mouth.

Remus patted his knee. “We tried.”

Regulus groaned.