Meanwhile, Remus was sitting in a dork corner away from everyone else with a cup of tea in his hand and his face planted on the table. He felt terrible, like he always did after the full moon. It felt like someone had taken a stick and beat him with it, though it was more likely he had rammed the walls of the place he had holed himself up. His stomach still wasn't agreeing with him either, and his head was pounding. Why had he agreed to help Wolf look for his friends again?

Oh yeah, because Wolf was his friend. Things like this seemed to have awful timing for Remus. He lifted his head to see if Wolf had arrived. He could see him by the door, so he pushed himself up and waved to get his attention right before letting his head fall back to the table. His tea cup was still mostly full, and getting cold.