[But the murderous thoughts, unfortunately, are never done. Isaac successfully greeted and protected, Moony turns, padding around the room, snuffling at the floor. Werewolves can't look disgusted, but if he could, he most certainly would. This place again, and he loathes this place, the unnatural metallic smells and the coolness of the floor and the lack of any natural scent.
He rounds the room, ending up a solid two feet from the door-- right where the boundaries of Remus' spell lay. Just like last time-- and just like last time, Moony lifts his lips in a snarl, low and threatening.]
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He rounds the room, ending up a solid two feet from the door-- right where the boundaries of Remus' spell lay. Just like last time-- and just like last time, Moony lifts his lips in a snarl, low and threatening.]