Baxter recalled reading, at one point in time, that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. Unlike most others in his year, he got up very early. He showered, he dressed, he wrote in his journal, and then he went down to breakfast. It was his routine- and Baxter rather liked his routine. If he missed one part of his morning ritual, it seemed that his whole day was put off.

He was crunching some bacon as the owls swooped in, one dropping a daily prophet in his lap. Baxter picked it up and flipped it open- only to be greeted with his father's face on the front page. "What?" he asked quietly, pushing his plate and goblet out of the way to lay the paper down on the table so that he could read the article.

The headline glared at him- "Auror Investigated for Werewolf Deaths". Why were they investigating his father? "Shut it," he snapped at one of the people near him who tried to catch his attention. "I'm trying to read this!" Baxter focused his attentions on the article, growing more and more agitated by the moment. It couldn't be true! And even if it was true, there was nothing wrong with putting down a menace to society.

As he finished up the article, Baxter pushed the paper away from him and crossed his arms angrily. This moodiness lasted only a few moments as he lifted himself from his seat to look around the Great Hall- trying to see exactly how many people had gotten the paper and were paying attention to it. He hoped that he wouldn't have to spend the rest of the day fending off questions about his father. Baxter might have to get into a fight- and surely, he would lose.

Coming up to the Great Hall for breakfast had been the Healer's firm recommendation. Had it been left up to him, Sasha probably would have been happy to continue hiding in the Hospital Hut until he'd finished his NEWTs and graduated.  He'd heard little bits and pieces about what was being said but, for the most part, he just didn't want to know.  He would have been happy to continue in complete naivety.  But, the Healer was right - as she usually was.  He'd eventually have to return to classes which meant having to return to his classmates.  Starting to eat meals in the Great Hall would be a good first step. 

He kept his eyes to himself and settled himself at the Ravenclaw table.  Halfway through his grapefruit, Baxter's voice caught his attention and he glanced up at the younger Ravenclaw and the cluster of students.  They were all huddled around a Daily Prophet.  An all too familiar scene.  His stomach felt like it plummeted to somewhere between his feet; how could she be after him, again?  But, the feeling of dread was quickly replaced with relief when a glance towards the closest paper ensured Sasha he wasn't the focus of the article. 

He didn't bother reading the rest of the article; he'd stopped reading the Daily Prophet months ago.  Nothing good really ever came from it.  Sasha chanced another glance down the table at Baxter, considering his options.  He'd resolved to keep a low profile during his first trip back to the castle.  But, he also knew perfectly well the sting the Daily Prophet could leave. 

"It's best just to not read it.  It's probably too late for that, though."  Sasha watched his fellow Ravenclaw closely.  He didn't know what most of the students knew about that night in the forest though, he assumed, most by now had deduced that Sasha had been gone from the castle since.  Certainly, his dormmates were bound to know.  He didn't know what reactions to expect from his classmates.  But, like the Healer had pointed out, he wouldn't know until he started to interact.  "Everyone will get distracted by some other headline soon enough.  Most will have forgotten about it within a couple days." 

Baxter turned when he heard Sasha start speaking, he started out with a glare- expecting the boy to be equally obnoxious. He was a member of SAWS after all, wasn't he? Or was his memory wrong? But his features softened whenever Sasha's words seemed to be advice. If anyone knew what it was to be victimized by the prophet, it was Sasha Schlagenweit.

As far as Baxter was concerned, though, what happened in Sasha's life was Sasha's business. He had seen the articles, and Baxter had heard the gossip about Sasha and everything that was going on- but it was none of his business. As long as Sasha was not a threat to national security, Baxter could care less what people had to say. What had happened had not directly affected the Ravenclaw, so perhaps he was disjointed from it. But he hadn't known Ava, they had not been friends, and her death had been nothing but a passing tragedy tot he thirteen year old boy. As such, he was likely one of the few that Sasha had no reason to be nervous around.

"I hope so," Baxter said to him. "The last thing I need is for SAWS or some other activist group to take this and run with it." There weren't even any details printed! His father was an auror- he enforced the law, and if he was chasing werewolves they were probably criminal werewolves- which meant they probably deserved whatever it was that they got in the end. The fact that his father had killed a few werewolves in his time wasn't something to condemn him for. The fact of the matter was that his dad was an excellent auror. That was what ought to matter- not his kill record.

"I just don't understand the point in it. My dad's record is none of the public's business. He does his job, he does it well, and he protects people. So I don't know why they would dredge something like this up. I bet it's not even totally true. They never get their facts right- ever." He frowned darkly, and then picked up his paper and shoved it in his bag so that others would quit gawking at the headlines. "But I guess you'd know that," Baxter added.

Sasha froze, ready to make a quick retreat if the younger Ravenclaw's glare lingered or turned into words or actions.  He could understand if Baxter didn't want to talk about it; goodness knew if he could have gotten away with pretending none of those articles had existed, he would of.  Of course, that had never worked for him - he doubted it'd work any better for Baxter.  But, the younger boy's expression relaxed and Sasha settled more fully in his seat with a quiet, "I'm sorry."

He offered a sympathetic scowl as he gathered a couple pieces of wheat toast and an apple.  He was smearing a thin layer of marmalade on the dry toast when he heard Baxter voice his concerns about SAWS.  "Wouldn't surprise me," he muttered under his breath as he shook his head.  There were many who had the false impression Sasha was a member of SAWS - mostly due to the fact he'd been present at the first meeting.  But, not by choice.  The Healer had asked him to bring some supplies down the hospital hut - apparently hoping Sasha would stay.  He had, briefly.  Just long enough to hear what the meeting was about. 

However, talking about gossip that didn't involve him was welcome and Sasha took advantage of the distraction. 

"It probably isn't completely true.  Little of what they publish isn't embellished for the sake of selling copies.  Which is their point of it, really.  They want to sell copies and scandal sells.  They don't really care who they walk on to get there."  The bitterness was obvious in his voice.  Yes, he did know that.  "Being nice to werewolves is just the popular thing these days.  They make you seem like the crazy one if you decide you'd rather not have murderous werewolves living next door.  They're vicious and what do they expect your father to do?  Train them to heel when told to?" 

The younger Ravenclaw was... pleasantly surprised by Sasha's response about werewolves, and it registered on his face. Baxter was not always good at hiding his emotions- especially when they were emotions he was not accustomed to. He had just assumed that Sasha was a were-lover like everybody else. But it seemed that he genuinely understood Baxter's standpoint on werewolves (and therefore, his father's standpoint).

His surprise faded to a faint smile, and he nodded. "Exactly! My father wasn't working for the capture unit or registry- he's an auror, it's his job to hunt down criminals. Werewolves are dangerous enough as it is- but when they're also wanted criminals being pursued by the auror office they're in a league of their own." At least that was how Baxter saw it- because that was how his father had explained it to him.

"I'm sure that not all of them are awful- but when they're not human, they don't know themselves. It's basic fact." Baxter shrugged again, a bit indifferently. "But maybe you're right and it will blow over. I certainly hope that it does." There were few things that Baxter was really agitated by, and people saying bad things about his father was one of them. His idolized his dad- even though Baxter knew that he wasn't perfect. Thus far he had a spotless Hogwarts record, but someone saying something awful to him about his father could probably change that in an instant.

"Though, I thought you were a member of SAWS? They probably wouldn't like to hear you say things like that- it kind of goes against the cause, don't you think?"

Sasha looked over at Baxter's surprised expression before shrugging his shoulders.  It wasn't like he supported or opposed werewolf rights.  As long as they didn't bother him, he really wasn't that concerned.  But, he didn't think they needed to move in right next door.  Sure - if they took wolfsbane, they were safer.  But, it didn't make them safe.  And, if they didn't take it ...

Professor Greyfriar was porof of what happened then.   

"They're unpredictable."  Sasha said, vaguely, shaking his head.  But, having not read the article, there was only so specific he could be.  Offering Baxter an apologetic grimace, Sasha tugged the Daily Prophet back out of the bag and quickly read over the article.  "Nothing like this is ever so simple that it can be explained in six paragraphs," Sasha concluded once he'd finished the article and slipped it back in the younger Ravenclaw's bag.  He nodded towards the rest of those gathered in the Great Hall.  "It's stupid.  It's not like anyone here would know what they'd do if they had a murderous werewolf coming after them.  It's easy to pass judgment after reading a few safe words on a page." 

He finished his toast and turned his attention to his grapefruit.  "I've ... met a few aurors," in varying capacities.  "My sister lives with one and they say the Healer used to be one but I don't think I met your father."  It's possible he crossed the man's path when he was at the Ministry but he didn't remember meeting him.  "They're, you know, intimidating but they seem reasonable.  I mean, other than that one that sneaks onto campus.  She seems a little questionable." 

Sasha shook his head before snorting a sarcastic half-laugh.  "No.  I don't need more reasons for the Headmistress to hate me.  I stumbled on the first meeting but didn't stay.  It's just trouble, if you ask me."  And he seemed to find enough of that on his own.  "I mean, look at the people who are in it. 

Baxter thought it incredibly rude that Sasha took the paper out of his bad. He had put it away for a reason- and they weren't his things to be touched. When the older boy placed it back, Baxter bucked his bag shut and moved it out of Sasha's reach. "Don't take things from my bag," he said flatly. Baxter was agitated- but did not let it show. It was a simple command, one not intended to be offensive. Baxter just didn't like people touching his things- especially without asking.

"May be easy, but the whole of the wizarding world is going to read it, and he'll have to deal with it. My dad has enough problems and enough stress without worrying about that, too." In fact, Ackerly had ninety-nine problems, but a son ain't one. Or however that song went Baxter had heard in fleeting when visiting his step-father's younger brother. Step Uncle now, Baxter supposed, though how one addressed someone as step-uncle was beyond Baxter. It sounded weird. Maybe they wouldn't have to see him much. Baxter had not been very fond of him anyway- or of his new cousins. (Though Baxter wasn't fond of very many new acquaintances.)

He was not surprised that Sasha had met some aurors in his life time given his dramatic past- though the precise circumstances of meeting that Sasha chose to mention. Baxter was certain he'd met them under less pleasant conditions as well. "Likely not," Baxter told him. "My dad would have mentioned it if he'd been involved in any of your-" he paused, and then realized what he was about to say. Any of Sasha's legal issues. Ackerly would have warned him or told him Sasha was safe- depending on whatever his impressions would have been had the two crossed paths. "Well, he would have mentioned it," Baxter finished lamely.

Baxter nodded at Sasha's statement about who was involved with SAWS. A lot of the members were less than savory students- and a person did have their reputation to worry about. And it was trouble. It had done nothing but cause trouble since it had been established- and Baxter was many things, but an activist was not one of them.

"I often wonder how they even got approval for that on school grounds. I'm surprised the headmistress allowed it." He wondered how much of a choice she had in that at all. He hadn't disagreed with her decisions- he knew a lot of people who had not. But Baxter wasn't certain how much of a say-so the headmistress had in the founding or the further growth of SAWS. "And the parents, too. My father would never allow me to take part in something like that- werewolf related or not."

Sasha knew he was treading a little bit on private turf in retrieving the article but he'd hoped the need to be on the same page would have outweighed that.  Especially when the article in question lay just on the top of the open bag; Sasha certainly wouldn't have gone digging through the other's boys belongings.  It was clear, when Baxter pointedly closed the bag and pulled it away, that Sasha had assumed wrong.  He supposed he could understand; Sasha would have preferred fewer people had read the articles on him.  He blinked and shrugged self-consciously.  "I'm sorry," he offered, quietly, as he turned back to his plate, eager to finish his meal and return to the Hospital Hut. 

It was easy for the casual observer on the other side of the article to pass judgement and it was bound to happen.  He'd been almost a straight "O" student going into this year and was a favorite amongst most of the staff.  Now ... too many articles and too many past judgements.  But, something told Sasha Baxter's father would cope just fine.  He was an Auror - he probably handled much worse. 

The awkwardness that had taken root with Sasha's miscalculation with the bag seemed to grow a little with the other boy's hesitation.  But, he could guess as to the content of the rest of the boy's comment and nodded, slightly.  Their acquaintance wasn't the topic of concern. 

"I don't know." Sasha answered vaguely, shaking his head.  He didn't understand the Headmistress and he didn't want to try to understand her.  "I don't think they got approval; the first meeting was kind of secret, I think.  Or, at least, secret from the Headmistress.  I told them they were all going to get suspended."  The irony in that was just a little depressing.  "My father - well, step-father would have had my head if I'd gotten wrapped up in something like that."  Of course, there were multiple complications with that statement - like the underlying ramifications of getting involved in werewolf rights.  "But, Fauna can sneak around and get away with anything."  Fauna had talked Sasha into sneaking out that one night.  Fauna had sneaked out to visit Professor Greyfriar; Sasha had gotten permission.  At the end of it, Fauna had gotten a howler and detention; Sasha had gotten suspended. 

Baxter felt slightly guilty when Sasha turned away after offering an apology. He knew he was being petty and short tempered- Baxter had a tendency to do that sometimes. But in this specific incident, he thought he was allowed. It wasn't often that Baxter found himself having to seriously deal with the reality of what his father was and how his father behaved. "It's alright," Baxter told him. The Ravenclaw thought about apologizing for being snappy- but didn't think it was needed.

He was glad that he wasn't the only one who had a family that disagreed with werewolf rights. It seemed that Sasha was in the same boat as Baxter- except Baxter doubted that Sasha shared his anti-werewolf views. "People shouldn't be able to get away with things like that without any reprecussions." He didn't know Fauna well, but he had thought she wouldn't be the sort to sneak around. Baxter associated that kind of behavior with Gryffindors- not with Hufflepuffs. "She should be old enough to know better, anyway," Baxter added.

"What else is she sneaking around about?" he asked. "Sounds like she does it all the time. I guess it was stuff before I got to Hogwarts. You have to build a reputation like that. I'm sure SAWS didn't cause all of that." Nosy- yes, Baxter was. If he found out anything she was currently doing that she shouldn't be, Baxter would have no problems ratting her out and getting her into trouble. People needed to follow the rules. He genuinely believed that nobody was above the rules, and that everyone deserved justice- though Baxter's idea of justice was a little different than most.

"She seems to get away with most anything she does."  The bitterness was thick in his voice.  As of a year ago, Fauna Blake was one of those older students Sasha looked up to.  But since the beginning of this year it seemed Sasha could do no right and Fauna could do no wrong.  To be honest, the bitterness had been lingering and festering all year.  Everyone seemed to think she was a model student despite her continuous blatant flaunting of the rules - some even seemed to encourage it.  Madame Snark disliked her - much as she seemed to dislike most of the students - but a stray detention or two seemed to be the worst the Headmistress had ever dished her way. 

He shook his head and set the now hollowed out half of a grapefruit down on his plate.  "I can't believe she still likes them, too.  Werewolves.  I mean.  She was there, too.  It had been her idea to sneak out that night to eavesdrop on Devlin.  I know what damage a lawless werewolf can do - we all saw it.  We all got attacked by that rampaging beast.  Yet, she still claims they're innocent.  She still sneaked out after that to visit Greyfriar after the attack and he thought she was God's gift to Hogwarts."  She'd sneaked out without permission to visit Greyfriar; he'd gotten permission from his Head of House to do so.  Somehow, even though they'd both served detention for it, he'd been the one to also be suspended. 

Sasha glanced dubiously at Baxter.  Age didn't always dictate maturity as Blake was a prime example of.  In many ways, as was Jacoba.  "She sneaks out early in the morning, sometimes."  He shrugged and took a sip of his juice.  "Especially since that night, I've come across her strolling the grounds early in the morning.  Oh - and one of those times," Sasha added with the slight excitement that comes from piecing seemingly previous random clues together.  "She was meeting some people - a couple aurors in fact.  Actually, one of them was the Head of the Auror office.  And, the Healer was there.  It was very strange and they were all very ... you know ...cold." 

Baxter had forgotten about the whole debacle in relation to Greyfriar. Typically if things did not directly involve or affect him, they rolled off his back and he never gave them a second thought. As horrible as it sounded, Ava's death was one of those things, too. He wasn't mad at Sasha. He wasn't suspicious. If the aurors thought he was innocent, then he was innocent, and that was good enough for him. Baxter trusted the auror office above all other authorities in the wizard world.

"She must be a damned fool then," Baxter stated. Cursing was not something he did often- but if she had seen first hand what kind of damage could be done by a rogue werewolf, then she shouldn't let blind adoration of one of the few exceptions overpower her sensibilities. It was hardly the intelligent thing to do. Baxter couldn't imagine witnessing firsthand the destruction of a werewolf and still wanting to hold their hand. It was ludicrous.

But it was curious that, according to what Sasha was saying, it had changed her behavior. "That's odd. Are you sure she wasn't doing those things before? She might have some kind of lasting problem from the attack. Was she physically hurt from it?" Baxter asked. "Sometimes when you get attacked, even if you don't turn into a wolf, it affects you. That might explain it."

Baxter shrugged again, and took another bite of his bacon. "I wouldn't be too hard on her though. Some people just have no respect or regard for the rules. Not everyone can grasp the importance of guidelines."

"Well," Sasha said quietly, with an awkward half-shrug, half-grimace.  He wasn't fond of Fauna - or, at least, anymore.  He used to look up to the Hufflepuff quite a bit before this year.  It had just become increasingly difficult to separate the mischief he always seemed to find himself in  around Fauna and the consequences that came from them from the person proper.  But, for better or worse, politeness (even curt politeness) won out over the sense of animosity and speaking so harshly of her was discomforting.  "It seems short-sighted, yes," was all he offered in return.  He could constructively insult her perspective much more easily than he could constructively insult her. 

Sasha looked at Baxter for a few moments, trying to work out the answer to the question in his head.  He was far from a Fauna expert (thank goodness) so he couldn't say, definitively, whether it was a change in behavior. But, "I'd never seen her out early before.  I jog almost every morning before breakfast and I go down to help the nurse with her horse but I don't remember seeing her before then." 

Color rose in Sasha's cheeks as he shook his head as he took the opportunity to hide the bashful reaction by refilling his juice glass.  "I ... I don't really know," he admitted.  "She helped Knox and this old guy fight the werewolf; I didn't see if she got hurt."  Because he hadn't fought it.  Because he'd run back to Hogsmeade with Beatrix.  Had that really been as cowardly as it sounded in his head?  At the time, it had seemed smart - not cowardly.  The thought of becoming like that ... becoming tainted ... a werewolf was terrifying beyond believe.  He'd take being called a coward over being called a werewolf any day.

But, that didn't mean he'd readily admit to running away.

Sasha glanced at Baxter but didn't voice the thoughts that rose in his head.  He hardly thought he was being too hard on her.  He had plenty of reason to be angry at her and, perhaps, even a little jealous.  But, despite that, he was staying rather civil.  That hardly constituted being 'too hard on her.' 

"That's a good habit to have," Baxter commented to the jogging. "My dad always says physical fitness is important, but I guess since he's an auror he would know," he shrugged. Baxter didn't have many hopes of being as big and fit as his dad. He was tall for his age, and lanky. His dad said he would fill out, and his mom often assured him of the same thing, but the Ravenclaw had a sneaking suspicion he would grow up to be all knees and elbows. Partially because he didn't exactly have the discipline needed to bulk up- all of his discipline was focused on schoolwork. "But people change their habits sometimes," Baxter offered. "It's her last year, maybe she's getting some extra studying done for her NEWTs in the morning. That's not beyond the realm of possibility." It sounded like something that Baxter would do at the very least.

But that idea was quickly tossed aside whenever Sasha said that he didn't see if she got hurt or not. "Didn't see?" Baxter questioned. "Does the ministry know that?" he asked. "You know legally if she's a part of a werewolf attack she has to be quarantined until they figure out whether or not she's suffering any ill effects. If nobody was there to see, there's no telling what could have happened!" Immediately the wheels of Baxter's werewolf-paranoid mind began to turn.

"Sasha- you really should have talked to the ministry about that. If Fauna was scratched- or Merlin forbid bitten, they need to know. She could need serious magical treatment for that!" Really- Schlagenweit was supposed to be smart, how was it that he didn't think it was an important detail that nobody knew whether or not Fauna had been attacked by a werewolf? Wel, she was attacked- that was known- but basically the reprecussions of such an attack. It was serious business!

"I'll have to tell my dad about it, to make sure that it was looked into. Has she had any other behavior changes that you've noticed?" Baxter asked."It's important to know. Maybe we should observe her to make sure she's not suffering any werewolf-like symptoms. What about the full moons- does she disappear once a month without warning? Is she eating a lot of rare meat? What about silver- is she alergic to silver?"

Sasha nodded in agreement.  Except for those few occasions when his workload made it impossible, Sasha jogged or swam almost every morning.  He had to, really.  He was already six feet and was still growing - if he bulked up, his weight could get problematic.  "I try to keep to around 10 stone and I try to keep lean muscle."  Which meant endurance and low resistance exercise. 

"Perhaps," Sasha said slowly, clearly uncertain about his own agreement.  "I mean, yes - people's habits do change.  But - studying for NEWTs at six in the morning?  Out on the grounds?  With three aurors?"  In others, no 'perhaps' at all.  "I don't think so - not Blake.  She doesn't even know what she wants to do after Hogwarts - she said so herself."  She didn't even have goals - why would she get up so early to work towards achieving them when they were non-existent?  And, it still didn't explain the three Aurors. 

Hesitantly, Sasha's shoulders shifted up and he slowly shook his head.  "I don't know," he admitted, truthfully.  "No one, you know, asked.  I mean, they knew about Professor Greyfriar and he was there.  I guess I, you know, assumed he told them whatever they needed to know."  He hadn't really thought about whether or not the Ministry would need to talk to him - after all, Sasha had seen little, if any, of the attack.  It wasn't like Blake had been left alone - there'd been two adults.  At the time, Sasha's main priority had been trying to avoid admitting he'd run away.  But, whatever sense it might be making in hindsight, Sasha doubted it meant much now. 

But, Sasha wasn't sure how it was so obvious to Baxter what he should have done.  Of course, it was much easier to figure that out sitting here in the calm of the Great Hall.  "I didn't think it mattered," he admitted in his own defense.  "They don't tell us what to do if we witness a werewolf attack - how was I supposed to know I was supposed to tell anyone.  Especially since I didn't have anything to tell - there were two people who knew more than I did.  I was sure they explained it all.  All I really could have said was I'd been a bloody coward.  I doubt they'd want to hear it from me now, anyway.  Most in the Ministry don't really want to hear much more from me.  Unless-"  Sasha glanced at Baxter and shrugged his shoulders.  "Would your dad want to know what I saw?  I mean, would it help him at all?" 

Sasha stared at Baxter for several long breaths as the implications of Baxter's questions sank in.  Had Fauna been eating rare meat (eww).  Was she allergic to silver?  Was she a ... had she been bitten?  Sasha suddenly sat up straight and scanned the Great Hall for the Hufflepuff as if seeing her would, somehow, provide an answer.  "You don't think ... no."  He said, shaking his head.  No.  It couldn't be.  The thought was ... it was impossible! 

Or, was it. 

"Mein Gott," Sasha breathed as he looked back towards Baxter, his eyes wide.  "She is pretty friendly with the Healer, you know.  Maybe the Aurors do know something and that's why they come see her.  With the Healer.  And, you know - I found it strange that Professor Greyfriar seemed so ... disappointed in me but proud of Fauna when I visited him after the attack.  And, she came by to visit Akiva over the holidays and seemed so nervous about questions about the future.  Maybe, she already knows she can't get a job if she's a ... a ... Maybe ... What is she eating?"  He leaned up, again, peering once again across the Great Hall towards the Hufflepuff table.  "Olivia was a Hufflepuff, too."

Three aurors, the healer, visiting someone and seeming nervous about the future... Really, Baxter was surprised that Sasha hadn't been able to put those pieces together yet. "You know if she was one, then she couldn't let Snark find out. She'd get expelled. Could explain a lot of secretive activity. The Care of Magical Creatures professor has seemed to warm up to her some, too," Baxter commented. "It kind of makes sense if you look at all of the pieces, doesn't it?"

Fauna Blake a werewolf. Why on earth did Hufflepuffs seem so susceptible to the attacks of werewolves? He wondered if there was a correlation between it, and perhaps would ask his father. "You know that my father doesn't stand for unlawful werewolves. Regardless of that ridiculous auror he does it for the greater good- and I know that. Anyone with a brain knows that. Werewolves are dangerous, whether they are properly medicated or not. And if Fauna is a werewolf and hasn't registered she's dangerous to the rest of us."

"Maybe they didn't tell the whole story. And it makes sense that Greyfriar would feel a more special bond with her if she was bitten... It's a curious incident indeed." More than curious really. "I think it's something we really should think on, Sasha. I think that someone ought to look into it. I'll owl my father right away, and he'll make sure that somebody takes care of it. At least someone ought to ask her about it."

"You know even if you aren't bitten and just attacked- scratched or stuff- it can be potent enough to cause some changes. My dad's seen it before. She might need potions to help maintain that if it's the case. And it's something that if she is a werewolf she shouldn't be trying to take care of on her own. It's not easy, I'd imagine, they have support groups for it. And I think the other students have a right to know if they're at risk." And Baxter would inform them. He wasn't one to spread rumors or gossip, but he was the sort to at least ask questions to figure it out. Maybe he'd have to talk to Fauna about it herself.