I swear I don't talk to myself!

His wand still raised, Baran watched as Jaime succumbed to the full moon and began to change. He’d seen this routine before; bones cracked and reshaped themselves into a new skeleton, jaws stretched out into a muzzle, and all humanity faded from their bright glowing eyes. Jaime was no different, and in moments he had changed dark-furred werewolf and let out a loud howl. Baran almost sighed at the fact that he couldn’t kill Reyes right now. His breed was indeed a plague in their world.

“Fascinating,” he stared simply. The werewolf Reyes didn’t move, still under the command of his Imperius Curse, but Baran could hear the creature growling from here, probably itching to sink his fangs into Baran’s throat. 

Years ago, when Jaime was first bitten, he joined the REACH pack for safety. New werewolves were usually hunted down right away, but the pack kept him as their little secret, as the Alpha who called him self The Negotiator was rather fond of him. Jaime had been used to kill even more humans, he was apparently a natural at it, and that's why he ran away when Hogwarts accepted him all the way from El Paso Texas. He had killed too much, and the REACH were brainwashing him with their praise and protection. It was too dangerous, and he knew it.

Wasn't Hogwarts supposed to be safe and stop him from killing people? Wasn't this supposed to change? Somewhere deep inside the beast, Jaime was worrying. However, the giant wolf in control was ready to pounce and sink it's teeth into any student it could find.

The mutt had shown up faster than he’d expected, but in the same miserable condition Baran had seen in his kind before. The boy was tense, his eyes wild and his breath starting to come out in harsh pants. Baran had a few minutes at the most, but there was always time for fun if you paced yourself correctly. 

“Blood?” Baran repeated with a feigned look of concern, “Oh now, that would look terrible on your record, love. Jaime Reyes, the little werewolf of Hogwarts, massacres his friends and classmates. I’d says that’s a pity, but really, it’s what’s expected of your breed, and I’m sure tonight won’t be the first night you’ve had human flesh between those teeth. But I have a job that need’s to be done, so instead of you leaving, you’re going to stay and we’re going to have a bit of fun.”

The voice soon shut up, when Baran declared he knew Jaime was a werewolf. It was pretty obvious now, even a fool would be able to figure it out. Jaime was glared ferociously at the Slytherin, wishing he wasn't there. He was past the stable point of mind where he could cast spells correctly, he was too dizzy now. "I-I promised the Headmaster that... I wouldn't kill anyone here..!" Jaime choked out, desperate to appeal to any sympathy or kindness Baran could possibly have deep in his messed up heart. "I-I don't want to hurt humans anymore... Please...:" His voice faded out as he looked up and out the window, looking for the moon that was going to swallow him in it's unavoidable light.

He was frozen, stuck with an Imperious curse, staring at the moon. It was time. Jaime's panting and heart rate increased dangerously, sweat pouring down his forehead. His muscles and back arching and snapping, growing and shifting. Hair seemed to appear out of nowhere while large, sharp teeth glared deadly white in his mouth. His voice was no longer his own, but a wicked howl and small dog-ish whines. Now, in Jaime's place on the floor, was a big gray-blue beast, strange patterns going down it's large furry spine. It stopped whining slowly and burst out with a blood thirsty howl.

Jaime Reyes, the little fifth-year Ravenclaw. Beyond being on the Quidditch team he’d never accomplished anything all that extraordinary, and the general crowds overlooked him. But if they were more observant and patient like Baran, they would’ve caught on to the fact that Jaime was a werewolf and tonight was a full moon. Such simple minds his classmates had..

Suddenly, a different scent hit his nose. A person. 'No, por favor, no!' He thought, someone was in front of his tiny door to freedom. Jaime skidded to a panicking halt, his eyes falling upon the Slytherin. Of course it would be Baran. It just had to be him. Although Jaime had never personally talked to the guy, the rumors were enough to keep him away. Talking to Baran wasn't anything that anyone wanted to repeat.