Sabbath was acutely aware that he was wasting his precious ‘wolf minutes’ waiting for the other boys to cavort about on Daxton’s bed. He had no intention in joining them, his business with Daxton’s bed had finished when he’d short-sheeted it earlier in retaliation for being whacked by him with a life jacket in the first year boats. He now considered the score even, and the boy seemed none the wiser on who indeed, was the short-sheeting culprit.

However, he realised he was now faced with a conundrum. Davie, being an eagle of course, could easily fly out of the seventh floor window. However, he in his wolf form, was now unable to exit the room. Well, not without the help of a human to open the door and the only human available right now was Mr silent and deadly himself, Daxton!

Merlin, it was times like this he wished he hadn’t deceived the sorting hat into placing him Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin. Clearly, being amongst them, he was getting sloppy, he’d left himself wide open to the mercy of a potential adversary. Sabbath padded across the room and pressed his muzzle along the crack at the bottom of the door, he whined and started scratching the door with his front paws. He wanted out, and now.