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Last night was not one of the good ones, for Harry. Oh, he took the precaution of getting out to the woods well before sundown, and yeah, he stayed away from anything that walked on two feet or otherwise resembled a patron- but it was still the first of three nights surrounding an early September full moon. That's never a good combination for the man. It's amazing how many flashbacks a brain unfettered by a human shape's constraints can unleash.
If it were possible for him to sleep safely, he'd spend the daylight hours today doing that, but there are some places you really shouldn't go. Right now sleep is one of them, so Harry Wells is settled in at one of the tables instead with a mug of tea that's been brewed so strong and so long it could probably clamber out of the cup and beat certain preparations of coffee in a fistfight. All things considered, he could probably use a distraction- in fact, he'd probably welcome one.
If it were possible for him to sleep safely, he'd spend the daylight hours today doing that, but there are some places you really shouldn't go. Right now sleep is one of them, so Harry Wells is settled in at one of the tables instead with a mug of tea that's been brewed so strong and so long it could probably clamber out of the cup and beat certain preparations of coffee in a fistfight. All things considered, he could probably use a distraction- in fact, he'd probably welcome one.