[He glances up and sees Remus looking at him and feels something twinge in his guts. He actually looks away. He isn't able to think through the process of realizing why, either. His eyebrows knit together.]
Maybe not... there is usually a warning, I guess...
[The Mistress does that much, at least. He shakes his head at the question, unable to find better words for a long moment.]
Fuzzier than usual. Floaty? Really... distracted...
[He looks up at Remus properly, and sort of squints, and stares.]
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Maybe not... there is usually a warning, I guess...
[The Mistress does that much, at least. He shakes his head at the question, unable to find better words for a long moment.]
Fuzzier than usual. Floaty? Really... distracted...
[He looks up at Remus properly, and sort of squints, and stares.]