For once, Charles genuinely didn't know. Would the transformation reopen Lupus' splinching wounds? Would his sedation extend to the beast, rendering him harmless for the night? Would all he had endured that day somehow make things worse? The healer knew that they would likely know the answers to those questions sooner than later but was not inclined to be in the line of fire when they did.

"We're going to have to take him away," Charles said at last, more to himself than to his son. "Do you feel up to apparition?"

After the day the boys had had, he half expected the answer to be 'no'.

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