Blood. Rosa wasn't sure how she recognised the scent so instinctively but it was unmistakeably the first thing she smelt as she woke. Something felt very off. Her head was pounding as she slowly opened her eyes. The place was a mess from what she could see - she seemed to be in the kitchen, on the floor. The counters were missing, and in their place was a little of wood chunks and splinters. And there was the dark red splattered across them that Rosa knew was what was making her nostrils burn. Somehow, she didn't make the connection that the blood belonged to
her until she tried to sit up. Suddenly, her whole right side was on fire.
The girl yelped in pain and abandoned her plans to get up temporarily. She tried to stretch back to the night before, but nothing came to her. Only that the moon had come far earlier than she'd expected. She'd meant to be in the forest at moonrise - after the destruction of the apartment last time, she had decided that was safer for her. She'd managed to convince her parents to go out to dinner again this full moon, and knew that they'd stay until the very early hours. The only problem was that Rosa had no idea what time it was - and as they were usually home in the wee hours, they could be getting home any moment.
It was the thought of her parents coming home to find her lying on the kitchen floor in a pool of dried blood and a heap of destruction that spurred Rosa into action. With much difficulty Rosa held back her tears and fought through the pain. She managed to stand and head for where she had hid her wand the previous night. When she reached the spot, however - behind the mirror in her bedroom - it was gone. Rosa stood up, a little too fast which brought a gasp of pain to her lips. Her eyes found the mirror and Rosa finally figured out why she had felt something was off. Her clothes were by no means in tact, but they were indeed on her body. The last few times, the wolf coming had torn her clothes to shreds that fell to the floor like snow. These ones had managed to stay together enough to still be on her body—
The memories hit her like a gust of wind, knocking the breath from her lungs and her body to the floor. She had gotten wolfsbane - thanks to the help of some of her English friends. But it hadn't worked. It had done the opposite of what it was supposed to do. Maybe she had gotten a dodgy batch or something, but instead of having the body of the wolf but her own mind, she had stayed human and the wolf had taken over that body instead. The wolf took a long time to adjust and figure out what the human body could do and how to control it. Rosa could feel the bruises across her body from where the wolf had been unsteady on its human legs and had stumbled into something like the couch. After the adjustment, it hadn't taken long to find the clumsily hidden wand, and as the wolf stalked out into the kitchen, an accidental wave with the mild intent of destruction had blasted apart the cabinets. Splinters had flown into Rosa's body. The loss of blood must have lead to Rosa's human body passing out, because not long after the memory of a chunk of wood flying straight through one side of her body, there was nothing.
Carefully reaching down, Rosa picked up a robe and tied it clumsily around her middle, managing to cover her biggest wounds. Looking in the mirror also meant she had noticed several more - a large gash across her cheek that big fat tears of blood were slowly rolling from. Her right shoulder had another deep gash and several splinters stuck within it. And then all across her body was tiny cuts and bruises. She was a mess. She hobbled back out to the main area of the house, nearly tripping over her wand, which must have been cast to the back when the cabinets had exploded. She picked that up with a fair bit of effort, slightly relieved that she hadn't caused it any damage.
A sudden twisting of the keys in the front door made Rosa's eyes snap to the front. That would be her parents. Not knowing exactly what she was doing, Rosa apparated to the first place that came to mind; Addy. At the sight of Addy tears began to roll down her cheeks, stinging as they hit the gash and cuts there. She was, for once, the first to speak, however, blurting out a string of unintelligible words through the tears to stop Addy from asking questions. Forcing herself to slow down, she managed to get out that she needed help and something about going to the Three Broomsticks. She wasn't sure why she had said that, but even just saying the name gave her meagre comfort. She trusted the others there, and the small family of wolves were beginning to feel more like home than her apartment and own family.
Thankfully, Addy didn't ask questions and she didn't hesitate, taking Rosa's weight and apparating them to the pub. Rosa managed a nod and choked 'yes' in answer to Addy's first question. The second question made her face harden determinedly. "With my life," she answered, her voice sounding far more weak than she had meant. The Quidditch player lead her inside with a word of encouragement that Rosa grimaced at. She couldn't see how any of this was
fine.
Rosa collapsed into the chair, noticing for the first time that her hastily tied robe-bandage had become soaked with blood. She felt kind of dizzy and answered Addy negatively. She was definitely not okay. Her eyes found Graham just as Addy noticed him. "Graham," she replied to Graham's cry of her name, relief evident in her tone. "No. Addy's a friend. No wand. She knows. I– The– the m-moon. B-bad wolfsbane. All went wrong." Talking was getting harder and Rosa took a deep breath and adjusted her position.
But suddenly there was someone else there. She seemed surprised to see Addy and Rosa, which meant that she was here for Graham - so she probably knew his secret. And apparently hers to. Rosa glanced up at Addy, a wounded look on her face. "Y-you told her?" she questioned quietly. Her tone wasn't strong enough to sound accusatory, but she did sound hurt. How could Addy have told? Her frazzled brain didn't recognise that this was the first time the newcomer had realised she was a werewolf.
The woman, who was probably a healer of some sort by the way she talked, began listing off things they needed to do. Rosa was only vaguely paying attention until she heard 'claw marks'. Rosa took a deep breath. If the woman already knew, there was no point in hiding it. Rosa wasn't stupid and she knew she was losing far more blood than was healthy, and she needed help. "Bad batch o' wolfs–wolfsbane." Rosa paused taking a sharp breath. "I–I was human. Not—" She took another raspy breath. "Not wolf. But m-my mind was the– the w-wolf." Rosa paused. "B-bad wolfsbane," she repeated.
The two girls were preparing to move her to the table - probably a good idea - and Rosa tensed slightly, trying to still the tears that were still falling from her puffy eyes. The move would be painful, she was sure. But quick - the table wasn't too far away.
So I know I have other threads I'm supposed to reply to first, but I felt like this was the most pressing, so here it is. Sorry it's kinda long 
