You follow Max as the werewolf heads for the gym. You wonder whether he spends a lot of time in there or whether looking like you're pumped full of inhuman growth hormone is just a werewolf thing.
"You know," Max says eventually, "at a certain point, we are going to have to get our heads together and work out what we're going to tell Old Cavalcade about all this."
"You think?"
Max nods glumly. "Probably. I mean, pit to hell, invading the neighbors, breaking into their headmaster's office, graphic nudity, and one unconscious headmaster." He considers this for a moment. "Yes, it seems like it might be hard to hide that in the paperwork."
You look at him. "What paperwork?"
Max nods again. "Exactly." He sighs. "This is going to take another plan."