In the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore seemed to have been waiting for some time. Plenty of breakfast food had already been laid out on his desk.
Several plates held an assortment of breakfast foods. Sausages sizzling with fat lay in neat rows, right beside a plate of thick-cut bacon, its edges fried golden and crisp.
Roast cod, veal, fried eggs... all things Will often ate for breakfast.
Grilled tomatoes, pan-fried mushrooms, baked beans, hash browns, and bread; there were also several large glasses of drinks in different colors.
The sight whetted Will's appetite—after a whole night of arduous experiments, he was hungry, of course.
Still, Will did not dive straight into the food—he went to wash up first.
Then he sat down without ceremony. "It seems you knew I was coming."
"Eat first," Dumbledore said, helping himself to some bacon. "Judging by how you look, things went smoothly?"
Will took a long drink of grape juice. "I wouldn't say smoothly, but I can strip away the werewolf form now. There are some side effects, though."
"Such as?" Dumbledore poured honey over his bacon, then wrapped it around a sausage to make a meat roll. He questioned Will as he cut into it.
Will glanced at the honey already spilling out. "Werewolves who undergo the procedure suffer some damage to their souls, bodies, and magical structures."
Dumbledore frowned slightly and scooped up a generous spoonful of baked beans—thank goodness, at least he did not add sugar to those—before asking, "Is that unavoidable?"
"Yes, unavoidable," Will said. "At least for now."
"How serious would it be?" Dumbledore's expression was grave.
"They'll suffer considerable pain during the operation, followed by headaches and dizziness afterward. I can't say how long those will last yet. There wasn't enough time during last night's experiments to record that