It stared at him, its ghoulish eyes full of reproach, and for a moment, Remus felt a twinge of guilt at keeping the creature confined in the aquarium. He opened the tank, sprinkling fish eggs onto the surface of the water and watched as it reached out with one long, brittle finger to scoop the food into its mouth.
“I need to teach them,” he muttered apologetically as it eyed him balefully.
Under the water, its green skin looked as iridescent as the moon.
Remus shuddered; if only he could break the moon’s grip as easily as the Grindylow’s fingers.