Once upon a time, Wren had been hesitant to do this and hated the prospect of doing it. Now? It was a monthly, sometimes biweekly, occurrence. He was running a little late, the Polyjuice Potion having taken a little longer to brew that particular month. As quick as he could, he rushed to the designated meeting spot, panting to catch his breath after stopping. "Hey... sorry.... I'm late," he said between breaths, "Almost... got caught."