he had not known her scent so well, he might have actually assumed someone had
Polyjuiced themselves as Mia, and the potion was wearing off. Just in case, he waited a few
seconds, watching her intently.
Her eyes returned to her usual chocolate colour, and he sighed in relief.
"Thank you." She smiled and kissed his cheek.
Remus nodded, shaking his head and blinking his eyes rapidly, wondering if he was
seeing things. He brought the goblet to his lips, drinking it down in one large gulp, figuring
that if he got it over with quickly he would have less of a chance to let his nerves get the
better of him.
The second the liquid fell into his mouth, though, he almost gagged on it. Forcing
it down his throat, he grimaced, swallowed, then turned to her as though she had just
smacked him. He coughed, trying very hard not to vomit, and dropped the goblet, kicking
it away from him. "Ugh, I trusted you! That tasted like... like.. ." But there was no
comparison.
"Like licking the inside of the Sorting Hat?" Mia offered.
Remus's eyes widened, and he nodded.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Can't seem to make it any better. But you still have to take
it."
June 24th, 1975"Where's Mia?" Remus yelled as he burst into the nearly empty Gryffindor common
room.
After waking up in the Shrieking Shack following the full moon, Remus had made
his way through the tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow at unheard of speeds. Still slow
and aching, but he was not limping, bleeding, or on the verge of blacking out. When Madam
Pomfrey was not looking, he snatched three phials of Invigoration Draught, tossing them
back like they were shots of firewhisky before he darted out of the infirmary against the
mediwitch's instructions.