"It's my choice who I can spend time with. They'll get over it." He shrugged and took out his book. Remus figured they'd be grumpy about it, but get over it. Eventually. Right?

He looked over the scroll and smiled. "Maybe I can even try it before the next full moon if everything works out." And it would. Snape was a bloody genius. And then some.

Remus parted his bangs and toyed with the ends for a second. He was thinking about the potion again. Biting the side of his lip, he was lost in thoughts about nights without being all torn up and waking up without the memory of the night before - or week before if it was a bad night and Remus woke up in St. Mungo's.