The waxing moon - role play for fullmoonwaltz

[true_marauder]

Talking to Snape was never an easy thing.  Asking favours of Snape was almost painful, and something he could only do for someone else's benefit, not his own.  He was eternally grateful to Albus that he had been the one to ask (or, knowing Dumbledore, tell) Snape to make the Wolfsbane potion for him; even then accepting the potion every month was a

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[fullmoonwaltz]

Work had been particularly difficult today, but somehow she had gritted her teeth and soldiered through another day. As the lunar month had progressed from the attack and her wounds began to give way to raised scars, Mana had began to feel weariness hung over her like an old stretched out sweater. Rather staying to chat or play a game, when the day ended, Mana had aparated straight home, cleaned herself up, set Roger to rights and back in his bowl, checked the post before taking a nap for what good it would do her

[true_marauder]

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Everything's fine." It hadn't occurred to him, what she would think when he showed up at her home out of the blue. It had simply seemed more polite then flooing. He pulled the decanter of potion out from under his robe and held it up.

"I have a..." What did he call Snape? Not a friend, that was sure. Not a colleague, not anymore. Mana didn't know about the Order, so he couldn't mention that connection. "An acquaintance who is rather talented at potions. I had him brew up a weeks worth of Wolfsbane potion for you - it needs to be started tonight, and drunk every night for the next week. It will make things easier for you."

[fullmoonwaltz]

As Remus held out the decanter, a great swell gratitude and relief overwhelmed her-- she wasn't in this alone-- and for the briefest of moments, the former Griffyndor was actually rendered speechless and perhaps even a little teary-eyed. Thank Merlin Teri wasn’t there to see the day.

"Thank you, Remus," she managed, gently accepting the decanter with appreciative hands against her chest and granted him a hug. "Thank you so very much." And she meant every word of it.

With the sunset beginning and a wicked autumn chill whipping off the siding and porch made Mana shudder and retreat a step into the welcoming warmth of the flat. "Please, would you like to come in?" she asks, stepping aside to permit her friend to enter.

"I just made dinner if you’re hungry. Or tea if you’d like?"

[true_marauder]

The hug startled him. For years there had been so few touches, and even now it was only Sirius and sometimes Tonks or Teri who touched him without warning. But he tried not to stiffen and nodded when she pulled away. "I'm just glad I could help."

It was cold, and he shivered a little in his thin robes. "If your dinner is anywhere near as good as that pie was I'd be appreciative. I missed lunch today." And the potion was better taken on a full stomach, but he didn't mention that yet.