InsaneJournal

He had forgotten to close the shutters last night. The sudden flood of light stunned him momentarily as he climbed out of the basement of the safehouse, finally free from this month’s transformation.

There would be other months to not quite look forward to, he thought, as he stumbled blindly onto a small chair next to the basement door.

The next time he opened his eyes, he saw dust motes drifting about, golden-edged and rather cheerful. A glint on the table caught his eyes.

He should really wash it, then return to Andromeda’s. He missed Teddy terribly. And Severus, too.

The bottle was exquisitely cut and formed, easily the most beautiful thing in the house. He rinsed it carefully, and wiped it down gently.

No cleaning charms, no drying charms. Severus had reminded him. Charms and spells, however seemingly harmless could potentially disturb a potion’s magical properties. I’d like to keep it useful still.

Remus placed it back on the table, inside the shaft of warm golden sunlight.

Sitting back on the small rickety chair, he decided to catch a quick nap.

Around him, a kaleidoscope of small rainbows danced merrily, masking the shadows awaiting him back at Andromeda’s.