Remus glanced up at the hand on his forehead, feeling a little awkward. He wasn't a big fan of being touched, and even less when it was Severus Snape doing the touching. He backed away a little, brushing the hand off.
"Yes, I was planning on using the Shack, as I normally do. The moon's not until tomorrow," he said, rubbing at his forehead where Snape had touched. He did feel warm. "So, I'll take the potion now and then Sirius will bring by the last dose tomorrow afternoon? I expect I won't feel like getting out of bed by then."
He extended a hand for the vial of liquid, dreading taking it. If it tasted half as bad as it smelled, it would be rough. He suspected it probably tasted worse.