Special Delivery Who: Severus Snape, James Potter What: Delivering some anti-nausea potions to Lily Where: Lily's cottage, which she unfortunately shares with Potter-the-senior When: 0700 a.m. on Wednesday, 21 November
Brewing potions to help alleviate the symptoms of early pregnancy was simple; he could have done it in his sleep. It didn't even cause a hiccup of delay in his ordinary brewing schedule.
No, it wasn't the brewing that required a drop of attention. It was preparing himself to face James Potter without saying anything rude or offensive. That was going to be the difficult part.
Still, he'd promised, and he didn't want Lily to worsen her fatigue or her nausea by getting up early because he couldn't behave like a civil adult to the second biggest fuckwit in the village. So. He'd brewed the potion to help her morning-sickness, mostly a gentle brew of fenugreek, ainse and ginger. He'd also brewed a nutritional supplement in a liquid form that was as completely flavourless and odourless as Veritaserum that would support her nutritional needs at this phase without exacerbating her nausea.
Assuming fuckwit could manage the instructions.
It probably wouldn't help his determination to be civil if he kept thinking of Potter as 'fuckwit'. He took a deep breath and set off, the parcel of carefully wrapped potions vials tucked under his arm. Upon reaching the cottage, he had to refresh his determination yet again. Potter. Not 'fuckwit', Potter.
Then, he knocked, quietly, so as not to disturb Lily if she were still sleeping.