Except that gave a... Gabe couldn't think of a better English translation than gentler result, and while Pete's condition wasn't precisely violent it was pretty uncomfortably ardent and every Potions intuition Gabe had was telling him it didn't matter whether they crushed, bruised or infused the lavender in the sweat of virgins, it wasn't going to cut it. The potion they were trying to counter wasn't standard, and none of the standard antidotes would work.
"Worth a shot," he said, dropping in the last scale and dragging his wand through a complicated sigil in the mixture. "Bruise it is." He set his wand in its little holder thing on the side of the cauldron and reached for the lavender stalks, casting a sidelong glance at Ryland as he did. He was... well, frankly, Gabe was surprised the first thing that had happened when he'd opened his door to Ryland wasn't a fist to the face, but it was a happy surprise.