"It's not always cyanide. Sometimes it's other things. Always bad. Always dangerous."
The calming draught was helping, but slowly. Simon knew the paths these episodes took, and this one was calming down rather than intensifying, but it was still there, and the niggling little voice in the back of his head that always pointed out how much better Amelia and Edgar were was beginning to point out things about Severus, too, like how easy it would be for a potioneer to poison someone.
"It's like trying not to believe the sky is blue." Except it wasn't now, it was black to match the sun, but that wasn't relevant. "I know it's wrong. My body tells me different. My brain starts saying things. It's hard not to listen."