Remus had never liked how certain potions called for silver instruments; it was one of the reasons he had always disliked the subject. The idea of handling dangerous objects that when used incorrectly could prove fatal didn't settle well with him.
Nevertheless, Remus took the invitation to heart and moved closer to the cauldrons, stopping by the Felix Felicis first. It was a beautiful shade of gold, almost shimmering as it sat in the cauldron, and it reminded Remus so much of paint he suddenly had the urge to dip his hand in it.
"I can think of plenty of reasons why someone would need this," he murmured, the mission on Sunday coming to mind first. "Though I wonder what would happen if opposing sides took the same amount. Would a compromise result, or would they simply negate each other?"