Chapter 6
Hermione woke up early, even though she had gone to bed late. She needed to shop for something to wear other than fishnet stocking, an extremely uncomfortable leather skirt, and a Weird Sisters T-shirt. She wondered if the Weird Sisters had even been formed yet. She had served a few women in the bar last night who had been discussing starting a band, and they had looked very intently at the logo on her shirt. Time travel was very confusing indeed.
Walking out of a thrift store with a few bags in hand (it was about all she could afford right now), she passed by an apothecary's store. She gazed at it thoughtfully, as a sudden idea hit her . . .
Remus was worried. Violet was locked in her room. He hoped she still wasn't upset over whatever touchy subject he'd managed to dredge up the night before. A strange smell wafted from under the door. Was she brewing something?
If Violet had acted strange the first day he had met her, it was nothing compared to the month that passed. She left at random moments, even during working hours.
Despite everything, a tentative friendship had formed. They had to spend a lot of time together at the bar, and on weekdays, when times were slow, there wasn't much to do but talk and sing off-key Elvis Presley songs together (apparently the 'King' had been a wizard, and was living richly and retired in Wizarding Paris – but that's another story).
She was never that open, but then again, neither was he.
The afternoon before, she gestured him into her room, only minutes before he planned to apparate to the Shrieking Shack to transform. Needless to say, he felt terrible.
"This is what I've been doing all month" She said, leaning over a simmering cauldron, and filling a vial with potion. "It's been nice to brew again" She handed him the vial.
"Umm, yes. Thank you" Lupin looked at it questioningly.
"It's Wolfsbane. You should know that. Did I brew it wrongly?"
Lupin was stunned. "No one's ever done something like this for me. I've never had the honor to drink this. . . Thank you so much Violet"
She smiled encouragingly.
"Go get 'em, Moony" She whispered, walking out the door. "Drink it right before moonrise" She added, before leaving to start her shift. He looked happily at the bottle, before an astonishing thought crossed his mind. Had she just called him 'Moony'?