A light bit of smoke seeped from underneath the doors leading into the Potions classroom, Marlow Linney standing in a haze of wolfsbane as it seeped into her pores, her body laughably small in comparison to the massive cauldron sitting before her.
It was nearing the full moon, the day next letting everyone know if the bite officially took to Patrick. It seemed fruitless to think otherwise, especially with the added effects of his sudden magical ability. But still, she was holding out hope that it wasn't going to happen, that the bite merely gave him something special but that it wasn't going to affect him the way it had affected Seamus. Or Lupin. At least Sebastian had lived it his entire life- though there wasn't much solace there, either.
She brushed back the frizzy ends of her hair, the heat from the potion causing a slight growth in her curls, as she watched her wand spin slowly, hovering just a few inches above the cauldron. The wolfsbane potion was moments from being finished.
Twelve vials were lined up on the desk beside her, all similar in size but in a varying array of colors. One vial serving for each night, for each of the men in her life who had learned to rely on the effects of the potion. It was odd how this had come to her, how each of these men meant something so special to Marlow.
But she wouldn't dream of anyone else handling this for them.
With a flick of her wrist, she watched as each vial was filled and corked. She collected the bottles in their own muslin bags - three to a package. With her typical note wishing the best she could in a situation like this, she attached them with a red ribbon and tucked them against her chest as she made her way up to the Owlry.
She would keep Patrick's with her, as she planned to be there in person with him as he prepared, but the rest she sent to their rightful receiver. Even Lupin received his by Owl, delivered directly to the cottage he shared with Tonks and Teddy in Hogsmeade - not very far from her own home with Zacharias and Clover.
She watched as three Barn owls flew off into the night sky, her elbow resting on the edge of the window, as one hand rested against her stomach. She swallowed, thinking of the weekend ahead for her friends, and then selfishly thinking about her family and the pregnancy she hadn't yet told Zacharias about. Leave it to Mercury in retrograde for all of this to happen at once.