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< 2 MONTHS, 2 WEEKS, 4 DAYS >

Early in the erstwhile morning, it was only when he found himself fixing his antidote to disguises that he remembered his antidote to death.

He looked to the side of his cauldron and his eyes caught the glimpse of his vial for Lily, and remembrance set in that he had recently disavowed entirely. He'd nearly forgotten about his task; why he began to brew it in the first place was a near mystery. But, for the sake of science, he decided he may as well have kept at it. So he grabbed the jar and set it on his worktable, snatching a stalk of lavender and leaving his brewing mithridate alone to steep.

Lavender, he wrote on the recipe next to it, for soothing purposes.

He sits in front of it now, looking it over as it gradually amalgamates with itself. He notices that it has already changed since he added to it, and he watches it churn itself slowly inside the jar. Severus closes it and puts it away again, picking up the lavender to put it back.

'Rem,' he thinks before he does. He feels Remus tap in; hears him respond clearer than water.

'Yeah?'

'Can you smell this?' asks Snape, and he makes the intention to send him the scent of the herb as intricately as is viable.

'Nice,' Lupin replies. 'Lavender?'

Severus looks down at it in satisfaction, comforted by the ease in reaching a connection with him whenever necessary. 'Fresh.'

'Lovely,' Remus replies. 'Thank you.'

'Of course,' Severus replies, and closes the conversation as he puts the lavender back on his shelf.

He returns to his work. The antidote bubbles before him. He heightens its flame.