"I know that," Remus said mildly. "I even thought that it would take longer to make, actually. But perhaps you remember my skill, and therefore knowledge, of Potions?" He smiled self-deprecatingly.

"But you will," and here his hazel eyes were hopeful, even if his voice was steady and gentle, "make it for me again? My god, Severus, I half-expected you to make me do something awful for it. Muggle money is all I have, and not much at that, but could I contribute some?" He had pride, and then he had Sirius to pay for.

"Is there also any chance of you being able to make sleeping potions? Muggle medicines works horribly on werewolf metabolisms, as you know."