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“Remus ate a cupcake filled with a swelling potion, and I hope you better have nothing to do with it.” / Lily to Severus

Straightening from the hunched position over the elderly manuscript, his attempt to greet her arrival quickly seemed to be out of place.

“ Out of all people, I am the first person you run to with accusations? I'm disappointed, ” he gathered a quick response, lacking a passage for emotions to leak.

The only woman he considered not a friend for convenience always knew where to find him. They grew more distant, in friendly terms but it changed nothing over a fact that Lily's obligatory visit was in order to spot if Severus can make cruelty alright with twisted logic.

She was here to discover if he was involved. A conclusion: so, it didn't go as planned. For once, when he was close to feeling triumphal, something had to mess up. Maybe, she should ask someone who mastered this trait before him? If Evans wanted to know, he was targeting the self-centered toerag, or at least would be fine with taking down his lap-dog, Black. A patient minimalist goes with what he gets, Lupin wasn't a satisfactory target ... but never mind, never mind ... not like he's limited by attempts and restrained by anyone anymore. A shame he did not decide for this awakening much earlier. And not like Severus was going to tell her a thing aloud. Successfully striking any of the infamous quartetto equaled the goal of Quidditch rings, but only one was broad enough and the most desirable.

How difficult it was for loth digits to cooperate in a primitive task like bookmarking the page without asking: 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞? Dark abyssal hues switched from paragraphs in a quick lift, accompanied by the profound slam of thick leather cover. Eyebrows creased, and face tensed. She waited, judged. The bitterness rose like venom in his mouth, once the Marauders will be gone, he'll have no reason to swallow it anymore. The next time he speaks, it's with well-masked disgruntlement instead of contentment.

A deep, slow inhale was required for transmission of indifferent retroaction, “ You know if it was me, I would come up with a better plan, without getting caught so lousily. I don't find any of them relevant enough to pretend and pity someone's prank on them, nor any of them to be the cause of conflict between us. If you didn't notice ... I'm working my best to forget their existence. If anything Swelling potion is not a big deal with antidote; he'll be fine. ”