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4th August 1991
Her body was flushed and aching for attention as she dreamed up flashes of intimacy while tossing in the sheets. She almost stirred awake at how large they were and under the almost realisation they were not her own as she felt her cunt wet and throbbing from need. It almost felt painful and that’s when she felt her forehead start to complain, she adjusted the sheets and there was groan from the bed. The bed was old...but it almost sounded human or like the dead waking from slumber only to chow down on human flesh from the movies muggles would watch.
She rolled over to hide her head in the pillows and stopped when her head met flesh. It was rough and bristly, she heard the same moan again but louder as she felt the slim but warm body she had rolled on to vibrate from the noise. The chest rose and descended at a steady pace bringing the chest closer to her face with each breath, giving her a face full of a musky smell, it smelt like they had sweated enough for a marathon. That was not all she smelt, it was smoky somehow like from a fireplace or cauldron and then there was the stench of alcohol that was now being breathed down her neck.
She almost shivered as she felt their free member brush against her as it began to swell and rise for action. It wasn’t huge but definitely noticeable and her primal urges were intune to that.
They either awake or their body was reacting to her presence...hers certainly was.
Curiosity won out as she quickly looked up. His tired obsidian eyes were a pool of regret, anger, fear and agony. He was worried about the consequences of the night before, but his eyes had been locked onto her breasts a few moments ago.
“Morning” she said in a tired voice and smiled up at him. She wanted him to know she wasn’t regretful and would go for him again.
She brushed herself against his downstairs. He groaned and she felt his hands come to both sides of her rump to keep her there to roll his hips into hers. She then moved her head to his nipples and trailed her tongue around the left before popping it into her mouth, his chest stilled at her interaction but his friend in his downstairs department did the talking.
He moved his left hand to her head to stop her and she released him and the suction on his nipple with a pop, to look up at him with sultry eyes. She smiled up at him mischievously and he looked down at her in concern, his greasy locks were in his face and almost obscuring his vision of her.
His hand was in mid-air next to her face almost questioning if he could touch her.
She answered for him and planted her lips on his as the gears in his mind began to click into place. She moved her lips with his, trying to devour him as her hand slipped down near his stomach edging closer to her target.
He flipped them over and she yelped in surprise but she could barely react with his lips back on hers as he moved his right hand to her slit, she quivered only to jolt away in pain. His head snapped up, his eyes fearful.
“I’m just sore. I still want…” she began to reassure him but he adjusted her position, moving her legs to become more open to him. She heard a clunk and a small vial appeared in his hand, it’s purple but milky substance moving about with it as he shoved it into her hands.
Pain potion. She uncorked it and downed it in an instant.
She then noticed an open tub to the side of her left leg and the white sticky substance slicking his right hand, she flinched at the cold as he began to massage the white goo into her sore opening.
She felt a tingling sensation down below along with the slight headache that had been seeping into her skull vanish. She quivered as he worked her down below, now covering his hand in the gunk again and now easing his fingers inside but he stopped, causing her to sigh in disappointment. It had just started to get good for her, her cunt could attest to that.
He looked at her straight in the eyes as he vanished the mess of medical product and her pleasure covering his fingers. “The bathroom is to the left of my bedroom, I’ll have your potion ready for you afterwards” he answered coldly, his eyes now as calculating as she had remembered from all the years before as his student.
He got up and left the room, leaving her contemplating what they had just done. He had wanted to fuck her again a moment ago and was working his long and skilled fingers inside her soon after that.
She exhaled deeply and got off the queen sized bed, no longer being warmed by the soft green sheets she walked across the grey carpet and took one final look around the room.
The black ebony furniture decorated the room from the chest of drawers next to left of the door, a medicine cabinet revealing all manner of vials and boxes behind it’s closed doors along with it.
On the left side wall was the wardrobe and bookcase with books so worn that she believed they would fall apart any moment.
The right had a worktable with papers littered across it, with formulas she could just work out.
Then the bedside tables either side the bed with old lamps on either side.
She grumbled as she left the room to bathe and get ready. His quarters were quite interesting as she had to enter the living room to go anywhere. He was gone of course and she took note of the back of the painting attached to the left side wall she assumed was used to hide and exit the place.
Near the back of the painting and to the right of it was a similar cabinet to the medicine cabinet in his bedroom with glass tumblers and whiskey bottles behind it’s doors.
The living room was lit by a few old lamps just like in the bedroom with the same grey painted walls.
There was a huge black coach and oak coffee table to her left facing towards the wall next to her and a huge black marble fireplace. A silver antique clock was on the mantle and above it a huge black empty painting. The black metal fireguard was in front of the non active fireplace.
In front of her were the huge windows showing the calm lake water against the glass guarded by two large green curtains on either side with several more black bookcases pressed against that wall.
One of the rooms she was unsure of was right of her and facing the windows, the other room was next to the bathroom door, she decided it was unwise to continue looking and entered the bathroom.
The bathroom was large, covered in white and green tiling with a white porcelain toilet, sink and bath.
The bath if you could call it that by it’s huge size and huge silver taps hanging over it. The sink near the door had a white oak cabinet above it with a mirror with silver serpents encircling it to the side of it, on the wall.
She began filling the bath full of warm water and watermelon scented bubbles. The tap was underused by the look of it, but worked all the same. She managed to find a tap willingly to give her the same scented shampoo.
She sighed as the bubbles engulfed her, she still was on edge from their previous actions but she would wait to deal with that mess on her own in her own room. Once she was satisfied she didn’t smell any longer of the night before, she got out, borrowed a still wrapped toothbrush and went back into the bedroom to get her clothes.
Her platinum blonde hair was a mess and took some time to tame with the brush in her black shoulder bag, she wondered how pissed the man would be when she informed him she had borrowed a toothbrush. Her blue eyes almost watered at a very nasty knot that took some time to entangle but she managed to put her hair into a long ponytail. She noticed she had some spare blue robes and boots shrunk in her bag with a note.
Just in case, remember to owl tomorrow.
Mum
Hidden along with them was a vial of grey and purple swirling liquid. She sighed, grabbed her things and quickly put on her spare robes and boots before exiting the room with vial in hand.
She noticed he was dressed in his normal black robes and on the coach.
She walked up to him and began speaking. “I had to borrow one of your toothbrushes and found a potion in my bag…”
“You had a potion? Do you do this often?” Snape asked, looking up at her expectantly.
“No! I don’t…” Lea began, she could feel the red rising to her cheeks.
His brow furrowed and he leaned back from the table. “I wasn’t judging you or would for doing so. I think we are past that stage, don’t you?” he answered, raising a brow at her and indicating for her to sit next him. “No. I was asking to find out what potion you would be needing and to find out if you have the right one.”
He looked at the vial in her hand and took it, uncorking it. He sniffed it and moved the vial around to check the consistency of the liquid.
“Well made and this answers my question. You're not taking regular birth control” he said as corked the vial, handing it back to her. She meekly nodded. “You didn’t make that.”
He said it as a statement and it was true. “My mum did, she put it in my bag yesterday morning” Lea answered and Snape nodded to himself.
“A wise woman. She’s not a potions master is she?” Snape continued, indicating her to drink her mother’s potion. It tasted absolutely foul and she just managed to swallow it down.
“Yes and she is not. She works with my dad at the department of magical law enforcement” Lea replied and he hummed at the response as he pulled two vials from his robes.
One was exactly like her mother’s and the other was blue with purple swirls.
“After morning potion and a weekly birth control potion, I may not of known when your next dosage was if that was the case, but it’s common courtesy for a potions master to make sure you are not lacking your next dosage” Snape explained, before putting the vials onto the table.
Lea shifted uncomfortably. “So last night…” she began but he shook his head.
“It can never happen again, I have a reputation to uphold. Getting with one of my former students not long after graduation is looked down upon and would cause all kinds of questions to be made” Snape interrupted her and held her gaze.
“You're worried about your job and my great uncle doesn’t help with that” she sighed as she fiddled with her thumbs.
“No, it doesn’t. I will not lie, I did find last night extremely enjoyable and if the circumstances were different I would consider doing so again” Snape continued, his eyes flickered over her body momentarily. “But I have to admit it was highly irresponsible of me as your former teacher and your head of house.”
She got up, it was better she left now before any of the remaining teachers saw her.
“Before you go, I want you to give me your word if any consequences occur from last night you inform me at once and send word to meet me. Don’t meet me at school unless asked to” he said, getting up to move the metal grate to the side and then grabbing the grey bowl full of floo powder that was hidden behind the clock.
“I give you my word” Lea said, his shoulders seemed to relax on this.
“Good. You will have to floo out. The headmaster is more lenient after the school year is over” said Snape, letting her take a handful of floo powder and walk into the fireplace.
She called out a location and his quarters disappeared in the emerald flames to have herself dust herself off in Diagon Alley’s floo entrance. She moved quickly so as to not be toppled off by the next visitor in her fireplace as the other five flared back to life, allowing more to enter the Alley. She made her way down the street, her mother would be having lunch and if she could catch her…
She felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see the woman in question with almost white blonde hair braided into a bun in her black ministry work robes with a black handbag. She smiled and pulled Lea close into a hug before leading her into a nearby café.
Mary Sweet’s café was small but her mother loved the place for their apricot jam tarts and sandwiches. She usually took orders to go and sometimes placed orders in advance, but today she had already ordered her an all breakfast sandwich how Lea liked it for the both of them.
The meat and eggs made her stomach sing as her mother watched her with shining emerald eyes into her blue sapphires ones before gorging on her sandwich. It was a sight to behold and Lea understood why they had chosen such a small setting not that she was any better.
Thank Merlin for magic. Otherwise they both would look a right mess.
“I have some news for you, sweetpea” her mother announced cheerfully, hopefully her father was finally getting a promotion, Lea hoped. “Ollivander has written back and suggested you come into the store to show off your own work.”
A deep and unwavering smile spread across Lea’s lips and her mother looked knowingly at her.
“I brought a few of your favourite pieces and I have the rest of the day off. Want to visit him when he opens up after lunch?” she asked and Lea nodded excitedly. “I also have another surprise.”
Her mother indicated to the two plates of strawberry cake being exchanged for their empty sandwich plates. Her eyes lit up to her mother’s amusement.
“Thank you Mary” her mother told the middle aged brown haired witch in a white apron, she nodded and went to clean their dishes. “Now eat up, we have the rest of the day awaiting us.”
To say she wasn’t nervous would not be strictly true, she had written to a few wand makers to study under but two stood above them all, Gregorovitch and Ollivander. It was a profession often passed down through families and the Alders her grandmother’s family through her mother’s side had Druidic blood.
Druids were Britain's first wand makers and were known as healers, seers, and teachers among other things. Her grandmother Irene would talk of grand tales of the occasional wandmaker and seer in their family bloodline. Irene’s grandfather had even crafted her own wand, silver lime and unicorn hair, 12 inches, yielding.
Silver lime was the wand wood that favoured seers and those skilled with Legilimency, it made a handsome wand. It was covered with carved swirls and flower patterns on it’s handle.
Unicorn hair was known for its loyalty and its inherent dislike for dark magic.
They had finished dessert faster than Lea liked, as her stomach twisted. The letters she had received from the other wand makers were ranging from just a simple rejection to down right rude. Calling who she was into question and refusing to acknowledge her.
She had actually received word and a meeting with Gregorovitch, he actually seemed highly interested by his letter but he took one look at her work and called it uninspired and to return when she had developed her own style. He did however gruffly point her to some books and gave her a few pointers.
That had been a few days after leaving Hogwarts and she had improved a lot in that small amount of time but still did not have what Gregorovitch wanted. She had gone to him, since Ollivander had not responded yet and he didn’t work with Schlangenholz or otherwise known as snakewood. There were a lot of woods and wand cores Ollivander did not work with as he preferred to work with three ‘supreme cores’ and was very strict on his process of wand making.
Unicorn hair, Dragon heartstring and phoenix feather were the cores he worked with.
Lea wanted to try them all, coral, the horn from a horned serpent, thunderbird tail feather and everything else she could get her hands on.
They left and thanked Mary before making their way to Ollivander’s wand shop. It only took a few moments and Lea’s hands were already sweating in fear of what lay on the other side of the door.
A quick kiss on the forehead from her mother and they were entering the shop, the doorbell going off as soon as they opened the door, almost scaring her.
“A bit jumpy today I see” a voice called from a ladder to the right of them, they turned to see Garrick Ollivander smiling down at them with a box in hand by his shelves of boxed wands. He walked down the ladder to greet them, shaking both of their hands. “I can remember you both as if it was yesterday. Ebony, 12 inches, unyielding. Dragon heartstring.”
He looked to her mother then turned to her.
“Willow, 12 inches slightly yielding. Unicorn hair” Garrick smiled towards her, Lea relaxed a little. “So what have you brought me?”
Her mother opened her bag and brought out three brown rectangular boxes, Ollivander put the box he had down on the counter and went behind it while indicating they put the boxes down.
He opened the first one and examined it. “Cherry, 13 inches almost yielding. Unicorn hair. Well made” he put down the brown wand which twisted at the bottom as it became a darker brown.
He opened another and his face seemed skeptical but not upset with the other wand. It was a dark brown wood with a simple cylindrical handle and knob at the end. 11 and a half inches, yielding. Dragon heart string.
“Decent and usable but I wouldn’t sell it” he mused and opened the last box. He blinked for a moment before closing the box almost immediately. “Not usable at all.”
It was her attempt using snakewood and unicorn hair. He paused and looked fondly at the cherry wand before putting away the Ivy wand.
“I am curious where you got the unicorn hair from, both were from the same unicorn” Garrick asked her softly as put the cherry wand back in it’s box but not closing it.
“Hogwarts, she is a mare that Hagrid helped me befriend. She’s called Ella, I visited her alot when I studied there” Lea explained and Garrick smiled back at her.
“With a notched left ear?” Garrick asked inquisitively and Lea paused before nodding. His smile widened. “That mare was likely the one I plucked the tail hairs from for your wand. It is quite interesting that you both were to meet. She didn’t take to fondly to me plucking them, I can tell you that.”
Lea chuckled “that I’m sure, I just bribe her and she lets me brush her.”
“Something that most wizards have difficulty doing, I’m sure. I’m almost jealous of the fact most witches can just go up to a unicorn without issue” Garrick said, before nodding. “I would love for you to tell me how you made how you made this one.”
He moved his head towards the cherry wand.
“That and I would like to run a few tests on it before maybe selling it for you, under your name of course” he continued, her eyes lit up but her happiness was almost short lived. “But I can’t train you, I’m doing so for my own family at the moment and what you need is just a push and few pointers as well as where to look.”
She nodded, it was better than she thought even if she wasn’t training under him.
“I suggest you spend the day here and we discuss a few things, then set an arrangement up where you bring the occasional wand for assessment. If they’re good enough I can sell them for you and we can share notes across owl. How does that sound?” Garrick informed her and she smiled.
“That would be perfect Mr Ollivander” Lea answered.
Lea was ecstatic with just an afternoon working with Ollivander, he had shown her a few tips and given her a few books to look through. With what Gregorovitch showed her as well, she was well on her way to learning to be a professional wand maker. Though with no apprenticeship under them meant she would be making money based on the wands she made which meant she would be reliant on family for a bit.
Or so she thought. She worked out the basics of what happened with her cherry wand with Ollivander, she had tended to Ella and treated her well and she was permitted her tail hair. As Garrick put it magic was about intent and she was given the core willingly, which made the wand itself stronger.
She had mixed it with head hairs and even painted the core with a bonding agent of her own creation before insertion to great effect. This actually surprised Ollivander and he said the wood seemed to bond better with the core with these additions. She had phased the core inside the wood while speaking the old tongue rather than adding a topper or using magic to seal the wand around the core.
She explained how she was trying to feel out the wood and wand core’s to try and gauge what they wanted. It was like how a snake heard by vibration but far more complex and she was trying to learn what each interaction meant.
To say Garrick was fascinated was an understatement and they had been owling each other back forth about her notes. She had only made one more wand and he had accepted it happily but the 10 inch Holly wand with good flexibility with a dragon heartstring core wasn’t going to pay bills anytime soon. Even if she loved the spirals she had carved into the cylindrical handle and the spiked knob at the end.
It made her consider the letter she had received days ago even more, it couldn’t hurt to ask a few questions before deciding, could it?
It hadn’t been that long since she studied in these halls and quite frankly she missed Hogwarts, it’s noise, the food and her friends. It honestly felt too long as she trailed after Albus.
How he managed all these years standing out like a sore thumb, she would never know. He had chosen that day a yellow set of robes with flowers embroidered over the sleeves and yellow boots.
“I’m glad you answered, dear. I was getting a little worried from your mother’s last letter” he began as they made their way up to the castle, he still managed to out pace her at this age. It was him that had to slow down for her as they neared the castle entrance.
“I’m surprised dad didn’t write to you first” Lea replied and Albus chuckled as got inside the castle. He stopped to look her over for a moment through his half moon spectacles.
“I’m surprised you did not come and talk to me two weeks ago, If I recall correctly ” he stated and Lea’s cheeks turned almost beetroot red. “Oh, I know, my dear. I know almost everything that happens in this castle. In fact I told your mother you were here but not who you were with.”
Albus smiled at her knowingly and her blood ran cold.
She had remembered that night, she had spent the afternoon at her grandpa Abe’s before deciding to head home but had bumped into Snape on the way who albeit annoyed at being caught on his way to have a drink at the three broomsticks at first, he had been interested in her wand work. In more ways than one.
“It was quite the afternoon for him, he was doing so well until I asked him why you had to use his fireplace to flu out rather than come up and see me” Albus mused, stroking his long beard. “Yes, he ended up admitting to your encounter. He’s hiding in the dungeons if you want to see him. In fact he was the one I had in mind when I wrote to you about the job. Pomona and Kettleburn have already got assistants for this year you see..”
“Classroom or…” Lea began to ask only for Albus to cut her off.
“Classroom and behind a cauldron like always, let me know what you end up deciding” he told her and she nodded before taking off in a sprint down to the dungeons.
It wasn’t until she got closer to the potions classroom that her stomach twisted and she grew concerned about what would happen next , he told her not to visit unless...
Her hand rested on her stomach, but she shook her head. It was unlikely. Her mother brewed that potion and Snape’s would have been just as strong. She continued on her way to the classroom when she heard talking, her heart beating faster as she wondered if he found another so soon.
She reached the door and found it open, he was prepping ingredients for storage on the furthest workbench as a wizard with white blond hair in an overpriced set of black robes and boots stood next to him with a face she recognised. Her heart dropped as she saw the witch with the same fair hair as the wizard in an expensive violet dress and similarly expensive heels with cold eyes.
The witch chuckled as she saw Lea, catching Snape’s attention towards the door.
“As I said Lucius I’ve already been informed Albus found someone and in far more practical attire” Snape stated to the witch's distaste as he indicated to Lea’s plain blue work robes and work boots. “Now her timing however, leaves a lot to be desired. If she had arrived before breakfast she could have assisted me in the forbidden forest this morning, collecting ingredients.”
“Even more reason…” Sarissa piped up again, unwilling to accept the indignity of being pushed aside for what she assumed another job candidate or what Sarissa was pretending to be.
“No my standards are clear Miss Malfoy as has Narcissia has informed you time and time again, I only accept candidates with a high score in a N.E.W.T in Potions. You failed to even get into my advanced class” Snape reminded her as he indicated for Lea to join him at his workbench at the far end of the classroom. “Besides you always make a fuss when you even get a spec of dirt on your clothes, an attitude more suited for the high elite but not in my line work.”
“Wasn’t she meant to become a filthy wand maker?” Sarissa spat only for the wizard she could assume was Lucius to narrow his eyes at the witch beside him and surprisingly not at Lea.
Lea had enough and began to explain to Sarissa’s annoyance “Filthy wand maker? Aren’t you forgetting Salazar Slytherin’s masterpiece? The wand he crafted out of snakewood and basilisk horn, it…”
“Are you done? That wasn’t an answer?” Sarissa interrupted, sneering at Lea.
“Miss Dumbledore has already had two wands accepted by Ollivander, he is taking a more distant approach with her since he is training family and she already knows the craft exceptionally well. She just needs to develop her method and style along with her reputation to continue her craft full time” Snape explained, Lucius raised a disapproving brow at her name but seemed to be actually listening to him unlike his relation who was investigating the classroom now bored of the conversation now it didn’t concern her.
“So she can’t afford to. How…” Sarissa began again only for Lucius to place a hand on her shoulder and move her to the side to her surprise to get a better look at Lea.
“Her features, aside from the eyes, are from whom?” he questioned Snape, who gave Lea a unicorn horn to ground which she did so without question as she avoided looking at Mr Malfoy.
“Alder, one of the remaining members of the bloodline” Snape explained and Lucius’s tongue clicked in recognition of the name.
“Not Erica Alder’s branch for sure, they were wiped out quite a while ago. Irene’s?” Lucius pressed and Snape nodded as Lea shifted uncomfortably. “That is interesting, they are of very old blood. Druidic. Occasional seers and wand makers, I hear Irene was a seer?”
“Irene is and her daughter, Miss Dumbledore is not” Snape answered quickly, seemingly wanting the end of the conversation as much as Lea did. “You read Irene’s book, have you not?”
“It was fun for sure but universally panned by the seer community and your local seer” Lucius said lazily and Snape narrowed his eyes at the mention of Trelawney. “Yes, I know a great example but you get my point. They are an odd bunch aren't they?”
“Lucius, watch that cousin of yours, she melted enough cauldrons in her first year alone. I will be needing those soon enough” Snape warned, tilting his head to Sarissa who was now looking and grimacing at some of the jars he had out. Particularly the beatles, she actually had to agree with Sarissa on that at least. That Snape's collection of ingredients unnerved her too.
“Sarissa, don’t touch, you're almost as bad as Draco,” Lucius called out and she jolted upright before moving slowly away from the workbench full of ingredients. She actually had the decency to blush and then look to the floor in embarrassment.
Lea handed Snape the ground unicorn horn to examine and he took one look at it, before handing it back to her to pack away for use later.
“Speaking of Draco, he will be here soon enough” Lucius began but Snape seemed to understand immediately.
“I’ll watch out for him, you have my word” Snape replied and Lucius smiled back at him.
“She’s quiet when she’s not talking about her ‘hobby’, pretty too...It’s rare for you to take cases like hers. You usually demand someone with a desire for a mastery in potions with the grades to match” Lucius questioned him, nodding towards her and Snape sneered in response. “Oh, Albus insisted on this one. I get it and I fully accept my cousin would be too much work for you…”
“I like her experiments with bonding agents being used in wand creation and found her theory of interest of me” Snape countered and Lucius let out a small chilling laugh. Lea felt her hair stand on end as she heard it.
“I’m not criticising, she’s not a student anymore so she’s fair game and a Slytherin too” Lucius continued and Snape exhaled deeply at the comment as he stopped labelling the ingredient containers. “You might be able to save this one, before her relation puts ill advised notions into that head of hers.”
Lucius then sighed in disappointment at the glare that Snape was giving him now before smiling and pushing Sarissa towards the door. She almost thought Sarissa was silently begging to stay for a moment but that would be silly.
“I’ll talk to you later, old friend. I can now tell my ‘delightful’ cousin I can’t perform miracles” Lucius called out from over his shoulder as he left with Sarissa in tow.
Snape waved his hand at the door, slamming and locking it so they wouldn’t be disturbed.
“His second cousin wanted his daughter to work for me or as Lucius put it make Sarissa my permanent problem” he explained, taking another tub and scribbling the date onto the label. She could hear the frustration in his voice as his eyes narrowed at her attempts to make dandelion juice. “Have you used a health potion yet?”
Health potions were used to detect abnormalities in the blood to inform them of the health of a person based on it’s coloured reaction. Not to be mistaken with healing potions like a wiggenweld potion.
“I was going to do that tomorrow, I’m due to start today” Lea answered and he riffled through his robes to show her a clear vial. He vanished off the mess of their hands before putting the vial down to use his wand to extract blood from the index finger on her left hand, to place a few drops into the vial before recorking it. He shook it and put the vial down.
“Five minutes. You know the colour we’re looking for, correct?” he asked and she nodded. “Good. Now help me finish up and then we can have lunch.”
Lea almost cursed herself for asking but she had to be sure “What will happen to Sarissa? Now that she’s not your problem?”
“She will likely be pawned off to someone who can deal with her attitude” Severus answered nonchalantly, he didn’t seem fazed by this...no that wasn’t it, numb to it . “It’s not that uncommon for pure blood families to do so with problem children...well any children.”
True, it was common, but doesn’t mean it was fair. Lea was silent as the gears in her head turned, maybe she could ask Albus to offer her way out. If she refuses then it will be her choice.
Snape hadn’t spoken for a while as he continued labelling ingredients as she prepared them, it was as if he was avoiding the very concept of that night.
“You suggested I work for you, didn’t you?” Lea asked, hating the silence as they kept themselves busy until they knew she wasn't with child. She couldn’t be anyway. Snape looked up at her, his lips twitching response.
“Maybe I did, would that be so bad? After all your line of work requires a lot of investment and I could get my own answer to our current conundrum” he told her, before looking down at her body. “Maybe I could have resolved a recent matter with your interference, all in the same day.”
“It’s almost as if you're enjoying this” she replied but the sarcasm was not lost on him as he stood watching her with a smirk spreading across his lips.
“Not as much as I want to be...after all circumstances have changed haven’t they?” he continued, pausing and putting emphasis on the last sentence. “Five minutes.”
He called out and she went back to working but she stopped. He hadn’t moved, it was as if he had become frozen from the colour draining from his swallow skin.
That was when she saw it.
The vial’s contents had turned pink.