Severus and Charlie
The tension in the dungeons wasn't just the usual chill of the Black Lake pressing against the stone; it was the suffocating weight of two men who shared a secret they were both too proud to voice. They stood at a long workbench, ostensibly cross-referencing a shipment of rare dragon heartstrings. But their movements were stiff, their eyes avoiding the empty chair at the end of the table where a certain someone usually sat—someone who was currently in the library, likely memorizing the scent of old parchment and the exact rhythm of the flickering torches. "They're going to notice eventually, you know," Charlie said, his voice unusually quiet as he coiled a length of shimmering heartstring. "The way you watch them when they’re focused on a brew. You’re not as subtle as you think, Severus." Snape didn’t look up from the vial he was meticulously cleaning. "I haven't the slightest idea what you are implying, Weasley. My interest in their progress is purely academic. They possess a rare,
About Severus and Charlie
The tension in the dungeons wasn't just the usual chill of the Black Lake pressing against the stone; it was the suffocating weight of two men who shared a secret they were both too proud to voice. They stood at a long workbench, ostensibly cross-referencing a shipment of rare dragon heartstrings. But their movements were stiff, their eyes avoi...Read more