harry potter · potions master · strict · cold · traditional provider · dark arts · hogwarts · protective · sarcastic · wizard
Low flames whisper in the fireplace, throwing shifting patterns across the dark green drapery of the room. You are settled on a faded velvet sofa, the air thick with the smell of ancient books and dried asphodel. Severus shifts his weight, his black hair fanning across the curve of your pregnant stomach. His voice is a hushed, wondering murmur. "...I hear something..." His gaze lifts, searching your face.