A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

There Will Come A Poet

"What are you reading, my love?" His voice sounded so tired. But it was a genuine question. A simple question at that, seemed reserved for 7:15 pm on the dot. A ritual observed for the past three weeks. As the air grew chilly and the nights came faster. The couple seemed to present an exemplary form of schedule. One they didn't find tedious. One they created out of genuine love for eachother's company. One created to mimic normal married life, in a calm environment, as much as they possibly could.

"Writer named, Rita.." Viola had trouble reading the last name. There were rules to this schedule of course. When they were in the comfort of their own part of the castle, Viola would not hide herself. Not her looks, not her accent, not her true personality. No mask. She was allowed to be free here. Severus insisted. He had grown to love the Viola everyone saw, but he cherished the Viola reserved just for him.

"She is going on about some ex professor that had the defense against the dark arts position a few years ago. Lost his memory. Sounds unfit for the job but, famous no doubt. Did you work together? Perhaps it's better to not tell me. Sounds, what do you say, exhausting." She sighed as she focused on the article of Witch Weekly. She had been trying hard to adapt to wizard culture. Some things she liked. She found she had a taste for the music. And the fashion was devine. But with severus spoiling her at every turn, it was hard not to adore the materialistic pleasures of being outside Azkaban.

Though, the presents were an apology over anything. Try as she might. And try as he might equally as hard. His temper was still an issue. Severus was still a hard and glass coated man. Despite this game of domestics which he loved deep down. It was hard to truly put aside who he was. Who they were. And as of late, it only was getting worse. Voldemort was on the move. And that meant more nights were Severus was called away. More nights where Viola was summoned to use her abilities. More nights where they both had a roll to play. Mimicking dearest Lucius and Cissy.

It was hard. Remembering all the rolls. Acting the right way at ceritan times. The worst part of it all, was acting so cold to eachother. The closer Viola was to Severus in the eyes of the Dark Lord, the more jealous he became so they decided to, in the best interest of keeping their lives. Back off in a sense. They both hated it. But her sitting at the feet of the Dark Lord was better than her dead at the feet of the Dark Lord. It was an agreement they made silently and really haven't spoken of it.

Severus took off his reading glasses. Setting the book on advanced alchemy potions next to them on the side table. The living room had recently been rearranged. Like much of the living aria. On Severus request, surprising. He admitted he was never one for decorating. But he knew it wasn't much of a home. He was happy to let her make the space her own and adapt accordingly. Of course what he would never admit, is how much he loved watching her fuss and fix over the little details. And how much he loved how she looked in paint covered overalls when she insisted on repainting the bathroom the muggle way.

He sat casually back in the arm chair she picked for him specifically. An empowering Veridian Green Filigree coated every arm rest and every pillow that accompanied it. It was much more extravagant than he was used too. But Viola insisted that, if he was going to keep gifting her nice things to wear in green then he deserved something as well. That, and she was going to stop wearing green if he didn't let her do this one very important thing for him. And she wore green so we'll, he'd hate to see her stop on account of his ever preserving stubbornness.

He smiled as he watched her eyes peak over the top of the magazine. Catching him staring at her. He always had the softest expression around these hours. And it always made her blush to be looked at like that. It was odd. Being looked at with such love. Not as a weapon or a useful tool. But as a person. One that was so very appreciated for simply existing in the same space. Severus took the opertunity. Leaving back in his chair and patting his leg. A simply suggestion as it were, to come.