𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 II SS/HG ✔️

Blind

Author's Warning: Character tortured via magic

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Severus had somehow been left alone in the staff room with Alecto. Today, at least, she had valid questions about lesson plans instead of flirting on the mind.

"How much revision is too much?" she asked him. "I want to strike the balance between getting it through their thick skulls but not inundating them so much I can't cram anything else in."

Severus leaned against the windowsill. "I think the better question is, how many things do you want to mark each day?"

She threw her head back to laugh. "Yes, there is that, too."

If Narcissa's polite titter and Bellatrix's shriek of a giggle had merged together, that would be Alecto's laugh. It was high-pitched but not the wheezy huffs Pettigrew subjected him to over their lone holiday together.

Amycus stuck his head in. Severus immediately did not like the crazed excitement on the man's face.

He waved his hands as if instructing an audience to hush. "No, no, please, that's enough—no need to thank me."

Severus really hated Amycus.

Alecto sighed and turned to face her twin. "What is it now?"

He pointed at his sister with pinnace. "You are the recipient of a two-hour detention with none other than Harry Potter himself. So now I don't have to help you rearrange your classroom. I refuse to set one foot in there. It still reeks of Muggle."

Alecto and Severus were equally surprised.

"How did you manage that one?" Alecto asked. "He's been right careful, he has."

"Which is not his forte," Severus added.

Amycus rubbed his palms together. "He Summoned his broom and near knocked me off the stairs. Then I found 'im and Granger running through the halls. Gave 'em both detention tomorrow night."

Alecto laughed again.

"You know, I think she's married to Potter," Amycus said to Alecto.

Severus's fingers dug into his arms.

"As you've said a hundred times before. Prove it," Alecto jeered.

He smirked at her. "I intend to. It makes sense, don't it?"

Yes, a Potter swooping in to steal a witch away from Severus. Amycus didn't know just how fitting that would be.

Amycus paced behind the couch and counted on his fingers. "They're always around each other—Dumbledore's pets, so he coulda had them married in a snap! Or maybe Scrimgeour before he died—" Amycus was off like a hex. "We know it's not the Weasley kid. It has to be someone in the school, too. Damn and blast! They've probably been married since summer!"

Alecto crossed her legs and arms. "I think the secret would've come out by now."

"What's your theory, then?" Amycus demanded.

"Goldstein."

Amycus paced again. "No. I've tailed him—it's not him."