The Grants Artefacts

21 Black Meadow Vila

Black Meadow Vila

Severus wasn't in bed with her when she woke up. Sunlight streamed through cracks in heavy curtains and fell across the room. It lit up the foot of her bed, a line across the floor and over by the fireplace too. She got up, opened the curtains and looked out over an overgrown garden and across to the park where a number of muggles were running or walking their dogs. Her head ached, her eyes felt dry and she remembered the night before with shame. What a mess, she reprimanded herself, It was the weekend but with any luck Severus would have gone back to Hogwarts and she wouldn't have to face him until she felt better.

She headed to the bathroom without getting dressed and turned the taps on the bath, for a little while the water ran brown until the old pipes cleared and once they had she put the stopper in the bath and waited on the side of it, mixing the water with her hand. Forty minutes later, when her skin was so pruned she couldn't stay in any longer, she got out and pulled a towel around herself. She vanished the dirt off of her teeth, realising that a toothbrush would have been a good idea when she stopped at the muggle shop and went back into her room. She opened her travel trunk, which was on the side of her bed and climbed into it, found new clothes (the usual overlarge jumper and legging) and then she made her way downstairs.

"Did you manage to wash away all your sins? You took long enough."

Arun stopped by the kitchen door and turned on her heal, "Oh, I thought you'd gone?"

"Sorry to...disappoint you." He shot her a thin smile and waved a copy of the Daily Prophet at her.

"Did anybody see you?" she asked as she took it from him.

"I'm a master of disguise," Snape told her. "Nobody saw me, I got an owl to deliver the prophet and I went shopping with muggle money."

"You've done the potions quiz already?" she complained.

"You need to get up early if you want to beat me," he came round the table.

"According to Kadora Hartborn you don't mind a good beating."

Severus laughed and he ran his hands around her waist and kissed her. "I think you will find it's the other way around."

"Oh, so you were with her?"

Severus kissed her neck in response, and crinkled his nose when her wet hair tiggled him, "That's cold."

Arun kissed him, drawing him in closer to her but something was burning and she broke away from him and looked over to the stove, "Are you trying to cook?"

"Trying? I'm a potions master, I don't try...I do."

"Well do try harder, you're burning something."

Severus turned away from her and studied the bacon cooking under the grill, "It's fine, don't you like it crispy?"

"There's crispy and there's obliterated."

"So particular, Granville," he muttered as he pulled it out. "Can you open that bag on the table? There's buns in there that need buttering, I need to turn these eggs."

"Did my rassions not pass muster?" she asked as she pulled the freshly baked buns out of the brown paper bag, with a flick of her hand they halved themselves and a knife flew from a draw and spread butter on to them. From the bag, some rocket landed on the buns, and then tomato sauce marched out and squirted itself over them.

"You bought two tomatoes and some noodles and alcohol. What on earth was I supposed to do with that?"

Arun floated the buns onto two plates and watched them journey across to Severus who was ready with the bacon and eggs. With a flick of his wand Severus put the kettle onto the hob and then he took his bun and bit down on it. "Perfect," he told her.