A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

Bed and Breakfast

Everything in his room was locked. And not by some normal spell. By a voice comanded charm. Of course he didn't trust her, why would he? She was doing exactly what he expected to make him lock everything.

Honestly she, didn't really see herself as the type to go snooping. She never was that bold when on... When her potion was working but. The bath was. Huge! And she was getting bored, for it was taki.g forever to fill. And she knew she should be working on fixing the imbalance the first potion created in her. She had everything she needed in her bag but. After she saw all her clothing hung up in a her own wardrobe. And a vanity she knew was from the room in Malfoy Manor. And the.. blanket... These were all her things but. There was nothing of his just laying around.

There was nothing she could use to get a read off him. There was nothing she could learn. Other than he was a minimalist who likes books and the color black. But that was most death eaters these days. Even the rich seemed to leave more and more behind in favor of being able to up and move at any time if need be. It was absolutely frustrating.

She pulled on the drawer on the desk in the corner of the room once more before pushing it angerly and giving up. Her mind was swirling. She had to just. Get right again. She was feeling the symptoms of withdrawal and she knew any longer like this, she would be absolutely useless today.

Viola got to work as the bath finished filling. The one thing she did learn is that he liked the smell of Lily. It was the only bath oil in the bathroom. And it was hidden. Behind a scarf. In the back of the towel closet... In retrospect she probably shouldn't have used it. But. It smelled, familiar. Like. Home.

She looked down at what she was doing. So often did she go through the motions of making this potion. Getting lost in her thoughts. "Oh bloody fuck!" She looked at her work. She had been chopping the bar of soap and not the mushroom. Focus Viola.

After a moment or two the concoction was finished. And she was slipping into the tub as she downed the bitter potion. She sighed contently as the heat of the water seeped into her bones. After of moment she finally opened her eyes. She had only seen a tub this big once. When she came to Malfoy Manor. The Dark Lord had insisted on her being.. cleansed? After being in a such a muggle populated aria for so long, he was very insistent on washing away the... Muggle Filth but. She enjoyed a bit of pampering now and again.

But why would he. Severus. This silent loyal recluse. Have such a large bed, a large tub, a large couch. But refrain from almost any personal belongings. Who, more so, what, was he?

Her eyes widened. Staring at the ceiling above her. It was dotted with a charmed night sky. Much like the great hall. Only this one, was constantly night. In fact it almost looked like, huh.. Viola smiled in amusement. He knew of the butterfly nebula. There. That was one thing. He liked astronomy. That was common ground in a way. Where she lacked in any critical knowledge of it. She had read through a book about different nebulas. And she was well versed in the astrological side of things.

She felt her mind go fuzzy as she staired into the sky above. And a sharp pain hit her in her right eye. Oh.. oh god.. Oh no... Not now.

She rose, scrambled to move out of the tub. She didn't grab a towel. She didn't have time. Where was her skull?? She didn't see it with her belongings. She didn't have time to scower the appartment again. She couldn't stand. The pain was too great. But she was able to knock her apothecary bag onto the floor. It's contents streaming out. Vilas of liquid shattered on the stone floor. Bottled of mushroom, roots, powers, fell. She dug into the bag. Desperately searching. She screamed at the pain that dug into her eye. "Come, come on you bastard where are you!" She gasped. Her hand wrapping around the handle. Pulling out a long slender pipe.