𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼: ǟ ʀɛǟʟɨȶʏ ֆɦɨʄȶɨռɢ ȶǟʟɛ ✤ ֆɛʋɛʀʊʂ ҳ օƈ
Severus stood a few paces before her. His eyes were on the ruined cauldron. "Tell me," his voice shook, and tears formed in his eyes, "why do you wear flowers in your hair?" He kept looking to his cauldron. "I don't understand." "How does such a simple ritual bring you happiness? Why are you always---" he stepped clos...