Blood and Potions | Severus & Lupin
It had been a week, and nothing had changed. Hogwarts still had classes, meals, and breaks. Students flowed in and out of the castle, falling in love, falling out of love, making friends, loosing friends, taking tests, studying for homework. The professor’s routines hadn’t changed.
Severus’s whole life had changed a week ago, but the rest of the world stayed the same. Typical.
He walked to potions class alone. The dungeon was his safe haven, the one place where he could hold his ground against any one and anything, and he didn’t want that feeling of safety taken away by a large, smothering crowd.
He entered the empty classroom, and began setting up for the day. Slughorn wasn’t a particularly creative teacher, so Severus really didn’t have to worry about him straying from the book. Today they would be going over Angel’s Trumpet Drought, a particular favorite of his that he had been itching to experiment on. It was also just complex enough to force his classmates into relative silence and concentration to complete it, leaving him in peace.
He went over the ingredients and steps as he waited for his classmates, mentally substituting some ingredients for others, and calculating the potential outcome. He glanced up -- more out of habit than anything -- as the last of the stragglers entered the room and made eye contact with Remus Lupin. The last person in the world he wanted to see.
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