...with tiny cakes.
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Severus was halfway through grading the unsurprisingly lackluster potions of his third year class when the fireplace in the corner of his office suddenly roared from smoldering embers to blazing green flames. He put his hand on his wand -- while there were only a few people outside the school who could step through his floo without triggering the warding charms and alarms, there was no reason not to be cautious -- and turned to face the fire.
When a woman with hair as dark a red as the embers that had been burning there a moment before stepped out over the hearth, Severus let go of his wand and curled his lips in a thin smile. The greeting he started to speak died as those lips parted to voice it, though, and his dark brows furrowed in confusion. He had known Lily Potter for a long time (long before she had changed her name to such a stupid one, not that he would voice that sentiment to her aloud these days) and he knew when she was off-balance, knew when she was upset.
“Lily?” he asked, studying her tightly. “What’s wrong?”
