“Gillyweed!” Sprout exclaimed. “Wherever did you get it? You don’t exactly find that in your everyday garden…”
Excerpt:
“Regardless of the Quidditch match,” Sprout said. “I was thinking that Sunday we could maybe do a lake harvest?” Snape was grateful for the new topic. He looked thoughtful.
“It is a good time of year for it,” he said. “And the weather’s not too bad.” Sprout watched him.
“If you don’t want to, that’s okay, too,” she said. “It is a full day prospect, and I have been taking up a lot of your time.”
“No—I— it’s a good idea, Sprout,” Snape said, gesturing at her list. “We could do with replacing a few ingredients, it looks like.” Sprout held up the list, excited.
“I’ve nearly filled the page!” she exclaimed, and the corner of Snape’s mouth twitched.
Sometimes she was so cute.
Snape looked at the list closely, frowning with interest.
“Only because you’ve added so many extra curlicues,” he quipped, smirking. Sprout turned the page to examine it.
“I have not, Severus!” she protested. “These are strictly necessary curlicues.”
Snape nodded in a mollifying manner.
“Don’t patronize me,” Sprout said, and stuck out her tongue. “Or you can go find yourself a more “suitable” scribe.”
This is an excerpt (and companion art) for Chapter 6 of the fic, ‘A Different Shade of Green.’
💬 160k | E | Snape x (young) Sprout, grumpy/sunshine, slow burn, interbellum, literary fic
On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66261139/chapters/170823661
