He was behind on his obligations. Severus had grown accustomed to being busy, but this was somehow more than he had even had going on in the thick of the war. St. Mungo's was still slammed, and students seemed to be trying harder and harder to get out of class - the demand for potions was through the roof. He had three cauldrons brewing large batches almost every night just to keep up. Not that he particularly minded, really - it got him out of having to host detention. Still, he would be thankful for a night in his quarters with a glass of wine and the latest edition of Potions Monthly.
Rounding the corner, he saw a familiar face at the nurse's station where he was to drop his bundle. Severus placed the box on the counter, announcing his presence and interrupting the conversation that had been taking place. He scooted the box toward the employee, and turned. "Andromeda." He greeted with a nod.
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