❝ . "Professor?" → @chosenwrong
𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝙾𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙵 Severus was not a brutal monster who ate little children for breakfast ; one could ask any of his first years and they would attest to that. Still, he was a very overworked man, and he was exhausted ━━━━━━━ not that that was knew, he was always exhausted, it was probably the not sleeping and the anxiety and the not eating. Well, the children weren't at fault, and in truth his snakes hardly ever got the burnt of his anger ; while others thought it to be a priviledge, or that he went easy on them, it was quite the oposite ━━━━━ like the clever little devils they were, they had learned to read the signs of when to approach him or not. And only dared coming to him on his "bad days" when it was an emmergency.
That night was not a bad one ━━━━ by far one of the lest taxing, and yet he had a headache and a million assignments to grade. Needless to say he did not expect to be interrupted, and yet, in the middle of marking Mr. Weasley's atrocious essay, a familiar voice and soft knock on his door caught his attention. ❛ Come on in, Mr. Malfoy... ❜ with a flick of his hand Severus opened the door, wandless magic as natural to him as breathing was. Severus didn't necessarily have to call Draco by his family name ; they were alone, and the boy was his godson, but he had referred to him as 'professor' not uncle, and so Severus followed in kind. And with a tired sigh, bony hand running through silky black hair, Snape set his obsidian eyes upon his Godson.
❛ What can I do for you tonight? ❜