#daisyh

Whatever shreds of a good mood he'd managed to gain hold of over the weekend faded quickly come Monday morning, as he walked into a department in absolute chaos over a mistake some intern had made over the weekend. Suddenly, Sylar was seen as having seniority - the first time since the takeover of the Ministry he hadn't reveled in it. Sometimes, he thought it might have been better before the Death Eaters had come to power. Sure, he had more freedom now to indulge his less than savory urges, but he seemed to be spending less and less time in the field actually working a case. And then, after he finally left work, there was always the possibility that he'd have to deal with Cassandra and his own apparent shortcomings as a fiancé. He couldn't catch a break. 

It had been a long day - a long day, that came at the end of a long week. But it was over now, and he was looking forward to spending the night with Daisy knowing he wouldn’t have to be up first thing in the morning to get back to work. Sleeping in. A luxury he didn’t indulge in very often, even if his schedule permitted. But he had to admit there was something much more appealing about the prospect, knowing he would not be doing it alone. 

Thankful today more than ever for Wideye potions, Severus was standing idly at the counter. He was resting his elbows on the countertop, one hand under his chin while the other tapped mindlessly against the wood. He was trying to actively not think about the night before, which would have been a fair bit easier if he had any real work that needed to be done. With a sigh, he took his free hand and pulled one of his books across the counter towards him, opening it lazily. He was a couple paragraphs in when the bell over the door chimed, and he glanced up, immediately straightening when he noticed who it was. “Daisy.” The surprise was evident in his voice, and before he realized it, he was rushing around the counter and toward her, shaking his head. It wasn’t safe for her here. Really, it was only completely safe for Code 1′s, like himself, but she in particular was bound to stick out more than most. “What are you doing here?” 

His morning had been strange. Severus had thought that, given a bit of time, he would feel what he expected when he had arrived at Spinner’s End. But the reality was so different it almost made his head spin. The relief was there, and a bit of twisted satisfaction - but it was taking a backseat to a surprising amount of guilt and anger. He was roiling with emotions he was unfamiliar with, and completely unequipped to deal with. So he had gotten another cup of tea and taken a walk, but he couldn’t deny the fact that mostly, he wanted to see Daisy.

Sylar was in an uncharacteristically good mood, strolling down the streets of Hogsmeade. He’d stopped off late last night (or more accurately, early that morning) in Knockturn Alley for a pint with a few of his friends to celebrate, and hadn’t made it home yet. But for once, that fact didn’t bother him. As he passed a small, ridiculously happy looking cafe, he couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure sitting outside in the sun, and he smiled.

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FMK: Daisy, Marlene, Remus

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