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“Professor!” Sansa quickened her step to catch up with Professor Lannister. “Professor, I know you’re Ravenclaw, but I was wondering if I could ask you a couple questions?” She shuffled the books in her hands nervously for a moment before she lifted her eyes from the floor. “I was wondering if how you handled a certain group of Slytherins?” Standing out in the hallway made her glance nervously around. If anyone of them heard, she would be the next witch to be hexed or getting her head shoved in a toilet.

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Tysha was used to rise with the sun, if not before it. Since she could walk she had been helping her father with the work, which there never seemed to be a lack of as a crofter, and even now that she was married she found herself waking while the room was still dark. She would either lay still and wait for her husband to awake, or get up and prepare breakfast for them as quietly as she could. 

Today she laid still, slowly the room grew lighter as the sun peaked over the horizon. The change in lighting was so gradual she didn’t notice at first, but soon the way the light shone on Tyrion’s hair through the window was unmistakable. The sun was most definitely rising. She was sure he would have liked to sleep on for a while longer, but there was something about the sight of him like this, bathed in light, that sparked an impatience in her. She needed to be with him, to talk with him and share his company, this instance. 

((Personally I think it could be a bit of the first one, and something else. It’s implied he has feelings for Dany, and certain times you can see it in his eyes - so it could definitely be that, but at the same time he knows she’d never even look his way. He’s accepted that, but it still makes him a little broody to know she’s with Jon. It could also be that he’s reminded of all the failed romances he’s had in his life, and is feeling wistful/sad about that.))

IF MY FATHER WANTS SOMEONE TO GET FUCKED, I KNOW WHERE HE CAN START... I WON’T SHARE YOUR BED. NOT UNTIL YOU WANT ME TO. // TYRION AND SANSA EDIT.  ♡

"So I hear you married my daughter," she stated, a hint of coldness in her voice.

She wasn't all too sure how she felt about it. It was common sense that no matter who Sansa married, it would be a Lannister. And Tyrion was better than Joffrey, but everyone was better than Joffrey. 

       Sansa’s eyes remained locked on the open window, the sewing in her hands now sitting motionless in her lap. Her eyes flickered to where her Lord husband sat and she realized then that he was staring.