#potionmastre

          Even the feast had been required, she wouldn’t have gone. She put enough effort into pretending she didn’t hate the holiday for her son, she didn’t have to put that effort into pleasing the rest of the student body. “If you’re going to scold me, I suggest you pick your words with care--” She wasn’t in the mood and she wasn’t above throwing a hex at him to make her point clear. (The glass of wine she had already had probably didn’t help her mood) She also didn’t want his pity. Much of her anger, her fear, the nightmares, were nothing more than shadows of memories, but the bitterness that came with the holiday had yet to loosen it’s grip. “I’m also not much in the mood for company, so let me ask, what do you want?” She would let him stay if he insisted, knowing his stubbornness rivaled her own.  Though she wasn’t going to let on about that. 

sev vc; hopefully never, it has been quite peaceful….

“There’s no need to call me Sir, Professor.”

sharky owes me a lot (;

          “Do not tell me what the first task is Severus or I will hex you.” She was worried enough as it was when it came to her son. Still a boy, required to compete in this damn tournament. Not that there was anything that could be done now. She wasn’t sure she could handle knowing what it was her son was going up against. 

          “So are you going to tell me what is bothering you?” She arched a fine brow. She could tell there was something, though he was hiding it well. But she knew him, and knew him well that she could tell. A twitch of one of his fingers, the clenching his jaw.  “I have a bottle of Firewhiskey if that will help loosen your tongue.”