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I wonder what Vincent Van Gogh would think of my bedroom

"Mmhmm, and if he wasn’t there with your sister, I wouldn’t be singing.. He’s been busy lately..” He doesn’t sing for Severus anymore, he’s been in a funk.

"That's the life of a Potions Master right? He used to tell me that he barely saw you while you were in Romania...it's basically just a busy time for Papa."

                           ❛fucking scary.❜

"Playing my guitar.. I can’t think of anything that fits your father other than Magic Man by Heart then again I’m not up to date with music.” A few more chords and he starts singing under his breath, “Cold late night so long ago, when I was not so strong you know. A pretty man came to me, never seen eyes so blue.”

"If he wasn't at that Potions Conference with Donna...I'd think he'd be smitten by your singing, Da."

"Your dad thinks he’s so funny, doesn’t he?” Charlie grumbled a little, before grabbing his guitar and plays a few cords. He doesn’t really know any new music, but he can play by ear pretty well.

"Pops has his moments. Its rare to see Professor Snape crack a joke you know." He watched as his da began to play the guitar. "Whatcha doing?"