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Ficlet: Mother Knows Best -- RL/SS -- G
My days off end up as busy as my days at school or work. Likely only because I let the chores pile up while doing the latter :P
Plot bunnies also seem to enjoy visiting me during the direst moments, which actually ends up keeping me sane. On that note, time for fluff.
Title: Mother Knows Best
Pairing: RL/SS
Rating: G
Word Count: 686
Summary: Remus is left waiting in Severus' office while picking up Wolfsbane one night.
Warning: Plotless, mindless, predictable, but kind of cute.
"Oh for the love of Merlin. I will return shortly, Lupin. Touch nothing."
"Of course, Severus." Remus offered a genial smile, which, as he expected, went unacknowledged as Snape swept from his classroom to deal with the latest mishap in the Slytherin common room.
He stood alone in the Potions’ Master’s office awkwardly, a little unsure of what to do with himself until the man returned.
"Hello." A voice cut through the silence. Remus looked around quizzically, attempting to locate the speaker.
"On the dresser, dear." Remus walked closer to find a small, ornate black frame which contained a portrait of a woman with raven black hair and ebony eyes.
"Good evening." He greeted in return, a little curious. The painting seemed a little out of place in a room cluttered with books and potions ingredients.
"Mr. Lupin, was it? I was wondering if you could help me. You do look like such a nice young man."
Remus pondered this for a moment. He had promised Severus that he would not touch anything. Talking, he concluded, was a different matter all together. "How might I be of service?"
The woman in the picture smiled radiantly. Remus found himself wondering how that smile would have looked on Severus. "Oh, just help to soothe a mother’s heart. You see, Severus does not sleep well. He has always been prone to nightmares, ever since associating himself with that horrible, horrible man. Voldemort. You know of him, of course?"
"Yes, madam." A shadow flickered across Remus’ face.
"Yes, I imagine many do now. Well, sometimes, I swear that I hear Severus calling out a name in his dreams. And he does sound so sorrowful when he does so. Sometimes he even wakes up screaming, crying because he dreams of losing the man in battle. I asked him recently why he doesn’t just confront him, but I fear I depressed him greatly. He told me that there would never be a chance that the man would ever love him back. Breaks my heart."
Remus’ eyes saddened and he looked away. "I am sorry to hear this. I assure you, madam, that I can relate to his feelings." He couldn’t help but notice briefly, however, that the portrait said "man" and not "woman".
"Oh, poor dear. I do apologize if I have upset you. But he doesn’t get many visitors other than his students, and you seem like you might be his friend. I was hoping that perhaps you could tell me about this man that Severus dreams about? It would help me to advise him on the matter."
"Of course." He offered the picture a wistful smile.
"Oh wonderful, I knew that you would! You are such a nice young man. Now tell me, who is this Remus? Do you think that he could ever love Severus? Is he as nice a boy as you?"
Remus’ eyes widened.
"You know him then, dear?"
"Yes, I do. Quite well in fact." He said slowly. He suddenly looked resolute. "Do not worry, madam, I am certain that Severus will find happiness soon." A mischievious grin flitted across his face.
"Oh, that is good news! Thank you, dear, I am most–"
The door suddenly opened, allowing in a fairly irritable Potions Master.
"Seeing that you are still standing, I assume that you did not attempt to pick anything up. I neglected to tell you that it is all cursed to all touch except my own." Severus’ smirk suddenly turned into a frown. "Lupin, why are you grinning like an idiot?"
"It’s nothing, Severus."
The Potions’ Master continued to eye him suspiciously. "The wolfsbane is almost finished." He continued. "I hope you appreciate that I had to brew it in my chamber to keep delinquent students from seeing it. It smells horrendous."
"I am very grateful, thank you. Do allow me to help you with it."
The painting watched with interest as the doors to Severus’ bedroom closed. She smiled smugly to herself when she heard Remus cast a silencing spell. The Slytherin penchant for deviousness she thought wryly, definitely runs in the family.
My days off end up as busy as my days at school or work. Likely only because I let the chores pile up while doing the latter :P
Plot bunnies also seem to enjoy visiting me during the direst moments, which actually ends up keeping me sane. On that note, time for fluff.
Title: Mother Knows Best
Pairing: RL/SS
Rating: G
Word Count: 686
Summary: Remus is left waiting in Severus' office while picking up Wolfsbane one night.
Warning: Plotless, mindless, predictable, but kind of cute.
"Oh for the love of Merlin. I will return shortly, Lupin. Touch nothing."
"Of course, Severus." Remus offered a genial smile, which, as he expected, went unacknowledged as Snape swept from his classroom to deal with the latest mishap in the Slytherin common room.
He stood alone in the Potions’ Master’s office awkwardly, a little unsure of what to do with himself until the man returned.
"Hello." A voice cut through the silence. Remus looked around quizzically, attempting to locate the speaker.
"On the dresser, dear." Remus walked closer to find a small, ornate black frame which contained a portrait of a woman with raven black hair and ebony eyes.
"Good evening." He greeted in return, a little curious. The painting seemed a little out of place in a room cluttered with books and potions ingredients.
"Mr. Lupin, was it? I was wondering if you could help me. You do look like such a nice young man."
Remus pondered this for a moment. He had promised Severus that he would not touch anything. Talking, he concluded, was a different matter all together. "How might I be of service?"
The woman in the picture smiled radiantly. Remus found himself wondering how that smile would have looked on Severus. "Oh, just help to soothe a mother’s heart. You see, Severus does not sleep well. He has always been prone to nightmares, ever since associating himself with that horrible, horrible man. Voldemort. You know of him, of course?"
"Yes, madam." A shadow flickered across Remus’ face.
"Yes, I imagine many do now. Well, sometimes, I swear that I hear Severus calling out a name in his dreams. And he does sound so sorrowful when he does so. Sometimes he even wakes up screaming, crying because he dreams of losing the man in battle. I asked him recently why he doesn’t just confront him, but I fear I depressed him greatly. He told me that there would never be a chance that the man would ever love him back. Breaks my heart."
Remus’ eyes saddened and he looked away. "I am sorry to hear this. I assure you, madam, that I can relate to his feelings." He couldn’t help but notice briefly, however, that the portrait said "man" and not "woman".
"Oh, poor dear. I do apologize if I have upset you. But he doesn’t get many visitors other than his students, and you seem like you might be his friend. I was hoping that perhaps you could tell me about this man that Severus dreams about? It would help me to advise him on the matter."
"Of course." He offered the picture a wistful smile.
"Oh wonderful, I knew that you would! You are such a nice young man. Now tell me, who is this Remus? Do you think that he could ever love Severus? Is he as nice a boy as you?"
Remus’ eyes widened.
"You know him then, dear?"
"Yes, I do. Quite well in fact." He said slowly. He suddenly looked resolute. "Do not worry, madam, I am certain that Severus will find happiness soon." A mischievious grin flitted across his face.
"Oh, that is good news! Thank you, dear, I am most–"
The door suddenly opened, allowing in a fairly irritable Potions Master.
"Seeing that you are still standing, I assume that you did not attempt to pick anything up. I neglected to tell you that it is all cursed to all touch except my own." Severus’ smirk suddenly turned into a frown. "Lupin, why are you grinning like an idiot?"
"It’s nothing, Severus."
The Potions’ Master continued to eye him suspiciously. "The wolfsbane is almost finished." He continued. "I hope you appreciate that I had to brew it in my chamber to keep delinquent students from seeing it. It smells horrendous."
"I am very grateful, thank you. Do allow me to help you with it."
The painting watched with interest as the doors to Severus’ bedroom closed. She smiled smugly to herself when she heard Remus cast a silencing spell. The Slytherin penchant for deviousness she thought wryly, definitely runs in the family.