Small Comforts
Title: Small Comforts
Author: gauriel
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: #19 - Their Idiosyncrasies
A/N: Thank you jemalfoy for helping me brainstorm this thing!
Snape had gotten used to the routine. Check the wards a dozen times exactly. Snape didn’t even have to count; his hands had memorized the movements.
The standard reassurances rolled off his tongue easily; “There’s no one behind you, Harry,”, “Your wand is working fine,” and “Yes, I’m sure the Dark Lord is dead.”
Snape tried not to stare as Harry developed a nervous tic that made him squint and rub his eyes constantly, his head flicking backwards as if he’d developed seizures.
Each night, Snape secretly slipped the potions into the tea. At least Harry’s nights were peaceful.
Author: gauriel
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: #19 - Their Idiosyncrasies
A/N: Thank you jemalfoy for helping me brainstorm this thing!
Snape had gotten used to the routine. Check the wards a dozen times exactly. Snape didn’t even have to count; his hands had memorized the movements.
The standard reassurances rolled off his tongue easily; “There’s no one behind you, Harry,”, “Your wand is working fine,” and “Yes, I’m sure the Dark Lord is dead.”
Snape tried not to stare as Harry developed a nervous tic that made him squint and rub his eyes constantly, his head flicking backwards as if he’d developed seizures.
Each night, Snape secretly slipped the potions into the tea. At least Harry’s nights were peaceful.