Severus works in his office, preparing more supplies of the more commonly useful potions, waiting for a chance to see Hook. An owl would at this point be further embarrassment
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"She needs to respect you enough to accept your fears," says Hook simply. "Even if she privately doesn't think they're very well-founded." He uncrosses his legs and leans forward. "Let me be a cautionary example. For a while, I thought my girlfriend was a ghost. She looked transparent to me. I was avoiding her because of it, because I didn't know how to tell her that in a way that she'd believe. We were both busy in our work so it was easy for me to avoid her, but she finally cornered me and made me talk. Of course, when I told her I thought she might be a ghost, she understandably thought I was daft." He sighs. "However it turned out there were other psychic phenomena at work, and I should have told her what I saw, and she should have listened to me."
Severus asks him simply, ashamed to have to do it. "What would you do? What do you usually do - is there some code word she would know, or a... a code touch?" He imagines Hook is, like everyone else, practiced and privy to secrets no one has told him.
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