lunafish prompted me with Snape: noodles, rest, lotus.
Clear but Unquiet (G; Severus; 100 words)
Severus tried meditation, but the closest he came to giving his mind a rest was levitating over his bed in the lotus position-eating noodles while aurally bathing himself in loud, angry music. Even music, however, could not drown her screams.
Drugs could, after a fashion, but they didn't bring rest, and nor did sleep; Severus could always hear her, and he could never stop wondering why she hadn't taken the baby and run.
Potter should never have put her in such a-
Severus stopped the thought. As much as he hated Potter, it wasn't his fault.
It was mine.