Severus was startled awake as something jabbed him in the ribs, and the first thing he saw was the half-written essay he’d been using as a pillow, the ink blotting in a puddle of drool that trailed in a string from his chin. Disoriented, he tried to wipe his face on his shirtsleeve - only to discover he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt - and
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