You had always adored Severus’ hair. You loved the long black strands, the way it shone in the sun. Before you got together he hardly took care of himself, that beautiful hair caked with grease of neglect.

Most of the time he blamed it on the fact he was too poor to afford shampoo- which was true. The rest of the time it was just the depression.

That’s why you were such a godsend; you made Severus feel whole again. And when you had your daughter, Paisley, his heart expanded.

The girl seemed to adopt your love for his hair, as much of the time they played together it was ‘hairdressers’ - a muggle concept she’d seen in a movie.

Today was no different, Paisley was sat on the couch, Severus on the floor. Her chubby little hands messily braiding the long black streaks, a small, almost imperceptible, smile on his face.

Paisley lit up as she saw you, hopping up to proudly show you her work— Severus’ black hair covered with pastel green bows and messy ribbons. Severus, who usually hated children, looked content with the situation- if not completely happy.

Paisley just grinned up at you, waiting for feedback.