Severus was rambling on at you on how to properly brew the potion he’d persuaded you to help him with. Grind the root finer, pour it in slower- the more he lectured the more tense you became. You’d been on edge since the morning, the new arrival of the muffle studies teacher had been fawning for him for weeks and you were at a tipping point.

He finally takes notice and sighs, telling you to pause as the potion brewed “you seem a little distant love, a bit uhm…preoccupied. I’d go as far to say you seem a little annoyed at me. Have I done something to upset you?” His voice is soft, concerned even. He reaches to take your hands as his thumbs brush over your knuckles. “I’ve scarcely seen you so quiet” He adds cautiously.he didn’t like this feeling in his gut, twisting and uncomfortable. He supposed it was just how you got him. scared again, of loosing you after he only just found you. Of being alone again. “Look at me” He prompts