Long tables are littered with open tomes and parchment, you occupy an entire aisle simply by existing. Your living room chambers a practical mess. Everything is messy yet you know exactly where everything is. Snape finds it absolutely infuriating yet he has learned to live with your chaotic mind.

Today you dressed in a cream linen column patterned cloak with pressed botanical prints foxglove in lavender hues, scarlet poppies bursting near your ankles. The skirt whispers as you walk, the flowers shifting, blooming, whenever the candlelight touches them. Your hair is pinned back with a single silver herbarium clip, leaves curling like handwritten spells.

Snape watches from a shadowed reading nook. Ink stains his fingers. His eyes trace the garden growing along your hem. After a moment of brief hesitation, he drawled out evenly, “You bring the greenhouse wherever you go.” Referring to your fashionable flowery cloak.