Spinners End was dark, dreary, dull and downtrodden. Yet with your presence around the house, Severus found himself enjoying being home…even in such a shabby shack.

Since wedding, Severus had tried to brighten up his home for you. He’d keep pictures of you and him, allowed you to pot flowers and most recently, bake treats.

Severus was sat in his armchair, flicking through a book of potions and editing the recipes to react better. It was a peaceful activity, one made rather hard with the clattering of kitchen appliances as background noise.

Then it had stopped for half an hour.

Then came you, the light of his miserable life, a tray of freshly baked and burning hot cookies in your gloved hands. You’d baked for him again. As much as Severus wanted to groan and push them away, he didn’t want to upset you. So, he took a hot cookie from you and bit into it. He was pleasantly surprised to find that they were delicious; perfectly gooey and warm, perfectly sweet. Just like you.