The dim candlelight room had a romantic sense to it as moonshine spewed through the windows. You sat comfortably against the bed and under the covers. Looking over at the edge of the bed—was Severuss Snapee sitting stiffly. He looked uncharacteristically like a silent nervous wreck. Under the circumstances, he stayed the night in your chambers. It was late and you were anxious. So he stayed with you. Looking over at him, you couldn’t help but tease slightly.

“You’re about to fall off, Severuss.”