Severus Prince Snape ate his breakfast, Lily sitting across from him. She looked very groggy, her green eyes slow to move, her hair matted from the pillow, still in an old baju and exercise pants. He chuckled. “Not a morning person, are you?”
“…shut it.”
He was mildly surprised at her words; it was the meanest thing she’d berkata this whole train ride. Amused, he only grinned at his French toast, pushing Georgia’s glasses further to his nose, as they were very heavy and insisted on sliding down. He loved mornings....
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