If he had any second thoughts about his decision to ignore Lily's communique, they were quickly swept aside by the sight of her (yet again) wearing his clothes. It wasn't that he found it particularly attractive (he did), but seeing her in a jumper of his (or, as the case was most often, one of his pajama tops) foretold impending doom. It was impossible to lie to her when she was comfortable enough with him to wear his things.
Not that he had planned to lie, but he would have liked to be able to claim complete ignorance. Or something to that effect. In short, Martha's habit of wearing his clothes was a weapon to be used against him to make him more susceptible to her whims. It was all so very underhanded of her, he couldn't help but allow himself a sulk as he nursed his drink and pointedly kept his eyes from straying to her legs.
Severus was determined to feel something negative about this situation.
But then she had seated herself beside him and there really was no avoiding it. He finished off the contents of the glass, enjoying how grounding the burning sensation of bad alcohol could be, and set it aside on the coffee table. Decided it wasn't quite enough, reached for the bottle near at hand, and poured himself another glass.
"Lily arrived this evening." He might have been talking about the weather, conversational as his tone was, though it had an air of finality to it. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about this just yet. Wasn't quite sure what to do. If anything.
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Not that he had planned to lie, but he would have liked to be able to claim complete ignorance. Or something to that effect. In short, Martha's habit of wearing his clothes was a weapon to be used against him to make him more susceptible to her whims. It was all so very underhanded of her, he couldn't help but allow himself a sulk as he nursed his drink and pointedly kept his eyes from straying to her legs.
Severus was determined to feel something negative about this situation.
But then she had seated herself beside him and there really was no avoiding it. He finished off the contents of the glass, enjoying how grounding the burning sensation of bad alcohol could be, and set it aside on the coffee table. Decided it wasn't quite enough, reached for the bottle near at hand, and poured himself another glass.
"Lily arrived this evening." He might have been talking about the weather, conversational as his tone was, though it had an air of finality to it. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about this just yet. Wasn't quite sure what to do. If anything.